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Paul Blackburn

Someday I'll get to a book about poet and translator Paul Blackburn (edit in: I've heard rumors, as of  August 2018, that an edition of letters in in the works, but just rumors. I've also found out that a new edition of the Journals and a Paul Blackburn Reader are in imminent.), hopefully a collected or selected letters, since the main work (his Collected) is done. Until then, here are a list of links that may prove interesting if you're interested in him. It took me only the better part of a day to cover 75 or so Google results (what can I say?; I was bored) if you want to double-check me. It just seems to me that someone else long before me should have shown some interest, but if it's just me, well, it'll have to be me. I can take the heat of the kitchen.


http://jacketmagazine.com/12/blac-stat.html
This 1954 piece was published in the book
The Parallel Voyages
, Sun-Gemini Press,1987.

Register of Paul Blackburn papers at UCSD

Preface for Paul Blackburn by Jerome Rothenberg

Modern American Poetry

Electronic Poetry Center

Jacket Paul Blackburn issue

Ted Burke—Paul Blackburn and the Hard Gaze

Blackburn papers at Washington University

Basil King on Blackburn

Bob Holman on Blackburn

Paul Blackburn: Notes from a Lecture (Jim Cohn)

House Taken Over (Casa 
Tomada) by
Julio 
Cortázar  (Translated by
 Paul
Blackburn)

Blackburn poems in Poetry

The Journals: a paper on Paul Blackburn by Burt Kimmelman

article discussing Blackburn poems from New American Poetry 1945-60, ed. Allen

Clayton Eshleman on Paul Blackburn

Clayton Eshleman on PB II

Bard College Archives with a two-hour reading by Blackburn

Jim Cohn on Paul Blackburn (video in Real format)

Joe Hall on the Journals

Kirby Olson on Blackburn

https://soundcloud.com/poetry-project-audio/inonor-about-the-premises-a-reading-celebration-of-paul-blackburn-september-28th-2016
In On or About the Premises: a Reading and Celebration of Paul Blackburn

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