A complete and definitive edition of the Tennessee Williams's verse, with a CD of the author reading some of his poems in his unmistakable Mississippi drawl.
Few writers achieve success in more than one genre, and yet if Tennessee Williams had never written a single play he would still be known as a distinguished poet. The excitement, compassion, lyricism, and humor that epitomize his writing for the theater are all present in his poetry. It was as a young poet that Williams first came to the attention of New Directions' founder James Laughlin who initially presented some of Williams' verse in the New Directions anthology Five Young American Poets 1944 (before he had any reputation as a playwright), and later published the individual volumes of Williams's poetry, In the Winter of Cities (1956, revised in 1964) and Androgyne, Mon Amour (1977). In this definitive edition, all of the playwright's collected and uncollected published poems (along with substantial variants), including poems from the plays, have been assembled, accompanied by explanatory notes and an Introduction by Tennessee Williams scholars David Roessel and Nicholas Moschovakis.
The CD included with this edition features Tennessee Williams reading, in his delightful and mesmerizing Mississippi voice, several of the whimsical folk poems he called his "Blue Mountain Ballads,"poems dedicated to Carson McCullers and to his longtime companion Frank Merlo, as well as his long early poem, "The Summer Belvedere."
Thomas Lanier Williams III, better known by the nickname Tennessee Williams, was a major American playwright of the twentieth century who received many of the top theatrical awards for his work. He moved to New Orleans in 1939 and changed his name to "Tennessee," the state of his father's birth.
Raised in St. Louis, Missouri, after years of obscurity, at age 33 he became famous with the success of The Glass Menagerie (1944) in New York City. This play closely reflected his own unhappy family background. It was the first of a string of successes, including A Streetcar Named Desire (1947), Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1955), Sweet Bird of Youth (1959), and The Night of the Iguana (1961). With his later work, he attempted a new style that did not appeal to audiences. His drama A Streetcar Named Desire is often numbered on short lists of the finest American plays of the 20th century, alongside Eugene O'Neill's Long Day's Journey into Night and Arthur Miller's Death of a Salesman.
Much of Williams' most acclaimed work has been adapted for the cinema. He also wrote short stories, poetry, essays and a volume of memoirs. In 1979, four years before his death, Williams was inducted into the American Theater Hall of Fame.
I read a lot of poetry and I feel all the time that it is hit or miss. Some of it is so hard to wrap your head around. Williams poetry is for the people. I love it. It is like that album where it isn't just one or two hits you can listen to, but every song has you saying, "This is going to be the next one they put on the radio. The next #1."
I want to go under the sea in a diving-bell and return to the surface with ominous wonders to tell. I want to be able to say: “The base is unstable, it’s probably unable to weather much weather, being all hung together by a couple of blond hairs caught in a fine-toothed comb.” I want to be able to say through a P.A. system, authority giving a sonorous tone to the vowels, “I’m speaking from Neptune’s bowels. The sea’s floor is nacreous, filmy with milk in the wind, the light of an overcast morning.” I want to give warning: “The pediment of our land is a lady’s comb, the basement is moored to the dome by a pair of blond hairs caught in a delicate tortoise-shell comb.” I think it is safer to roam than to stay in a mortgaged home And so — I want to go under the sea in a bubble of glass containing a sofa upholstered in green corduroy and a girl for practical purposes and a boy well-versed in the classics. I want to be first to go down there where action is slow but thought is surprisingly quick. It’s only a dare-devil’s trick, the length of a burning wick between tu-whit and tu-who! Oh, it’s pretty and blue but not at all to be trusted. No matter how deep you go there’s not very much below the deceptive shimmer and glow which is all for show of sunken galleons encrusted with barnacles and doubloons, an undersea tango palace with instant come and go moons . . .
For some reason I was surprised that Tennessee Williams wrote poetry. The poetry is actually good (no surprise there!) but somehow doesn't grab me the was Donald Hall or Mary Oliver or Auden do.
We Have Not Long to Love is so beautiful <33333333 Go d I love it "The tender things are those we fold away/Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear."
As a big fan of Williams' plays, I was curious to pick up this book of his poetry. Overall, I wasn't extremely impressed but a few stuck with me quite a bit such as The Wine Drinkers and What's Next on The Agenda, Mr. Williams? and The Little Town. Being fascinated with Williams' life it was interesting to see more writing on his drinking habits, the psych ward, family issues, problems with insomnia, and his relationships with men and women.
Historically interesting to fans of Williams and GLBT historians, these oh-so-frank poems lend insight into the man and the social mores he dissected in his works. Editorially, the section of verse from film and plays seems redundant to anyone other than an OCD completist. The cover art by Brian Rea and the accompanying CD are nice additions to this volume.
Really not the greatest poems ever written, but so much fun if you're a fan of Tennessee! Plus, my edition came with a CD of the author HIMSELF reading a few of his poems which is so very cool!
Some of these were nice. I was in a rush to finish this, though, not the best way to digest poetry. Then again, it's sort of a mish-mosh of his material.