Cid Corman writes, "For the vast majority of Italians and others to whom the name means anything, Matera is synonymous with abject poverty and backwardness. In fact, being the capital of its province, which occupies the lower and Eastern half of the region known today as La Basilicata, in the highlands inland between the Ionian Sea and the Adriatic, it is relatively affluent in a world where degradation is the rule. It has a railway terminal, all the functionary establishments of authority, more than a dozen churches, and a growing middle-class. In the outlying areas, in the castle villages perched on remote mountains, is poverty undisguised, unmitigated, and kept quiet. I came to this community quite by accident, penniless, and stayed to teach there for a year and a half. What I saw, what I learned, what I felt, my relations to others there and that of earth and air, fire and water, to them and to myself, should be implicit, if not explicit, in these poems."
"Poems a fortiori, poems with the shock of rightness-Cid Corman's poems. The look of delicacy is deceptive. More often it's leanness, poems growing from their own center-no influences, no formal props-then taking us back to that center by the shortest route. There, at center, leanness & rightness become song, an intensity of meaning that makes words pure. We know we have experienced real poetry because we have been where poetry really is..." -- Hayden Carruth
Number Of Pages: 132
Published: 17th January 1973
Publisher: New Directions Publishing Corporation
Country of Publication: US
Dimensions (cm): 20.3 x 13.7 x 0.8
Weight (kg): 0.13