{"product_id":"supplying-salt-and-light-isbn-9780771035906","title":"Supplying Salt and Light","description":"This stunning new book of poems from internationally renowned poet Lorna Goodison opens in Spain and Portugal, conjuring up a new history of the Caribbean and a new way of setting up its heritage.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     The title sets the tone for poems about backgrounds and outlines and shadows and sources of light. This extraordinary book—\"a wide lotus on the dark waters of song\"—is filled with surprises at every turn, as a Moorish mosque becomes a cathedral in Seville, a country girl dresses in Sunday clothes to visit a Jamaican bookmobile, and a bear appears suddenly, only to slip away silently into the trees on a road in British Columbia. The heartache of Billy Holliday singing the blues, the burden of Charlie Chaplin tramping the banana walks of Jamaica's Golden Cloud, and the paintings of El Greco, the quintessential stranger, come together on the poet's pilgrimage to Heartease, guided by a limping angel and inspired by the passage-making of Dante; the book ends with a superb version of the first of his cantos, translated into the poet's Jamaican language and landscape with the gift of love.\"[Goodison's poetry] continually surprises with its insistently elegant, spiritual core and crystalline intelligence.\" —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The fluency of her rhythms, the dazzling imagery and the celebratory impulse all make [Goodison's poetry] a distinguished, outstanding pleasure.\" —\u003ci\u003ePoetry Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"[Goodison is] among the finest poets writing today.\" —\u003ci\u003eWorld Literature Today\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Goodison advances from strength to strength. . . . [She focuses] the diamond lens of her incantatory verse on the culture and people of her homeland in the Caribbean. . . .\" —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)LORNA GOODISON is the author of two collections of short stories, eight books of poetry, and the highly acclaimed, award-winning memoir \u003ci\u003eFrom Harvey River: A Memoir of My Mother and Her People\u003c\/i\u003e. She has received much international recognition, including the Musgrave Gold Medal. Born in Jamaica, Goodison has taught at the University of Toronto and now teaches at the University of Michigan. She divides her time between Ann Arbor, Toronto, and Halfmoon Bay, British Columbia.\u003cb\u003eTo Make Various Sorts of Black\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAccording to \u003ci\u003eThe Craftsman’s Handbook\u003c\/i\u003e, chapter XXXVII\u003cbr\u003e“Il Libro dell’ Arte” by Cennino d’Andrea Cennini\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003ewho tells us there are several kinds of black colours.\u003cbr\u003eFirst, there is a black derived from soft black stone.\u003cbr\u003eIt is a fat colour; not hard at heart, a stone unctioned.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThen there is a black that is obtained from vine twigs.\u003cbr\u003eTwigs that choose to abide on the true vine\u003cbr\u003eoffering up their bodies at the last to be burned,\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003ethen quenched and worked up, they can live again\u003cbr\u003eas twig of the vine black; not a fat, more of a lean\u003cbr\u003ecolour, favoured alike by vinedressers and artists.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThere is also the black that is scraped from burnt shells.\u003cbr\u003e   Markers of Atlantic’s graves.\u003cbr\u003eBlack of scorched earth, of torched stones of peach;\u003cbr\u003e   twisted trees that bore strange fruit.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAnd then there is the black that is the source of light\u003cbr\u003efrom a lamp full of oil such as any thoughtful guest\u003cbr\u003ewaiting for bride and groom who cometh will have.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eA lamp you light and place underneath – not a bushel –\u003cbr\u003ebut a good clean everyday dish that is fit for baking.\u003cbr\u003eNow bring the little flame of the lamp up to the under\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003esurface of the earthenware dish (say a distance of two\u003cbr\u003eor three fingers away) and the smoke that emits\u003cbr\u003efrom that small flame will struggle up to strike at clay.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eStrike till it crowds and collects in a mess or a mass;\u003cbr\u003enow wait, wait a while please, before you sweep this\u003cbr\u003ecolour – now sable velvet soot – off onto any old paper\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eor consign it to shadows, outlines, and backgrounds.\u003cbr\u003eObserve: it does not need to be worked up nor ground;\u003cbr\u003eit is just perfect as it is. Refill the lamp, Cennini says.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAs many times as the flame burns low, refill it.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eReporting Back to Queen Isabella\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Don Cristobal returned to a hero’s welcome,\u003cbr\u003ehis caravels corked with treasures of the New World,\u003cbr\u003ehe presented his findings; told of his great adventures\u003cbr\u003eto Queen Isabella, whose speech set the gold standard\u003cbr\u003efor her nation’s language. When he came to Xamaica\u003cbr\u003ehe described it so: “The fairest isle that eyes ever beheld.”\u003cbr\u003eThen he balled up a big sheet of parchment, unclenched,\u003cbr\u003eand let it fall off a flat surface before it landed at her feet.\u003cbr\u003eThere we were, massifs, high mountain ranges, expansive\u003cbr\u003eplains, deep valleys, one he ’d christened for the Queen\u003cbr\u003eof Spain. Overabundance of wood, over one hundred\u003cbr\u003erivers, food, and fat pastures for Spanish horses, men,\u003cbr\u003eand cattle; and yes, your majesty, there were some people.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eYou Should Go to Toledo\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eI’d stared hard at the tongues of flame\u003cbr\u003eover the heads of the disciples; I felt\u003cbr\u003ea dry heat catch fire in my fontanelle.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“El Grec” the docent in the Prado called\u003cbr\u003ehim; a stranger in Spain all his days.\u003cbr\u003e“What is it you like about him?” the one\u003cbr\u003ewho came from the dark night inquires.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eSo I say this:\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe way his figures struggle and stretch\u003cbr\u003etill they pass the mandatory seven heads\u003cbr\u003emust be about grasp exceeding reach.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe overturning of my temples,\u003cbr\u003ethe slant sideways of seeing that open\u003cbr\u003eas I approach his door-sized canvases.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAnd his storm-at-sea-all-dolorous blue;\u003cbr\u003eand his bottle-green washing to chartreuse;\u003cbr\u003eand his maroon stains of dried oxblood.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe verdigris undersheen of the black coat,\u003cbr\u003ewhite lace foaming at the throat and wrist\u003cbr\u003eof a knight with one hand to his chest.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eHow I cling to the hem of the garment\u003cbr\u003eof La Trinidad’s broad-beam angel\u003cbr\u003ewho resembles my mother when she was\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eyoung, strong, and healthy – body able\u003cbr\u003eto ease the crucified from off the cross.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eAnd he who separated from the shades\u003cbr\u003eand sat at table with us in a late night place\u003cbr\u003eredolent with olive oil and baccalau said:\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“Then you should go to Toledo.”","brand":"McClelland \u0026 Stewart","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300043444453,"sku":"NP9780771035906","price":18.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780771035906.jpg?v=1767737612","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/supplying-salt-and-light-isbn-9780771035906","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}