In Blue: The Derek Jarman Poems, Keith Garebian, himself an insatiable cineaste, has masterfully spliced together an engaging book-length portrait of a filmmaker, visual artist, poet, sexual rebel, and gardener who double-dared the conventions of art, desire, and filmmaking. ... Read more
In Blue: The Derek Jarman Poems, Keith Garebian, himself an insatiable cineaste, has masterfully spliced together an engaging book-length portrait of a filmmaker, visual artist, poet, sexual rebel, and gardener who double-dared the conventions of art, desire, and filmmaking. Derek Jarman's final film, Blue, is a work without visuals except International Klein Blue, and it provides Garebian with an inspired backdrop against which he explores, in the book's poignant closing section, the filmmaker's descent into illness-induced blindness, charting his physical and emotional decline while also building towards a kind of defiant holy death equal to the passions of Jarman's most sacred martyrs: Caravaggio, St. Sebastian, and Jesus Christ.
In this life-affirming, cinematic, at turns randy and elegiac verse-biography, Keith Garebian celebrates one of the world's truly unforgettable and rebellious spirits.
Keith Garebian (son of an Armenian father and Anglo-Indian mother) was born in Bombay, India, and immigrated to Canada in 1961. Following his PhD in Canadian and Commonwealth Literature from Queen's University, he began his freelance career as literary and theatre critic, producing over two dozen books, two chapbooks, and hundreds of articles, features, interviews, and reviews. A resident of Mississauga, he has won numerous nominations and awards, including the William Saroyan Medal (Armenia) and four Mississauga Arts Awards.
SO YOU ARE NOT LOVEDAncient Rome would have married youto a glamorous boy, but England,Cromwell scowling at its heart,mows you down, thinningout your kind, forbiddingyou to fall in love. So you are not loved,reeking of lust and shameat the abyss of a long descent. SO EASY TO MISS THE BODY IN A CORNERheatbeat stronger than bed and walls,mind counting other bodies,imagining how skin catches light,a parchment on which to write a life. Even the largest canvas is smallerthan the hours in a spool of film,which reads all the values of blue. ENVOIOne night you thirsted like a lion,too thin to stoopat a drying-up pool in the Serengetion fire. You had lost your kingdom,old king, staggering like a wraith,palsied limbs shaking, mind ruminatingwhen the flames would end. Boils,settling on you,your mouth dry with curiosityburned into it like sand. Your body's fireworks aren't literary,yet amid all the dryness a thirstfor creativity. How sweetthe brain works beyondmedicine, everything risingin fire, rising, cresting,how much fire in summer, how much glory in grass,butterflies and fluttering flowersconsumed in light of an ordinaryworld calling to birds.
"Garebian employs a gritty yet lyrical tone. ..This notably elegiac collection of poems demonstrates the author's strong connection to the past and his equally strong engagement with the present. "Canadian Book Review Annual on Reservoir of Ancestors "Along with hard-edged clarity and succinct imagery, the language in this collection is often surreal and lustrous as befitting its subject matter about a painter's mistress who finds herself defined and given her raison d'etre by her promiscuous artist-lover. "Event on Frida: Paint Me As A Volcano