Celebrating Barbara Guest’s 100th Birthday!

Wesleyan University Press is virtually celebrating what would have been Barbara Guest’s 100th birthday! Guest’s monumental career as a writer spanned over 60 years, during which she was deeply intertwined with poets of the New York School including Frank O’Hara and later on, with the Language poets. Over her life, she wrote extensively for Art News and published numerous poetry collections including Fair Realism (1989) and The location of things (1985). Throughout her life, Guest remained deeply fixated on the possibility of “invoking the unseen” through poetry. She took inspiration from Abstract Expressionist painter Helen Frankenthaler and New York School poet John Ashbery, both of whom blurred the lines between reality and imagination, and subject and object. In the introduction to The Collected Works of Barbara Guest, poet Peter Gizzi writes that Guest’s written works compel the reader to “reconsider modernist traditions” and “delimit” poetry temporally and spatially, allowing her words to spill off the page as if they have no concrete beginning nor end. In the end of her final book, The Fair Gaze, Guest quotes philosopher Theodor Adorno: “in each genuine art work something appears that did not exist before;” such words encapsulate Guest’s life-long project of pioneering a post-modernist poetic tradition that stands at the edge of the horizon, gesturing towards an imagined becoming.

To read Guest’s works and celebrate September 6th, 2020 – what would have been her 100th birthday – we direct you to The Collected Works of Barbara Guest, edited by her daughter, Hadley Haden Guest, and published by Wesleyan University Press in 2013.

For a preview of the book, see her poem “Passage” below (pp. 130):

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Passage

for John Coltrane

Words
      after all
are syllables just
and you put them
     in their place
     notes
     sounds
a painter using his stroke
     so the spot
where the article
     an umbrella
     a knife
we could find
     in its most intricate
     hiding
slashed as it was with color
     called “being”
     or even “it”
Expressions
For the moment just
     when the syllables
     out of their webs float
We were just
     beginning to hear
like a crane hoisted into
     the fine thin air
that had a little ache (or soft crackle)
     golden staffed edge of
     quick Mercury
     the scale runner
Envoi
     C’est juste
     your umbrella colorings
dense as telephone
     voice
     humming down the line
     polyphonic
Red plumaged birds
     not so natural
     complicated wings
                              French!
Sweet difficult passages
                              on your throats
there just there
                              caterpillar edging
                              to moth
Midnight
                              in the chrome attic

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Happy 100th, Barbara!