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Poetry
April 2005
96 pages
ISBN 0-88984-267-1
$14.95

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Bastardi Puri

Ezra Pound famously defined literature as `news that stays news'. Bastardi Puri, which launches from the political and aspires to the universal, is just that sort of news.

Walid Bitar's poems read as if transmitted in softly staccato impulses from some remote time-warp in the tenth dimension. They crackle with the static of unique ciphers hurled over huge distances and we don't know at first whether they are entreaties or imprecations. Certain poems threaten, others cajole; all buzz with an energy of language that sometimes splits open the husks of their forms. Weird images and weirder personages perch upon his stanzas, not only Rhodesian Ridgebacks in constitutional snits, Actaeons ogling Diana's physique, and Tarzan in quicksand but the poet himself, weirdest of all, whose remarkable voice plots constellations and libels the starry nights. To read Bitar is to take a round-trip ticket on the Drunken Boat. His unusual and distinctive voice is by turns caustic and capricious, attuned to `rain and its minions' but also painfully aware that `to whip is human, to be whipped divine.' Best of all, like a speechless man suddenly given language, `this ambassador from El Dorado' frolics and cavorts in his `underground patois' with startling originality and mischievous flair. This is a book of poems torn between the comic and the inconsolable, now `surrendering to polkas in some smoky dive' but also, and at the same time, `Eternity's pied-à-terre.'

`Playful, disingenuous, bitter, comic, ironic, and randy for ambiguity, the poems of Walid Bitar's third collection, Bastardi Puri, present us with a not altogether unfamiliar postmodern window on the world.'
    -- Patrick Warner, Books in Canada

`Each poem in this collection bludgeons its readers into a confrontation with the paradox of postmodern living. Swooning amid the vertigo of Bitar's ``unaligned'' stanzas, the reader cannot remain within the comfort zone of language. It is often very challenging, but is, nonetheless, a highly rewarding experience for those who dare.'
    -- James Mason, Scene magazine

`This third collection from the Beirut-born Bitar is postmodern and ironic, by turns comic and bitter.'
    -- the Globe & Mail

`... simultaneously suave and ferocious, packed with phrases sharp enough to slice through tender sensibilities.'
    -- Barbara Carey, the Toronto Star

`The poems in Walid Bitar's third collection are, as the book's paradoxical title suggests, pure bastards. The poetics of Bitar, a Lebanese-born Canadian, are characterized by typically postmodern concers: fractured subjectivity; the malleability of language and its potential for use as propaganda; self-reflective narration; geographic rootlessness; a predominantly ironic tone. Bitar's formal methodology, however, is hardly avant-garde. He employs rhyme, metre, the sonnet, and that workhorse of metrical poetry, the quatrain, to great effect.'
    -- Zachariah Wells, Quill & Quire

`Beirut-born Canadian immigrant Walid Bitar presents Bastardi Puri, a collection of free-verse poetry that feels like a hybrid cross between raw emotion, vibrant energy, caustic wit, and painful revelation. From the mundane to life-changing events, Bastardi Puri offers a captivating portrait of the rough edges of life. Developing Countries: Though eyewitnesses insist history's sleep is light, / it's rather heavy, and hardly stirred / if a bottle breaks in an alley, used as the chronicler is / to winking with a hotelier's Brummagem composure. // The next think you know lobster and iguana / are mistaken for viola and violin / in kitchens whose acoustics have in them a Spartacus / to lead the others in revolt, muffling any fugue. // I'd drown it out by landing helicopters, / metal teabags to the boiling gods, / as any make-up man knows, and my conscience, / which is a lagging indicator, and unemployment rate.`
    -- Midwest Book Review

`It is significant that so much of literary criticism echoes back to one of the fundamental precepts of Aristotle's Poetics -- that ``to learn gives the liveliest pleasure.'' Bitar seems to have learned this lesson well, as this book of poetry gives a jolt of liveliest pleasure.'' Quite simply, this is a book you should buy and keep. ... I have always believed a prime ingredient of great poetry is what I term ``the invention of language'' -- the use of language in a renewed, unexpected, unpredictable, exciting way. Language that freshens. Bitar fulfills this, from the first page onward.'
    -- Nicholas Samaras, the Harvard Review

`It's difficult to write effective ``political'' poetry, but Bitar pulls it off in these edgy, sardonic takes on the not-so-new world order. ``There's a little ice age / in every cup of water,'' he writes in a poem about torture. Much of 2 Guys on Holy Land is chilling, too; syntactically disruptive and politically engaged, it's one of the most unsettling -- and impressive -- collections I've read in a long time.'
    -- Barbara Carey, Books in Canada

`Poised on the knife edge, the poems in 2 Guys on Holy Land keep their balance perfectly. They never tip into the play-for-play's sake of the wholly surreal, and they resist equally the play-for-work's sake of the poem that knows, before the fact, its own message. The reader is allowed to overhear a voice -- and it is a highly engaging, personal voice for all its quirkiness and its lack of personal detail. In place of the autobiographical, the sense of the already lived, we become intimately familiar with a sensibility -- a way of speaking, of making immediate connection. In the end, the very liberation of the voice underscores its isolation. The effect is close to that of surrealism, yet the reader is always aware of these poems intersecting with a real world. ... But it's a world full of surprises. The reader senses the writer constantly surprising himself, reacting to what he's just said. So the lines tumble in quick succession -- a statement, a follow-up question, a speculation on the question, an association sparked by the follow-up statement, and so on, spilling toward an end neither writer nor reader can foretell.'
    -- Judith Kitchen, the Georgia Review

`Bitar's poetry jolts us into a new awareness of the world in which we live, and the poetry we read and write. It is new, both beautiful and ugly, and highly successful.'
    -- Khaled Mattawa, Indiana Review