LALIQUE
Artie Gold & George Bowering
$5
AG: Lalique
They're both in the room. He, he's slow
or dull-witted. She does
most of the talking. I guess her to be
in her early sixties; she is
telling me of a time she bought two
lovely milk-glass table-
pieces. She's doing all of the talking,
seems to hover near the
door. The room is filled with small
lacquered tables, doilies,
silver ashtrays too small for
cigarettes; the curtains are from
the thirties, horrible things really
drawn tight, yet light enters
diffused about the blotches of almost
shapeless flowers and
green pears woven into the cloth. The
chairs are highbacked
Duncan Phyfes neatly arranged
geometrically about a table of
stained medium wood, cherry maybe. Four
thin people might
slip between table and chairs,
ghost-dining. He mumbles,
"cranberry glass"; I take no
notice; he leaves, I guess, because
he feels unnecessary. She motions to
another room, a bed,
magnificent poster. satin overcloth, no
windows anywhere,
smaller room we are inside. She sits by
the drawn sheet pillow.
I am standing, mention yes, there's no
cameo glass anymore,
hardly see Lalique in stores. She
rises; I shuffle, look about,
see some smaller pieces of glass on
corner bracket shelves;
she bends a bit at the back,
straightens, bids me be seated,
which seems innocent (I know it's not).
Hand bends across
my arm, touches lightly; she isn't
talking any longer. I am
seated. She is seated beside or by my
side hand limp brushes
my forearm I am excited as hell I can
hear old man heavy
breathing outside door.
GB: Lalique
Every time I went over to Mary Brown's
place, where he
lived, Artie would show me stuff he
collected. I was a
collector, too, of books, sport
magazines, frog figurines,
James Dean stuff. But Artie, a decade
younger than I,
was a lot more sophisticated. He had a
lot of collections,
and I kind of think that he decided not
to become an in-
patient at the Montreal Chest Clinic
because he did not
want to give up his rocks, his precious
stones, his ancient
cocaine tins, his Laliques, his
Sendaks, his Frank O'Haras.
As to the woman sitting beside him on
the four-poster
bed, did you think this is a dream
account? I am not so
sure. After quite a while that
possibility entered my mind;
but it didn't necessarily stay there.
published in Ottawa by above/ground press
July 2023
as part of above/ground press’ thirtieth anniversary
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy
In Spring of 2023 NeWest Press published George Bowering’s anthology of English language poets from Wyatt to Avison, with one-page essays on each of the poets, Good Morning Poems.
Montreal poet Artie Gold (1947-2007) published numerous books throughout the 1970s. His selected poems, The Beautiful Chemical Waltz (1992), appeared with an introduction by George Bowering. Talonbooks published The Collected Books of Artie Gold in 2010.
This is George Bowering’s seventh above/ground press title, after STANZAS #12 (“BLONDES ON BIKES: 1-20,” April 1997), A, You’re Adorable (as “Ellen Field,” October, 1998; reissued October 2004), Tocking Heads (ALBERTA SERIES #2, October, 2007), That Toddlin’ Town / Baby, don’ ya wanna go? (2016), Hotels (2021) and the collaborative Ruby Wounds, with Artie Gold (2022).
Artie Gold’s above/ground press chapbook, THE HOTEL VICTORIA POEMS, appeared in 2003.
An Artie Gold/George Bowering bundle is currently available as part of the above/ground press 30th anniversary fundraiser.
To order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; in US, add $2; outside North America, add $5) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9. E-transfer or PayPal at rob_mclennan (at) hotmail.com or the PayPal button at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com
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