Paul HainesBrad MacDougall

Life

• Born in 1933.– Vassar, Michigan

• Spent time in Europe, India, New York City.

• Settled in Toronto, Canada.– Taught French, then made a career out of poetry.

– Had three children.• Avery, Tim, Emily.

• Died in 2003.– “Secret Carnival Workers”

in 2007.

Paul

• Always wrote in capital letters.• Had a very abstract and avant-garde writing style.

Mostly negative.• Hated spoken word poetry.

– Collaborated with Carla & Paul Bley for “Escalator Overthe Hill,” a very abstract jazzopera.

• Only published one book ofpoetry in his lifetime.– “Third World Two” in 1981.

• Very difficult to findinformation/resources aboutPaul.– Shunned the media.

“Encore du Tutoiement”

Encore du tutoiement (Always informal)

Inconnu (Unknown)

Cette plus ou moins (This more or less)

Grande concision (Great conciseness)

Aspect de femme (Aspect of woman)

Toujours sans but (Always without purpose)

Précis (Accurate)

Sauf but voulu (Except wanted purpose)

Depuis si longtemps (Since so long)

L'impossibilité de penser (The impossibility to think)

À toi sans penser à nous (Of you without thinking of us)

(for discussing & analyzing)

“Sprig”Fresh

When sleeping meant

Every other nightFalling asleep for a fifth

time

Early in a morningAwake in terror

Words staring back at himNever to be used

Their hands

On hold

So quiet they could hear each

other’s thinkingDenying garnered interests

Making of life a forged painting

Life’s big magnet, tug tugging

And listeners like you.[video]

“Poem For Gretchen Ruth”Every living thing then

Jumping up

Nothing payingAttention

Light crawlingAs slowly as ever

Into his hammockHung in mist

As dry as mothsWhose song

Is sung asWeeping

“Déjà Trop Vu”

A tall white

Pine stands

Between me

And the tree

I’m trying

To see

Also

A tall white

Pine

Creative ResponseHaze

The fluid night

Cannot comprehend

All of the dreams that are wasted

Hidden and hurried

I shake with passion

When terrors stir my mind

Never leaves a bruise

Inane and coldTo one who could be listening to

The morningMiles mumbling

Falling asleep to grey thunderTime’s dulcet twinkle, tick-ticking

And listeners like you.

Works Cited• http://torontoist.com/attachments/toronto_carlyb/

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• http://books.google.ca/books?id=mtaRoO_seYIC

• http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZ8VjNniFPU/SGFxwtEJZkI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ii0ShrZzp8o/s200/image+3.bmp

• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Haines_%28poet%29

• http://www.pointofdeparture.org/PoD13/img/books_haines_to_you.jpg

Thanks.