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Sonnet: The Old Man and the Seine
by T. Wignesan → (All Poetry by T. Wignesan)
Sunday, May 27, 2018    Rated "G" by the Author.
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The passing of an older generation leaves nothing but regrets...


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The Old Man and the Seine

Poem in honour of George Whitman who passed away within twenty-four hours after I called, in vain, to see him.
He was the legendary owner of the Shakespeare & Co. in Paris, having " inherited " the brand name from Sylvia Beach who published James Joyce's ULYSSES. The old rag-and-bone bookshop with its creaking stairways and centuries-old stench where expatriate writers and poets like Hemingway, Ferlinghetti, Tambimuttu or Ginsberg popped in for a snooze and a chat lasting weeks on end with ol' " King " George has been since his disappearance turned into a spit-and-polish big-business tourist attraction spot in Paris by his only-heir daughter, under the patronage of Coppolla's film-heir daughter. In the old days, you could " smell " your way to it as soon as you squeezed out of the Metro at " Zer0-Mile stations " in Paris. The place is in rue de Bucherie, meaning butcher's lane : probably just where the great French renegade poet Villon was thought to have " butchered " a monk and was never heard of again. All distances in kilometres are measured from this " Zer0-Mile " centre comprising the building complexes of Notre Dame Cathedral, the Préfecture : Police Head Quarters, and the Palais de Justice law courts on the north bank of the Seine. King George, himself, held audience berthed-up on a book-cramped bed - shared by a velvet black pedigree-d doggy - and which was larger than the room he occupied on the third floor. The only window was never ever opened, though, probably not to keep visitors hanging on in there longer than they could take a long breath. Don't tell anyone…shsh…shshs… the place was gutted by a fire which broke out in the first-editions room (containing some thousands : 5000 ??) on the first floor, over-looking the Notre Dame Cathedral. A young poet from England, Richard Hallward got the brilliant idea of organizing a non-stop 72-hour marathon poetry reading in Paris, London, Boston and New York which he co-ordinated from a public telephone booth, and a selection was published by David Applefield's Frank Books in 1991 with forewords by Eric Mottram and Lawrence Ferlinghetti, under the title : FIRE READINGS : A Collection of Contemporary Writing from the Shakespeare & Company Fire Benefit Readings.


The Old Man and the Seine


For the legendary George Whitman

(1912 - December 13, 2011)



King George peered out of the oval of the hollow mile

And caught the Hunchback ogling Gina Lollobrigida;

Victor Hugo sat engrossed in his séance at Guernsey Isle

Feigning he would hold back the Cervantes Armada;

So witty Ol' Walt sat on the lip of Notre Dame bridge

Scuffing overgrown grass with his heels in the Seine

But his beard got caught in Quijote's wordy porridge:

That's why they say he set up shop in Butcher's Lane.

The Master of Ol' Vic took exception to this affront

And shook his spear such that it stirred a tsunami

From the Thames down the Chunnel to the front

Of Tumbleweed Hotel's Shakespeare & Company.

Now you know why King George kept his window shut

All through the century keeping no eye even half shut.



(c) T. Wignesan - Paris. From the collection: Poems Omega Plus, 2005; rev. 2012.



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Reviewed by T. Wignesan
Reviewed on May 28, 2018
Top of the morning to you, Ron! I read your comments I must say with some regret, for you dismiss Shakespeare as some fossil who/which cannot be deciphered. I'm sure you mean well, but your last para made me feel helpless: in a millennium's time, there'd be no more cyberspace or any living space left, judging by the way this world is being managed by our leaders. I checked your page and some of your writing. You are quite prolific and have amassed many followers and admirers who like your work. Besides, I looked through your "A Poem a Week" pages and find that you have a stout heart and in the right place and are not afraid to stand up for what is right, against injustice, even if I feel your work could benefit from not sticking closely to rhyme in the couplet or quatrain form. I may have my doubts on your championing the immigrants' cause, for I live in a city - the French capital - which has been more or less roughly and suavely taken over by the immigrants since WWII. I wonder at the Frenchman's laissez-faire attitude. I, myself, have more to fear as a "reluctant immigrant" from my fellow immigrants than any but a few of the "Français de souche" - the latter meaning "of native indigenous stock". To put it squarely, the immigrant is not a saint; or at the most, only until he gets his "nationality" papers. Your poem on America and its responsibilities to the world is courageous, but it could get you into trouble, I fear: the right sentiments in the wrong place! In any case, I don't see why you should feel left out in the print world. You are well published. Prizes don't mean much in our trade. I have met three Nobel Prize winners, and I have read quite a bit of their output. I ask myself how many of the past winners we read or even remember. Given your circumstances, I'd say you are a successful writer-poet: how many could have done better in your place? Bon courage! Mon ami ! Every good wish.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull
Reviewed on May 27, 2018
Thanks for the long explanation. Certainly a storied place and a storied man to man it. Made me feel sad about his passing and the loss of, perhaps, 5000 first editions by fire. A real live Fahrenheit 541!

Apparently, from the poem, Shakespeare & Company has been around since Paris was only destination zero. And all of those notables in your poem were touched by and touched the place. I have never hung out in musty the old bookshops. All of my words have been brand spanking new… Some not even invented yet. To me, Latin and Shakespeare are dead languages… Nice to visit and contemplate but I wouldn't want to live there.

I will go down in history unlauded, unsung, and uninvited by the likes of literary elite or even the bestseller list. But my work will rattle around the dusty corners of cyberspace for a millennium or more without seeing the light of print. Oh the horror!

Ron

Reviewed by m j hollingshead
Reviewed on May 27, 2018

inspiring, intriguing, compelling

well done



NEVER stop writing!

m


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