I think what happened to us started the day I was out playing on the streets of our neighbourhood and accidently pissed on the President’s face. I was a thirteen year old kid, skinny, lean-boned, full of shit. It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was home early from school on a scorching early November day. There hadn’t been any rainfall yet to ease the tight, dry heat or settle the dust, and I was out and about amongst it, blood-hot, looking for trouble.
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Hope was expressed that books could be found in which directions back out to life, of this kind, could be discovered. I thought of books that might suit this purpose — too many books — and then, much later, I thought of more books.
One morning in May, I stepped into the shower a balanced man. Ten minutes later, I was on my knees, cracked and weeping on a rubber mat. I cannot account for this on a second-by-second basis, the scene remains too fuzzy, beyond description.
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An innovative writer, critic, performer and bon vivant extraordinaire, Hartmann helped to introduce Japanese poetic forms to the English literary tradition, championed photography as an art form, conducted ‘concerts’ with smells instead of sounds, and drank riotously with everyone from the Symbolist poets of Paris to the Bohemians of Greenwich Village to the movie stars of Hollywood.
In later life he was a publisher’s reader and literary advisor for Jonathan Cape, where he was an early and ebullient proponent of Ted Hughes, Arthur Koestler, Stevie Smith, John Betjeman, John Fowles, Vladimir Nabokov, Alan Paton and Ian Fleming. (No Plomer, no Bond.)
It is high time Lola Ridge was recognized by thousands of women who are triumphantly following in her footsteps today, most of them without even knowing of this interesting, in some ways tragic precursor to whose life and work we all should feel gratefully indebted – Anne Stevenson