Carol Rumens
Poeta. Fecha de nacimiento: 10 de diciembre de 1944, South London, Londres. Educación: Universidad de Londres.
Carol Rumens nació en Forest Hill, al sur de Londres. Ganó una beca en la escuela primaria y más tarde estudió Filosofía en la Universidad de Londres, pero lo dejó antes de completar su graduación. Obtuvo un diploma de postgrado escritura para la escena (con distinción) de la Universidad de la ciudad de Manchester en 2001.
Fue profesora en la Universidad de Kent en Canterbury (1983-5), la Universidad Queen de Belfast (1991-3 y 1995-8)), la Universidad de Cork (1994), Universidad de Estocolmo (1999), y la Universidad de Hull. Como profesora de escritura creativa, ahora enseña en la Universidad de Gales, Bangor, y en la Universidad de Hull.
Fue elegida miembro de la Real Sociedad de Literatura en 1984.
Premios
1981 Alice Hunt Bartlett Award (joint winner) Unplayed Music
1981 New Statesman Prudence Farmer Award An Easter Garland
1984 Cholmondeley Award
1998 Belfast Arts Award for Literature (shortlist) Holding Pattern
1998 Forward Poetry Prize (Best Single Poem) (shortlist - A Day in the Life of Farmer Dream )
2001 Cardiff International Poetry Competition (Fourth Prize - Kings of the Playground )
2001 National Poetry Competition ( Stay in Touch )
2002 Forward Poetry Prize (Best Single Poem) (shortlist)
Obras
Poesía
"Girl, Got; Direct Train; December in Chapultepec Park, Mexico City; Dotage" . Acorn 15 . Archived from the original on 2008-05-18.
A Strange Girl in Bright Colours . Quartet. 1973.
A Necklace of Mirrors Ulsterman, 1978
Unplayed Music . Secker & Warburg. 1981.
Scenes from the Gingerbread House . Bloodaxe. 1982. ISBN 978-0-906427-27-9 .
Star Whisper . Secker & Warburg. 1983. ISBN 978-0-436-43901-8 .
Direct Dialling . Chatto & Windus. 1985. ISBN 978-0-7011-2911-8 .
Icon Waves The Star Wheel Press, 1986
Selected Poems . Chatto & Windus. 1987. ISBN 978-0-7011-3201-9 .
The Greening of the Snow Beach . Bloodaxe. 1988. ISBN 978-1-85224-062-2 .
From Berlin to Heaven . Chatto & Windus. 1989.
Thinking of Skins: New and Selected Poems . Bloodaxe. 1993. ISBN 978-1-85224-280-0 .
Best China Sky . Bloodaxe. 1995. ISBN 978-1-85224-337-1 .
The Miracle Diet . Bloodaxe. 1997. ISBN 978-1-85224-418-7 .
Holding Pattern . Blackstaff Press. 1998. ISBN 978-0-85640-638-6 .
Hex . Bloodaxe. 2002. ISBN 978-1-85224-602-0 .
Selected Poems 1968-2004 . Bloodaxe. 2004. ISBN 978-1-85224-680-8 .
Blind Spots . Seren. 2008. ISBN 978-1-85411-465-5 .
De Chirico's Threads . Seren. 2010. ISBN 978-1-85411-534-8 .
Novelas
Plato Park. Chatto & Windus. 1987. ISBN 978-0-7011-3202-6 .
Editora
Nearly Siberia (Pascal Theatre Company, Newcastle and London, 1989)
The Freak of the Week Show (EyeSpy Theatre Company, East Didsbury Studio, Manchester, 2001)
Suzanne Hecabe (Arden School of Theatre, Manchester, 2002).
Obras de teatro
Nearly Siberia (Pascal Theatre Company, Newcastle and London, 1989)
The Freak of the Week Show (EyeSpy Theatre Company, East Didsbury Studio, Manchester, 2001)
Suzanne Hecabe (Arden School of Theatre, Manchester, 2002).
Traducciones
Pencil Letter /Irina Ratushinskaya (translator) Bloodaxe, 1988
The Poetry of Perestroika . Translator Carol Rumens, Richard McKane. Iron Press. 1990. ISBN 978-0-906228-35-7 .
After Pushkin (contributor) Carcanet, 2000 with Yuri Drobyshev
Yevgenii Rein: Selected Poems (translator) Bloodaxe, 2001
No ficción
Self into Song: Newcastle/Bloodaxe Poetry Lectures Bloodaxe, 2006
Carol Rumens (21 January 2009). "Elizabeth Alexander's praise poem was way too prosy" . The Guardian . London.
Carol Rumens (15 December 2008). "Poem of the week: Darling, Would You Please Pick Up Those Books?" . The Guardian . London.
Carol Rumens (23 August 1992). "BOOKS / Poetry: Carol Rumens on two exciting new collections" . The Independent . London.
Writing Poetry . Routledge. 2006. ISBN 978-0-415-30389-7.
PUNTOS SUSPENSIVOS
Y allí me encontré a mí misma, más verdadera y más extraña.
Wallace Stevens
Yo había empezado a pensar en el amor propio de la piel,
en Mujeres, Fuego y Cosas Peligrosas,
en los libros perdidos, revoloteando, abriendo sus alas como venas …
*
Quizá fue un falso comienzo, el venoso azul
recordado de una mama, el olor de la leche en esa fotografía,
la espiral de su doble corona mientras te alimentó..
*
Pero las palabras se estaban desenrollando lentamente como vendajes
y en algún lugar yo estaba comenzando el trabajo soñado de mi vida,
cada habitación de la casa ahora aludía
a un miedo irracional a los cuchillos,
tal vez, al deslumbrante salario del ombligo.
El ombligo del sueño.
*
Y el vertiginoso pulso azul en la muñeca
era insistente como una rima
deshilachada…
La mancha roja del pasado
sobre mis manos improbablemente
extendidas.
Versión de Carlos Alcorta
https://carlosalcorta.wordpress.com/page/2/
Carol Rumens
Carol Rumens was born in Forest Hill, South London. She won a scholarship to grammar school, and later studied Philosophy at London University, but left before completing her degree. She later gained a Postgraduate Diploma in Writing for the Stage from City College Manchester. She has taught at the University of Kent at Canterbury, Queen's University Belfast, University College Cork, University of Stockholm, and the University of Hull; she is currently Visiting Professor in Creative Writing at the University of Bangor. She has held the position of Poetry Editor for the literary newspaper, (the publisher) Quarto, and for the Literary Review, and she was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. The author of fifteen collections of poems, as well as occasional fiction, drama and translation, Rumens has received the Cholmondeley Award and the Prudence Farmer Prize for her poetry, and was joint recipient of an Alice Hunt Bartlett Award. Her collection, Star Whisper (1983) was shortlisted for the Dylan Thomas Award. She has also published a collection of her lectures on poetry, Self into Song. Her work has appeared regularly in publications such as The Guardian, The Observer and Poetry Review, and she currently writes the hugely popular 'Poem of the Week' feature for The Guardian.
The Emigrée (1993)
There once was a country… I left it as a child
but my memory of it is sunlight-clear
for it seems I never saw it in that November
which, I am told, comes to the mildest city.
The worst news I receive of it cannot break
my original view, the bright, filled paperweight.
It may be at war, it may be sick with tyrants,
but I am branded by an impression of sunlight.
The white streets of that city, the graceful slopes
glow even clearer as time rolls its tanks
and the frontiers rise between us, close like waves.
That child’s vocabulary I carried here
like a hollow doll, opens and spills a grammar.
Soon I shall have every coloured molecule of it.
It may by now be a lie, banned by the state
but I can’t get it off my tongue. It tastes of sunlight.
I have no passport, there’s no way back at all
but my city comes to me in its own white plane.
It lies down in front of me, docile as paper;
I comb its hair and love its shining eyes.
My city takes me dancing through the city
of walls. They accuse me of absence, they circle me.
They accuse me of being dark in their free city.
My city hides behind me. They mutter death,
and my shadow falls as evidence of sunlight.
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