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Border Blurs: Concrete Poetry in England and Scotland
This book offers the first in-depth account of the relationship between English and Scottish poets and the international concrete poetry movement of the 1950s to the 1970s. Concrete poetry was a literary and artistic style which reactivated early twentieth-century modernist impulses towards the merging of artistic media, while simultaneously speaking to a gamut of contemporary contexts, from post-1945 reconstruction to cybernetics, mass media and the sixties counter-culture. The terms of its development in England and Scotland suggest new ways of mapping ongoing complexities in the relationship between the two national cultures, and of tracing broader sociological and cultural trends in Britain during the 1960s and 1970s. Focusing especially on the work of Ian Hamilton Finlay, Edwin Morgan, Dom Sylvester Houédard and Bob Cobbing, Border Blurs is based on new and extensive archival and primary research, and will fill a vital gap in contemporary understandings of an important but
much misunderstood concrete poetry. It will also serve as a vital document for scholars and students of twentieth-century British literature, modern intermedia art and modernism, especially those interested in understanding modernism's wide geographical spread and late twentieth-century legacies.
much misunderstood concrete poetry. It will also serve as a vital document for scholars and students of twentieth-century British literature, modern intermedia art and modernism, especially those interested in understanding modernism's wide geographical spread and late twentieth-century legacies.
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Published December 31, 2019
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Greg Thomas
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I grew up in St. Louis, MO, in a small town just past the city limits. During the day, I'd watch Bosom Buddies on reruns - maybe Supermarket Sweep or Golden Girls if I was lucky. At night, I'd play video games or Transformers or build Legos, expanding my imagination. One night I wished to the first star of the night that my Transformer would turn real and come visit me. My Mom, bless her heart, gave me the bad news that some dreams or wishes may not come true. I still haven't forgiven her for that. I'm still waiting for that ten story tall Transformer to come peeking in my window. Until then, I'll write.
I grew up in St. Louis, MO, in a small town just past the city limits. During the day, I'd watch Bosom Buddies on reruns - maybe Supermarket Sweep or Golden Girls if I was lucky. At night, I'd play video games or Transformers or build Legos, expanding my imagination. One night I wished to the first star of the night that my Transformer would turn real and come visit me. My Mom, bless her heart, gave me the bad news that some dreams or wishes may not come true. I still haven't forgiven her for that. I'm still waiting for that ten story tall Transformer to come peeking in my window. Until then, I'll write.
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