Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A mother and son's journey to Greece, now and then, May 9, 09


http://www.thestar.com/
The Toronto Star (Travel section)
BY David Layton
Aviva Whiteson
Special to the Star


Here are the first words my mother said to me after I told her we'd each have a private veranda aboard our ship: "Be careful that you don't lean over the rails or you might fall over!" She was serious.

Not long after that she called to say that spring in Greece is unpredictable. She'd looked at the weather forecast and told me to pack warm clothes — for the next few days "layers" became her favourite word. "Do they heat the boat?"

The boat in question was the luxurious Silver Wind, a ship so white you almost needed sunglasses just to stare at it, and one of four ships operated by SilverSea Cruises.

"I don't know, Mom, but they might have some blankets we could wrap around our shoulders."

"It's not," I added, "like the old days."

Those days were in point of fact the young days, when I'd been a child, my mother a young woman, and our mode of transportation was one step up from a donkey. It had been almost 30 years since my father, Irving Layton, my mother and I last travelled to Greece together. Mother's Day was approaching, an excuse for us to go back there, but this time without my father, who'd passed away.

My mother is 76. I am in my 40s. If not now, when?

Our first stop was the Hotel Phaedra in Athens, where my parents and I had stayed in 1967. The tiny, toy elevator I used to joyride when I was a kid was still in operation, but as with my mother and me, much has changed over the intervening years. Once charging less than $5 a night, the hotel, like Athens, has been renovated and transformed for the Olympic Games in 2004. But the view of the Acropolis, which we can see from our balcony, is unchanged and eternal. So, too, the Plaka, the historical district, with its village houses and cobblestoned streets that surround it.

It was on one of those very cobblestones that my mother, on our first night, tripped and fell. My mother, previously so concerned for my own welfare, now lay on the ground with a serious gash on her forehead, a possible concussion, and the definite need to find a hospital.

Here's a valuable lesson someone once passed on to me: When in need, always go to the best hotel, even if you aren't staying there, and avail yourself of their services. The incredibly helpful concierge at the Grande Bretagne found us a doctor and then flagged a private taxi to take us there. One MRI, four stitches and two hours later, we emerged from the hospital.

It was now 11 p.m. We hadn't slept for 18 hours. Was my mother tired?

"I don't even have a headache!" she said. What might have ended our trip before it had even begun turned into the best cure for jet-lag. We went to a taverna and sipped ouzo, listening to live bouzouki music.

I knew travelling with my mother was going to be exhausting, but not quite in this way. She never stopped. In Rhodes, it was off to the whitewashed village of Lindos to visit some old friends of hers; in Marmaris, Turkey, we rented a jeep that broke down in the mountains. We hitched a ride back into town. There wasn't a musical performance, variety act or dinner reservation aboard ship that she wanted to miss.

A friend who helped me shop for the trip kept picking out cute little momma-boy sailor shirts for me to wear. Many of my friends thought it strange that I wanted to travel with my mother. I think it's strange that you wouldn't want to.

On our final night of sailing, the lights of the Ionic islands twinkling in the distance, my mother took my hand and said, "This is the best trip I've ever had."

Greece may be eternal, but we are not. Time passes. So next Mother's Day, take your mother on a trip. It's not as bad as it sounds. Promise.

David Layton is a Toronto-based freelance writer.
No wonder I want to repeat the whole trip again - but only if I can hold fast to my son's hand

The first time I sailed to Athens with my son, David, he was only a few months old.

We'd travelled there in an old Greek tub of a ship, our tiny cabin so close to the waterline that every time I opened the porthole, half the ocean sloshed in.

Four decades later, he's now taking me on a journey and it's on a cruise ship called The Silver Wind, where we each have a luxurious suite with glass doors opening onto a large veranda and a dressing room which was twice the size of my previous cabin.

Before we started our life of luxury, we'd decided to "slum" it for a few days in Athens, revisiting our old haunts.

I'd booked us into the Phaedra, a funky little hotel at the base of the Acropolis, where we'd always stayed and where David's favourite activity was riding the creaky old elevator up and down, to the intense annoyance of the two brothers, Stamatis and Yannis, who owned the hotel.

Despite our massive jet lag, we didn't want to waste a second and set off on a preliminary stroll.

As we negotiate the uneven cobblestones of the Plaka, I stumble and instinctively reach out to grab my son's arm, except that he had reached out to grab me, and in a split second I realize that, at 76, I am now the child and he the parent.

After a trip to the emergency ward and four stitches later, I cling to his arm like a limpet whenever he offers – which is all the time.

Even though I had dragged him all over the world when he was young, whether he wanted to go or not (and mostly he didn't), I'm lucky that he still wants to travel with me.

He's a great travelling companion, far more caring for my comfort than I am for his.

We have almost identical reactions to places and situations, both love going off the beaten path at the various ports of call.

We walk into whatever town we berth at, explore narrow alleyways, drink at local tavernas and then, at departure time, return to our floating palace, there to be enveloped in pampered luxury with only a gangplank connecting the two different worlds.

It never fails to astonish me that each morning we step out onto our verandas and there, like magic, another world appears in front of my eyes – Corfu, Rhodes, Kusadasi, Turkey, where we take the local bus to Ephesus and splurge on a private guide who is more intent on showing us the site of the brothels than the place where Paul preached to the Ephesians.

Later that evening, the cruise line arranges a special concert in one of the amphitheatres where, wrapped up in fleecy blankets, we listen to a string quartet, sip champagne and gaze out over the softly lit-up colonnades of one the most amazing ruins in the world.

Not that it was all paradisical. There were, of course, my constant motherly admonitions – "Make sure you're dressed warmly enough" ... "Don't lean too far over the railings" ... "That food always upsets your stomach."

I seem to have an endless supply of these shibboleths and can't stop trotting them out, even though the results are invariably counterproductive.

The bottom line, though, is that I love my son's company and, despite the mother-guilt, I console myself with the thought that I must have done something right.

When it comes time to disembark, I have a sudden panic attack at not being able to call room service at 3 a.m. if I have a sudden craving for Assiago Italiani or Bitter Chocolate Mousse.

Not that I did it, but I loved the idea that I could have done it.

No longer was there anyone hurrying across the dining room to assist me in peeling the foil off my yoghurt container or press exotic drinks on me at every turn.

No wonder I want to repeat the whole trip again – but only if I can hold fast to my son's hand.

Photo: Fond memories, past and present, of family trips to Greece that David Layton took with his mom, Aviva Whiteson.

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Monday, April 27, 2009

Leonard Cohen tour 2009 and video!

Great news to Cohen fans, Leonard Cohen is now touring after a hiatus for several years - soon to be 75-year-old Cohen is touring and I was lucky enough to see him in Seattle.



Bounding on the stage like a man 50 years younger, Cohen sang all of the favorites - Suzanne, Bird on the Wire, Closing Time, Dance Me to the End of Love and the heartbreaking Hallelujah.

I just know that Irving is watching from somewhere and I am sure if he were here he would celebrate by reading some poetry and sharing a bottle of wine.

Cheers Leonard - all of us Layton fans are thrilled to see how you are doing!

Friday, May 04, 2007

Irving Layton Avenue Unveiling, (and photo) The Chronicle, April 30th 2007


http://www.westendchronicle.com
April 30th 2007

Côte St. Luc's mayor and city councillors will be officially dedicating a new street in honour of one of Canada's greatest poets — Irving Layton — this coming Sunday at 11 a.m.

The ceremony for Irving Layton Avenue, which is situated behind St. Richard's Church near Guelph Road and Parkhaven Avenue, will include the unveiling of the street sign, a plaque in honour of Layton, as well as speeches by Mayor Anthony Housefather and Layton's son, Max.

"Irving Layton lived for long periods of his life in Côte St. Luc," says Housefather. "He raised two of his children in our community and chose to spend his last years here. Layton was an extraordinarily prolific writer, poet and teacher. I am proud to dedicate this avenue to his memory."

Born in a the small Romanian town of Tirgui Neamt in 1912 to Jewish parents, Layton immigrated with his family to Canada in 1913, settling in Montreal. He grew up in a poor neighbourhood around St. Urbain Street and fell in love with poetry when he was in grade 10.

Layton spent most of his career as a teacher. He taught at Sir George Williams University, Herzliah High School and the Jewish Public Library. Many of his students have become prominent public figures, including Mount Royal MP Irwin Cotler and D'Arcy McGee MNA Lawrence Bergman, both of whom will speak on Sunday.

Layton published 50 books of poetry and prose between 1945 and 1992, many of which were translated into Greek, Italian, Spanish, Korean and other languages. His collection of poetry, A Red Carpet for the Sun, won the Governor General's Award in 1959. He was made an officer in the Order of Canada in 1976. He died on Jan. 4, 2006 at the age of 93.

Max Layton, who teaches school and is a musician in Toronto, says his father had a major impact on his life. "Because of my father, I am a better human being," says Max. He proudly describes his father as "amazingly well-read," with an astonishing breadth of interests and insights.

Max has vivid recollections of the family home during the 1950s — a farm house in the days just before Côte St. Luc was permanently transformed into a bedroom suburb. He remembers the parties his parents hosted and at which all kinds of artists turned up, including dancers, potters, sculptors and actors. Among these was Leonard Cohen, the burgeoning young poet and songwriter who was destined for world fame.

Max recalls how, at night, he would sneak out of his room and watch from the top of the stairs what the adults were up to. He describes Cohen as being like a "magnet attracting women." As soon as Cohen stepped into the room, women would swirl around.

"Leonard, in my opinion, is the greatest song writer of our times," says Max. "He's the 21st century Jewish psalmist. His songs for me were very religious, beautiful and memorable."

Please Join Us at the Irving Layton Avenue Dedication Ceremony Sunday, May 6th, 2007

Greetings Irving Layton fans!

Please join Cote St. Luc Mayor Anthony Housefather, Councillor Mike Cohen, Mount Royal MP Irwin Cotler, Minister Lawrence Bergman, MNA for D’Arcy McGee and others in celebrating one of Canada's Greatest Poets, Irving Layton.

Irving Layton Avenue is located
behind St. Richards Church and close to the corner of Guelph Rd. and Parkhaven Ave.

Copied below is the notice in the Cote St.Luc website which can be found at (http://www.cotesaintluc.org/en/node/305).

If you are able to attend, we would like to post your account and/or photographs, so please email us.

Thank you,

www.IrvingLayton.com

Irving Layton Ave. street dedication ceremony on Sunday

2007-05-06 11:00
2007-05-06 13:00

Irving LaytonMayor Anthony Housefather and the Côte Saint-Luc City Council will
officially dedicate a new street in honour of the poet Irving Layton on
Sunday, May 6, 2007
at 11am on Irving Layton Ave.

The event is chaired by Councillor Mike Cohen, who is responsible
for toponymy in the city, and Councillor Mitchell Brownstein, who
represents the district where the street is located. Other participants
include École Maimonide, Max Layton—son of Irving Layton—other members
of the Layton family, Mount Royal MP Irwin Cotler, and D’Arcy McGee MNA
Lawrence Bergman.


All residents are invited to attend the street naming ceremony.

Irving Layton Ave. is situated behind
St. Richard’s Church and École Maimonide near Guelph Road and
Parkhaven Avenue.

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Sunday, December 31, 2006

Wikipedia - Irving Layton

Irving Layton OC (March 12, 1912January 4, 2006) was a Canadian poet. He was known for his "tell it like it is" style which won him a wide following but also made enemies. As T. Jacobs notes in his biography (2001), Layton fought Puritanism throughout his life:

Layton's work had provided the bolt of lightening that was needed to split open the thin skin of conservatism and complacency in the poetry scene of the preceding century, allowing modern poetry to expose previously unseen richness and depth (Jacobs, 2001).

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Biography

On March 12, 1912, born Israel Pincu Lazarovitch in Târgu Neamţ, a small town in Romania, to Jewish parents, Moses and Klara Lazarovitch, he emigrated with his family to Montreal, Quebec in 1913 and was forced to live in the impoverished St. Urbain Street neighbourhood, later made famous by Mordecai Richler in his novels. There Layton and his family (his father died when he was 13) faced daily struggles with, among others, Montreal's French Canadians, who were uncomfortable with the growing numbers of Jewish newcomers.[1]

Layton graduated from Alexandra Elementary School and attended Baron Byng High School, where his life was changed when he was introduced to such poets as Alfred Lord Tennyson, Walter Scott, William Wordsworth, Lord Byron, and Percy Bysshe Shelley; the novelists Jane Austen and George Eliot; the essayists Francis Bacon, Oliver Goldsmith, Samuel Johnson, and Jonathan Swift; and also William Shakespeare and Charles Darwin. He became very interested in politics and social theory and began reading Karl Marx and Nietzsche and also became politically active in socialist politics — so much so that he became a threat to the high school administration and was asked to leave before graduating. In light of his limited educational opportunities, with no high school diploma, and also due to limited finances, he enrolled in Macdonald College in 1934 and received a Bachelor of Science degree in Agriculture.

While in college, he was well known in artistic circles for his anti-bourgeois attitudes and his criticism of politics. He quickly found that his true interest was poetry, so pursued a career as a poet and became friends with the emerging young poets of his day, including fellow Canadian poets John Sutherland, Raymond Souster, and Louis Dudek. In the 1940s, Layton and his fellow Canadian poets rejected the older generation of poets, including Northrop Frye, and their efforts helped define the tone of the post-war generation poets in Canada. Essentially, they argued that modern poetry should set its own style, independent of British styles and influences, and should reflect the social realities of the day.

In 1936, Layton met Faye Lynch, whom he married in 1938. When Layton graduated from Macdonald College in 1939, he moved with Faye to Halifax where he worked odd jobs, including a stint as a Fuller Brush man. Soon disenchanted with his life, Layton decided, one evening, to return to Montreal. He began teaching English to recent immigrants to make ends meet and continued doing so for many years. Indecisive about his future and enraged by Hitler's violence toward Jews and destruction of European culture, Layton enlisted in the Canadian army in 1942. While serving at Petawawa, Layton met Betty Sutherland, an accomplished painter (and later poet), and a half-sister to actor Donald Sutherland. Layton soon divorced Faye and married Betty. They had two children together: Max Reuben (1946) and Naomi Parker (1950). In 1943, Layton was given an honourable discharge from the army and returned to Montreal.

Layton had become a strong socialist while at high school and joined the Young People's Socialist League. Later, he became active in the Cooperative Commonwealth Federation. Because of this activity he was blacklisted and banned from entering the United States for the next two decades. While he continued to consider himself a Marxist, he became anti-Communist during the Cold War and broke with many on the left with his support of the Vietnam War. (Source: Toronto Star, January 5, 2006)

By the mid-1950s, Layton's activism and poetry had made him a staple on the CBC televised debating program "Fighting Words," where he earned a reputation as a formidable debater. The publication of "A Red Carpet For The Sun" in 1959 secured Layton's national reputation while the many books of poetry which followed eventually made him an internationally known celebrity.

In 1946, after receiving his M.A. in economics and political science from McGill (with a thesis on Harold Laski), Layton considered teaching as a career. In 1949, Layton began teaching English, history, and political science at the Jewish parochial high school, Herzliah (a branch of the United Talmud Torahs of Montreal). He was an influential teacher and many of his students became poets, writers, and artists. Among his students were poet/songwriter Leonard Cohen and television magnate Moses Znaimer. Layton continued to teach for the greater part of his life: as a teacher of modern English and American poetry at Sir George Williams University (now Concordia University) and as a tenured professor at Toronto's York University in the 1970s, as well as delivering many lectures and readings throughout Canada. Layton pursued his Ph.D. in 1948 though he abandoned it due to the demands of his already hectic professional life.

In the late 1950s, friends introduced Layton to Aviva Cantor (who had emigrated to Montreal from her native Australia in 1955). After several years of painful indecision, Layton and Betty separated and Layton moved in with Aviva. The two had a son, David, in 1964. Though Layton remained legally married to Betty, his relationship with Aviva lasted more than twenty years, only ending in the late 1970s when Aviva left.

It was in the immediate aftermath of this experience that Layton finally divorced Betty and, after a whirlwind courtship, married Harriet Bernstein, a former student. In 1981, a daughter, Samantha Clara, was born. The marriage was short-lived, however, and ended in a bitterly contested divorce. Layton then turned to his housekeeper, Anna (Annette) Pottier, who, although 48 years his junior, became his fifth and last "wife". They lived in the middle-class Notre-Dame-de-Grâce neighbourhood of Montreal from 1983 until 1994 when Layton was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. He died at the Maimonides Geriatric Centre in Montreal at the age of 93 on January 4, 2006.

Throughout the 1950s and on into the 1980s, Layton travelled widely abroad and became especially popular in South Korea and Italy, and in 1981 these two nations nominated him for the Nobel Prize for Literature. (The prize that year was instead awarded to novelist Gabriel García Márquez.) Among his many awards during his career was the Governor-General's Award for A Red Carpet for the Sun in 1959. In 1976 he was made an Officer of the Order of Canada.

Leonard Cohen once said of him, "I taught him how to dress, and he taught me how to live forever."

Layton is remembered by many as one of the first Canadian rebels of poetry, politics, and philosophy. Many believe he legitimately internationalized himself and even other Canadian poets through his coldness toward his own Canadianness. At Layton's funeral, Leonard Cohen and David Solway expressed, in their eulogies, that Layton was a revolutionary thinker who was radical, but realistic. All the eulogists agreed he was a great poet, arguably the first great poet of Canada. He is considered Leonard Cohen's literary -- and some would argue spiritual --guru.

Works & Awards

He is remembered in the Canadian literature for having written 40 poetry and prose books through his career. Layton was twice nominated for the Nobel Prize (1982), but was never awarded one by the time of his death. He was the first non-Italian to be awarded the Petrarch Award for Poetry, an Italian award to recognize a poet's talent.[1]

Works

  • Now Is The Place — 1948
  • The Black Huntsmen: Poems — 1951
  • Love the Conqueror Worm — 1953
  • The Long Pea-Shooter — 1954
  • In the Midst of My Fever — 1954
  • The Blue Propeller — 1955
  • The Cold Green Element — 1955
  • The Bull Calf and Other Poems — 1956
  • The Improved Binoculars: Selected Poems — 1956
  • Music on a Kazoo — 1956
  • A Laughter in the Mind — 1959
  • A Red Carpet for the Sun — 1960
  • The Swinging Flesh — 1961
  • Balls for a One-Armed Juggler — 1963
  • The Laughing Rooster — 1964
  • Collected Poems — 1965
  • Periods of the Moon: Poems — 1967
  • The Shattered Plinths — 1968
  • Selected Poems — 1969
  • The Whole Bloody Bird — 1969
  • Poems to Color — 1970
  • Nailpolish — 1971
  • The Collected Poems of Irving Layton — 1971
  • Lovers and Lesser Men — 1972
  • The Pole-Vaulter — 1974
  • Seventy-five Greek Poems, 1951-1974 — 1974
  • The Darkening Fire: Selected Poems, 1945-1968 — 1975
  • The Unwavering Eye: Selected Poems, 1969-1975 — 1975
  • The Uncollected Poems of Irving Layton: 1936-59 — 1976
  • For my Brother Jesus — 1976
  • The Selected Poems of Irving Layton — 1977
  • The Covenant — 1977
  • The Tightrope Dancer — 1979
  • Droppings from Heaven — 1979
  • The Tamed Puma — 1979
  • For My Neighbours in Hell — 1980
  • Europe And Other Bad News — 1981
  • A Wild Peculiar Joy: Selected Poems, 1945-82 — 1982
  • Shadows on the Ground: A Portfolio — 1982
  • The Gucci Bag — 1983
  • The Love Poems of Irving Layton: With Reverence & Delight — 1984
  • Fortunate Exile — 1987
  • Final Reckoning: Poems, 1982-1986 — 1987
  • Wild Gooseberries: The Selected Letters of Irving Layton — 1989
  • Irving Layton and Robert Creeley: The Complete Correspondence, 1953-1978 — 1990
  • Dance With Desire: Selected Love Poems — 1992

Notable Canadian(s), Canada.com, Dec 29 06

Irving Layton, Jane Jacobs, Ken Thomson among Canadians who died in 2006

Eric Shackleton, Canadian Press
Friday, December 29, 2006
http://www.canada.com

(CP) - Some notable Canadians who died in 2006:

January

Irving Layton, 93 - Nominated twice for the Nobel Prize in Literature and named to the Order of Canada, he published more than 40 books of poetry and prose over more than five decades.

Pierre Grondin, 80 - Cardiovascular surgeon who performed Canada's first successful heart transplant operation in Montreal in May 1968.

Other months listed in online article

2006 List, EYE Weekly, Dec 28 06

EYE Weekly

December 28. 2006
http://www.eye.net/eye/issue/issue_12.28.06/features/feature_1.php

January

Liberal ads are crazy. In our cities. In Canada. We did not make this up. | Jane Creba memorial on Yonge Street. | Broken Social Scene album tops our cross-Canada music critics poll. | Sarah Slean voted best musician. | MP Sarmite Bulte raises funds, copyright questions. | Lou Rawls RIP. | The Strokes put out an album with one good song. | Angels of Light/Akron Family ****. | Stephen Harper wins minority. | Paul Martin resigns. | Olivia Chow goes to Ottawa. | Ignatieff elected to Parliament | Steve Banks RIP. | Neko Case plays the Rivoli. | Metric open for the Stones in NYC. | Wilson Pickett RIP. | Grandaddy split. | International year of deserts. | Live With Culture. | Canada wins the World Juniors. | Ariel Sharon goes down to a stroke. | Kobe Bryant: 81 points over Raptors. | William Shatner sells kidney stone for $25,000. | Manchuca ****. | Hamas wins in Palestine. | James Frey is a liar. | Oprah says she's cool with that. | Oprah decides she's not so cool with it. | Oprah reams out James Frey on her show. | Grandma's Boy H. | Commercial jingle of the year: Jim Guthrie's "Hands in My Pocket." | 250th anniversary of Mozart's birth. | CN Tower turns 30. | Irving Layton RIP. | Planet Hollywood closes. | Anthony Hamilton Ain't Nobody Worrying ****. | Sidney Crosby, rookie hype machine. | Free City of Leslieville website launched. | High-Parkdalians still say "Riverdale East." | Bon Jovi's jet gets slippery when wet in Hamilton. | Ruby slippers stolen from Bata Museum. | Nett­werk defends 15-year-old file sharer vs RIAA. | Cyclists vs motorists street fight in Kensington. | Anagram After Dark ****. | Raptors GM Rob Babcock fired. | Loudly protesting heterosexual Tom Cruise sues South Park. | Under the Mink ****. | TV reality shows turn into dance parties. | Underworld: Evolution H. | Newcomer Q'Orianka Kilcher turns heads in Terrence Malick's The New World. | Icky, lame Karla movie does not help Laura Prepon's career… | …neither does the final season of That '70s Show. | Clearlake Amber ****. | Match Point: Woody Allen's first non-lousy film since Sweet & Lowdown. | Hostel takes xenophobia abroad and impales it on sharp objects. | Michael Haneke's Caché (****) tops critics' lists early. | 40 Shades of Blue ****. | Jason Anderson: Sleeping Dogs Lie Sundance's "most heartfelt film about bestiality." | Shelley Winters RIP. | The Ghost is Dancing ****. | Chris Penn RIP. | Pete Doherty arrested twice in one day. | Lori Cullen, Calling for Rain ****. | Pete Doherty pleads guilty to drug possession. | Broken Social Scene do two nights at Kool Haus. | Cat Power, Greatest ****. | Canada: No. 1 in illegal downloading! | Katrina Onstad skewers Toronto media types in How Happy to Be. | Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins, Rabbit Fur Coat ****. | Maggie MacDonald's indie opera Rat King rocks. | Robert Pollard, From a Compound Eye ****. | Prison Break breaks out. | American Jerry Zucker buys The Bay. | Bombay Black ****. | Stephen Harper shows Jean Charest some love. | Stephen Harper shows Dalton McGuinty the back of his hand. | Coretta Scott King RIP | The Sword, The Age of Winter ****. | Canadian kicker Mike Vanderjagt misses field goal, starts looking for work. | Yacht Rock loses the smooth. | Crazy about Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy."

other months listed in online article

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Sainte-Irving, blog entry by George, Aug 16 06

http://www.bookninja.com/?p=1318
Blog entry Aug 16 06
By George

The best way to honour Irving Layton is to name a street in a banal, non-Montreal bedroom suburb subdivision after him — I’m sure he’d appreciate that — Irving would want Sainte-Catherine renamed Sainte-Irving.

2 comments on “Summer reno rundown”

1. B.G. Rotchin says:
August 16th, 2006 at 10:31 am

Sorry George, Cote St-Luc is not “a banal, non-Montreal bedroom suburb subdivision” but a centrally colcated community on the island of Montreal where Layton lived in the 50’s and raised his family.
2. George says:
August 16th, 2006 at 10:34 am

Busted.

Street Naming, League of Cdn Poets, Aug 06

http://www.poets.ca/index.html
STREET TO HONOUR POET IRVING LAYTON

The late Montreal poet Irving Layton will have a street in the Montreal borough of Côte St. Luc named in his honour. Irving Layton Ave. will be the name of a new residential road off Midway Ave. near Parkhaven Ave., according to mayor of Côte St. Luc Anthony Housefather. "There is an important local connection. We tend to name streets after people who are locally known or internationally known," Housefather said. A street dedication ceremony will take place in late fall, according to Housefather. Members of Layton's family and Côte St. Luc residents will be invited to witness the unveiling of the new street sign. For full Montreal Gazette article click here.

CULTURE MONTRÉAL NEWSLETTER, Jan 17 06

http://www.culturemontreal.ca/lettreinfo/060117_newsletter.htm
CULTURE MONTRÉAL NEWSLETTER
January 17, 2006
Irving Layton (1912-2006)

Israel Pincu Lazarovitch, a.k.a. Irving Layton, earned local fame at birth as he was born naturally circumcised, which orthodox Jews believe is a mark of the Messiah. Born in Romania, he immigrated to Montréal with his family when he was a year old. A poet, novelist and essayist, Layton is the most well known of a group of Montréal poets who broke from Romantic poetry in the 1940s. His work is marked by great sensitivity and contempt for what he considered the hypocrisy of society. Among the many publications of this prolific writer is A Red Carpet for the Sun (1959), which won a Governor General’s Literary Award. In 1981, he was nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature. Irving Layton taught extensively throughout his life and drew large audiences to his lectures and talks. He died in Montréal on January 4, 2006, at the age of 93.

Aislin Cartoon, Montreal Gazette, Aug 16 06

http://www.canada.com/montrealgazette/aislin/0816.html
Aislin cartoon
August 16 Montreal Gazette

Cartoon Sparks Anger, by M. Barry, West End Chronicle, Aug 24 06

http://www.westendchronicle.com
The Chronicle
By MARTIN C. BARRY

Cartoon sparks anger among Layton associates
Aislin cartoon a ‘cheap shot’, says woman who cared for Layton at Maimonides

PHOTO:
Courtesy, Rami Negev Standing before a template of the new bilingual street sign for Irving Layton Avenue are (left to right) councillors Allan J. Levine, Ruth Kovac, Mike Cohen, Mayor Anthony Housefather and Director of Library Services Tanya Abramovitch. In the back row are: councillors Sam Goldbloom, Dida Berku and Acting City Manager Ken Lerner.

A cartoon ridiculing the designation of a Côte St. Luc street in honour of celebrated poet and former resident Irving Layton has aroused the anger of two longtime Layton associates.

“Displeasure is a mild word,” said Musia Schwartz, who was mandated to attend to many of Layton’s needs at the Maimonides Geriatric Centre in Côte St. Luc during the last seven years of his life. Schwartz was reacting to an Aislin editorial cartoon, published in The Gazette last week.

In it, a street post is shown, on top of which are two signs bearing the names ‘Côte St. Luc’ and ‘Lust’ — a reference to a recurring erotic theme in Layton’s earlier work. To Schwartz, however, it was a cheap shot. In addition, she said the Montreal daily heavily edited a letter she submitted to them.

“Irreverence is one thing,” Schwartz said in an interview. But “I mean, please, ‘lust.’ ... I know he (Aislin) is entitled to his satires and the rest of it, but this is such gratuitous mockery and so unimaginative.

“Layton would really chuckle at the thought that he’s being remembered for this,” she added. But “it’s the ungenerosity of spirit ... This sort of idiotic cliché that I thought that now that he’s dead would be over.”

Anna Pottier, Layton’s widow from his last marriage, agreed wholeheartedly. “There is so much more to Irving than that hoary old stereotype, which is so passé,” she said in an e-mail. “Granted, back two or three decades ago, Irving didn’t mind putting that image out there — with the hope that, once having gotten people’s attention, they would turn to the work ... For Aislin to try and limit Irving to that old cliché shows how out-of-synch Aislin is.”

Last week, Côte St. Luc city council adopted a resolution to name a new residential street after Layton, who died last January at the age of 93. Irving Layton Avenue will be situated behind St. Richard’s Church and Maimonide School, bordering Guelph Road, Parkhaven Avenue and Chamberland Crescent. Twelve new homes are presently under construction and are expected to be ready for occupancy in early winter.

An extraordinarily prolific writer and poet, Layton published 50 books between 1945 and 1992. His poetry had a lyrical and romantic style. He taught at Concordia University (then Sir George Williams) from 1950 to 1964, and returned in 1989 for a year as writer-in-residence.

“In terms of toponomy it is our objective to recognize individuals with a direct connection to Côte St. Luc, who in their lifetime made significant contributions to both society and their community,” said Councillor Mike Cohen, who chairs the city’s toponomy commission.

“We are proud that Irving Layton lived for long periods of his life in Côte St. Luc, brought up two of his children in our community and spent his last years here,” added Mayor Anthony Housefather.

Cartoon Disappoints by B. Baum, Canada.com, Aug 17 06

http://www.canada.com/montrealgazette
Montreal Gazette
Letter
Published: Thursday, August 17, 2006

I found the Aislin cartoon "dissing" Irving Layton (Gazette, Aug. 16) DISappointing, DISrespectful, DISingenuous and DISturbing.

The late poet was a major contributor to the literary culture of Montreal, Quebec and Canada, and I find it repugnant to see a mockery made of his memory.

Barbara Baum

Montreal

Fitting Tribute, the Montreal Gazette, Aug 15 06

http://www.canada.com/montrealgazette
Montreal Gazette
KRISTIN MORENCY, IRWIN BLOCK of The Gazette contributed to this report, The Gazette
Published: Thursday, August 17, 2006

The naming of a new avenue in Cote St. Luc after the late Montreal poet Irving Layton is a fitting tribute to one of Canada's greatest writers, local poet and essayist David Solway says.

"I knew him for for many years and considered him my uncle," Solway said yesterday at his home in Hudson.

"I would say Irving invented poetry for Canada, and he helped put Montreal on the map."

Layton, his disciple Leonard Cohen, and A.M. Klein before them, "made Canadian poetry," Solway said.

"Better to name a street after a poet than a politician or real-estate developer," he said.

Irving Layton Ave. will be a new residential thoroughfare off Midway Ave., near Parkhaven Ave., Cote St. Luc Mayor Anthony Housefather said.

"Irving Layton is an internationally renowned author and poet who spent much of his life in Cote St. Luc," the mayor said.

"There is an important local connection. We tend to name streets after people who are locally known or internationally known," Housefather added.

"We looked at various names, including (those of) other prominent local residents recently deceased, and decided on (Layton)."

A dedication ceremony is to take place in the late fall, Housefather said.

Members of Layton's family and Cote St. Luc residents will be invited to witness the unveiling of the new street sign.

Layton's family and friends will be welcome to say a few words about him at the ceremony, Housefather added.

Layton died Jan. 4 at the age of 93 after a five-year battle with Alzheimer's disease.

He spent the last years of his life at the Maimonides Geriatric Centre in Cote St. Luc.

Layton wrote more than 50 books of poetry and remains one of Canada's most prolific and revered writers.

kmorency@thegazette.canwest.com

Irving Layton Avenue, Montreal Gazette, Aug 15 06

http://www.canada.com/montrealgazette
The Montreal Gazette
Published: Tuesday, August 15, 2006

The late Montreal poet Irving Layton will have a Côte St. Luc street named in his honour. Irving Layton Ave. will be the name of a new residential road off Midway Ave. near Parkhaven Ave., according to mayor of Côte St. Luc Anthony Housefather.

"Irving Layton is an internationally renowned author and poet who spent much of his life in Côte St. Luc," Housefather said.

"There is an important local connection. We tend to name streets after people who are locally known or internationally known," he added.

A street dedication ceremony will take place in late fall, according to Housefather.

Members of Layton’s family and Côte St. Luc residents will be invited to witness the unveiling of the new street sign.

Street Naming, Waterloo Record, Aug 18 06

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The Waterloo Record
Poet Irving Layton to have street named for him

Legendary Montreal poet Irving Layton will have a street named for him in his old neighbourhood in the city of Côte Saint-Luc.

Council Monday night voted to name a street that is still being built Irving Layton Avenue.

Layton died Jan. 4 at a Montreal residence for seniors. He had been battling Alzheimer's disease for some time. The author of more than 40 books of poetry and essays was widely considered one of English Canada's pre-eminent poets.

He was once nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature, but was beaten out by Gabriel García Márquez, a Colombian novelist.

The director of the Eleanor London Côte Saint-Luc Public Library, Tanya Abramovitch, said Tuesday people still remember him and his regular visits to the library.

"They loved the sound of his voice, when he used to talk. So all these women used to come to the library just so they could listen to him speak.

"It's important to acknowledge people who have come from Côte Saint-Luc, especially writers who are internationally known," Abramovitch said.

Mayor Anthony Housefather pointed out that Layton developed his international reputation while living in the city.

"I think that brings pride not only to Côte Saint-Luc, but to all of the Greater Montreal Island."

Montreal Street Named After Layton, CBC, Aug 15 06

CBC.ca/CBC News
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/montreal/story/2006/08/15/layton-avenue.html
Poet Irving Layton to have street named for him
Last Updated: Tuesday, August 15, 2006 | 4:46 PM ET

Legendary Montreal poet Irving Layton will have a street named for him in his old neighbourhood in the city of Côte Saint-Luc.

Council Monday night voted to name a street that is still being built Irving Layton Avenue.

Layton died Jan. 4 at a Montreal residence for seniors. He had been battling Alzheimer's disease for some time. The author of more than 40 books of poetry and essays was widely considered one of English Canada's pre-eminent poets.

He was once nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature, but was beaten out by Gabriel García Márquez, a Colombian novelist.

The director of the Eleanor London Côte Saint-Luc Public Library, Tanya Abramovitch, said Tuesday people still remember him and his regular visits to the library.

"They loved the sound of his voice, when he used to talk. So all these women used to come to the library just so they could listen to him speak.

"It's important to acknowledge people who have come from Côte Saint-Luc, especially writers who are internationally known," Abramovitch said.

Mayor Anthony Housefather pointed out that Layton developed his international reputation while living in the city.

"I think that brings pride not only to Côte Saint-Luc, but to all of the Greater Montreal Island."

A Genius by Joshers Aug 31 06

Layton was a fucking magician. Layton was a god damn genius. Layton was the penis of canada. Layton was a nome damn i wish i could spell. Layton used language that was complex, eloquent, musical, rhythmical, like nobody else around.
Layton was the kind of guy you despise. But Keep inviting, keep listening.
Layton was really a newsboy with the features of a gargoyle. The night before his death, the snow flakes were fat as globs of cholestrol, on the streets of Ottawa, so beautiful.

First Cdn Poet Translated into Italian, J Pivato, Sept 2 06

Thank you Giorgio for your kind words
about Irving Layton. You remind me
of this poet who taught me creative
writing at York University in 1970.
As you point out he was the first
Canadian poet translated into Italian.
He did much to promote Canadian Literature and identity.

It is appropriate then that you,
Poet Laureat of Toronto, should make
us remember this poet from Montreal.
-- Joseph Pivato, Edmonton

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Ltyon mentioned in Callaghan's book, The Toronto Star, July 2 06

His lasting contribution
ANTHOLOGY Non-fiction pieces still shine
And storytelling is always journalism
By Susan Walker
July 2 2006
http://www.thestar.com

Raise You Ten: Essays and Encounters
1964-2004, Vol. Two
by Barry Callaghan
McArthur & Co.,
371 pages, $34.95

Much has been written — nearly all of it irrefutable — about Barry Callaghan's qualifications as a "man of letters." His bibliography lists two books of short stories, two novels, five books of poetry, a memoir, and nine translations of some very fine poets. No plays are cited, but that doesn't mean he hasn't written one. And let's not forget literary service to the many authors he has published through his Exile operations.

Not that he has spread himself thin, but it is Callaghan's non-fiction — his essays, critical reviews, profiles and straight reporting — that quite possibly have made his most lasting contribution to Canadian letters. Raise You Ten, the second volume of Essays and Encounters 1964-2004, presents some of the most engaging writing of its kind to be found anywhere in English Canada. He dedicates this volume to journalist Ron Haggart, and to novelist William Kennedy. Tellingly, he says Kennedy "as a reporter, never forgot that journalism is storytelling and as a storyteller, never forgot that he was a reporter."

Add to Callaghan's credentials: an aphorist, a master of the bon mot.

He applies these diverse talents in refreshingly diverse ways. When encountering another writer, Callaghan steeps his observations in the language of that writer. He tells a non-fiction story that might easily be fiction, and often takes poetic liberties. Yet for those who know his subjects, he captures them as firmly as butterflies pinned to a corkboard.

A long piece on Irving Layton, published in Saturday Night in 1972, but revised as is Callaghan's unusual practice, contains big chunks of poetry — not as examples, but as narrative. Callaghan places himself in the story, giving himself an equal weight, critiquing the poetry and reflecting Layton's character in his prose. "But his seas are full of ghosts — the ghosts of the women he has impaled on a rumpled bed, the ghosts of Hitler's henchmen who still haunt him, the skeletons of grief-crazed Jewesses who still stalk him ..."

Austin Clarke, a Callaghan chum, comes in for good-natured teasing in "Austin Clarke: Riding the Trane," published in the National Post in 1999. Here as well, there are echoes of Clarke in the writing. Choosing the novelist's love of John Coltrane's jazz as a metaphor for the place where the Austin known as "Tom" in Barbados meets the "decorous man, a donnish man who likes to take a pew at high mass on Sunday at the Anglican cathedral," Callaghan crafts a telling portrait.

A prominent photographer gets a snapshot: "Cecil Beaton, with razor-cut puffs of white hair over his ears, his lips pursed, is a figure of a certain elegance, a man of refeened urbanity who has cast his eye upon the old rich, the industrious rich, and those whom Scott Fitzgerald described as the coastal spew of Europe — the nouveaux riches."

Leon Rooke is well served in a delightful meta-fictional piece: "A Performance of The Exile at Café Tristan Bernard."

There are crosscurrents in these essays, reviews, profiles and poems. Callaghan combines literary, political and historical analysis in "Churchill the Crisper," a cogently argued piece that starts out with Rolf Hochhuth's play about Churchill, The Soldiers, and takes us into the wartime PM's moral position in history. Related essays present General Wladyslaw Sikorski, exiled Polish premier during World War II, and, in "Flowers for the Forgotten," the Soviet takeover of Eastern Europe.

Callaghan's pet subjects are not hard to spot. The grandson of an Irishman, the son of Morley Callaghan, he has never lost a sense of his Irishness and his Roman Catholic heritage. You can see it in his excellent Saturday Night profile of a former federal cabinet minister, "The Public Ordeal of Bryce Mackasey." The story begins on the grubby winter shores of Grosse-Île in the St. Lawrence River, where the Irish immigrants landed in the 19th century. Some were buried there, if the passage to Canada proved too much for them. Callaghan pitches the story as a meeting between two sons of Ireland, but takes it a lot farther than that with references to Mackasey's complex relationships with Trudeau, Mulroney, et al. One of the reasons this volume makes such good reading is that many of Callaghan's discussions are still in the air. Black Americans — activists, jazz artists, writers — have always been a Callaghan topic. In two pieces especially, an encounter with playwright LeRoi Jones, and "Mojo," written about the politics of the Black Panthers, Angela Davis and the literature of revolution, Callaghan writes with precision, style and passion. He even skewers Tom Wolfe's manic piece on radical chic in support of the Panthers.

No collection of pieces such as this would bear the name Callaghan if it didn't have a reference to horse racing, and betting on the ponies. "Year of the Horse" tells how it all began.

He's not finished yet, having promised his publisher a third and fourth volume to add to what is already a collection of non-fiction to put your stake on.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Waiting for the Messiah re-released, Winnipeg Free Press, June 6 06

Winnipeg Free Press Live
http://www.winnipegfreepress2.com/blogs/walker/?p=3
June 6, 2006

Maiden voyage in the blogosphere
by Morley Walker

I see that McClelland & Stewart has re-released the 1985 memoir by the poet Irving Layton, Waiting for the Messiah.

The timing isn’t bad given that the new collection by his acolyte Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing, is currently No. 1 on many Canadian bestseller lists.

Layton died last January in Montreal after a long and decline caused by Alzheimer’s.

No doubt if he were around, he’d be busting a gut with pride over Lenny’s current time in the spotlight. Either that or he’d be green with jealousy.

So I flip to the index of the Waiting For Messiah to find a particularly telling anecdote about the two of them.

What’s this? Cohen doesn’t even get a mention. And this after — well before, really — Lenny has such nice things to say about his master in Book of Longing.

For shame. Couldn’t M&S have added something posthumously?

Layton poem, blog entry, June 20 06

http://black-app.livejournal.com/133691.html
by Black-app

The Bull Calf
The thing could barely stand. Yet taken
from his mother and the barn smells
he still impressed with his pride,
with the promise of sovereignity in the way
his head moved to take us in.
The fierce sunlight tugging the maize from the ground
liked at his shapely flanks.
He was too young for all that pride.
I thought of the deposed Richard II.

"No money in bull calves," Freeman had said.
The visiting clergyman rubbed the nostrils
now snuffing pathetically at the windless day.
"A pity," he sighed.
My gaze slipped off his hat toward the empty sky
that circled over the black knot of men,
over us and the calf waiting for the first blow.

Struck,
the bull calf drew in his thin forelegs
as if gathering strength for a mad rush…
tottered…raised his darkening eyes to us,
and I saw we were at the far end
of his frightened look, growing smaller and smaller
till we were only the ponderous mallet
that flicked his bleeding ear
and pushed him over on his side, stiffly,
like a block of wood.

Below the hill's crest
the river snuffled on the improvised beach.
We dug a deep pit and threw the dead calf into it.
It made a wet sound, a sepulchral gurgle,
as the warm sides bulged and flattened.
Settled, the bull calf lay as if asleep,
one foreleg over the other,
bereft of pride and so beautiful now,
without movement, perfectly still in the cool pit,
I turned away and wept.

Irving Layton

Borrowed inspiration and Layton poem, blog entry, June 23 06

http://there-were-no-signs.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-appropriate-little-late.html

Friday, June 23, 2006
More appropriate, a little late
I suppose I should have made this poem my first entry, as I borrowed the name of this blog from it. Oh, well. Here's

There Were No Signs
By Irving Layton

By walking I found out
Where I was going.

By intensely hating, how to love.
By loving, whom and what to love.

By grieving, how to laugh from the belly.

Out of infirmity, I have built strength.
Out of untruth, truth.
From hypocrisy, I wove directness.

Almost now I know who I am.
Almost I have the boldness to be that man.

Another step
And I shall be where I started from.

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Rejoice Rejoice, blog entry, Jan 8 06

http://soferet.blogspot.com/2006/01/israel-ben-moshe-ve-keine.html
ISRAEL BEN MOSHE VE-KEINE
בס"ד
9th of Tevet

Irving Layton is dead. Leonard Cohen, who was one of his pall bearers & proteges, spoke of this man who inspired his own art with great affection.

"There is Irving Layton, & then there are the rest of us", he said. "He is our greatest poet, our greatest champion of poetry".

Another great Canadian, another great Jew, we say goodbye to. A controversial man who grew up in the same Montreal slums as Mordecai Richler. A man who shocked the puritanical public out of its slumber with his free sexual prophecies on paper. & no wonder. He had been born "naturally circumcised", without a foreskin, a traditional mark of the Messiah.

Instead of saving the World, however, he grew up to transform Western social consciousness & artistic expression, almost winning a Nobel Prize for Literature.

"...there is no pain in the graveyard...rejoice...rejoice..."

Good night, Irving. Sleep well.

Barry Callaghan writes about Irving, The Globe & Mail, June 06

http://www.theglobeandmail.com

The life of literature, the literature of life

DONNA BAILEY NURSE

Raise You Ten:
Essays and Encounters 1964-2004
By Barry Callaghan
McArthur & Company,
$34.95, 369 pages

One of the toughest pieces I ever remember writing was a profile of the writer Barry Callaghan that appeared in this newspaper some years ago. The occasion was the publication of Callaghan's memoir, Barrelhouse Kings, and I went to interview him at his home in the Rosedale section of Toronto. I was greeted by row upon row of giant dancing hibiscus with wide, pastel faces that fluttered like fans in the sun. It was a very hot day and the sight of the flowers made me a little dizzy.

Out back, beside a water garden, with a single floating lily, Callaghan regaled me with anecdote after anecdote -- about his father Morley Callaghan (Such is My Beloved, That Summer in Paris) and his father's friend, U.S. writer Edmund Wilson, about bluesmen Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee, about the significance of men in homburg hats. By the time the interview was over, my head felt heavy as a bowling ball. I was so full of Callaghan's stories, I could barely write my own.

And this is what has tended to frustrate Callaghan's critics: his propensity for powerfully dominating the story -- even when the subject is not himself. When he ran the books pages of the Toronto Telegram in the 1970s, readers learned more about Callaghan than they did about works under review. He was accused of vanity and of arrogance of opinion, though I'm not sure this is fair. What Callaghan does possess is a rather stringent code of literary ethics that prevents him from pretending any degree of omniscience. He is always acknowledging the role his personality plays in everything he writes. Callaghan patterns himself after the eminent man of letters, Edmund Wilson. His warm, impressionistic remembrance appears in the second volume of his collected articles Raise You Ten, which, like its predecessor (Raise You Five), showcases the author in his various literary guises, including that of poet.

In Raise You Ten, Callaghan examines the life and work of Cecil Beaton, Günter Grass and Muhammad Ali. The book makes strange bedfellows of Irving Layton, Leon Rooke and Dean Acheson, a former U.S. secretary of state. Callaghan reacquaints us with the instrumental actors of the FLQ Crisis and ponders the mystique of the Canadian mind. He contemplates the fate of the Baltic countries. Whether Callaghan is writing profiles or political analysis, cultural observation or autobiography, he remains a critic at heart. He recognizes the elements of fiction in every situation, and never completely separates literature from life.

In The G Spot, for example, he explores the link between his gambling -- he plays the horses -- and his art. He writes of his familiarity with the race track at Longchamp, which he first encountered in Zola's novel Nana: "Nothing has changed," he says. Callaghan's criticism is often elegant and perspicacious. His portrait of poet Irving Layton exposes the sometimes small man struggling inside the larger-than-life persona.

His observations can possess the cruel accuracy of a bull's eye: He names author John O'Hara's fatal weakness as the inability to express "the unsayable," and can also write of Miss Lonely Hearts that Nathanael West's "humour is certainly not in the Mark Twain vein of corn-pone satire; it is closer to the mirthless laughter of a black comedienne like Moms Mabley, where pain is a prickle-board upon which a grin has been stuck."

As regards to form, Callaghan can be wildly idiosyncratic. Karsh and MacLennan: Power Lifting spins into an accolade for Hugh MacLennan's essay on the photographer that appeared in Maclean's magazine. Three of the article's seven pages are given over to an excerpt, with no apparent concern for balance. Callaghan's stubborn desire to do as he pleases is sometimes childishly willful.

I read somewhere that Callaghan planned to write his dissertation on Edmund Wilson, but never got around to finishing his PhD. Certainly, his perceptive profile of Wilson lays the groundwork for a substantial biography. In Raise You Ten, Callaghan recounts his visits to Wilson's home in upstate New York, and declares the source of his admiration for the man: Wilson, Callaghan says, has a feel for the "literary image that will convey social crisis, for the scene that will instantly evoke a historical moment."

Not surprisingly, perhaps, Callaghan has developed that same skill. Though many of these articles were originally published nearly 40 years ago, they maintain a bracing relevance. For instance, in Mojo, set in 1971, Callaghan finds himself in the Marin County jail interviewing Angela Davis, who was imprisoned at the time for her support of the Black Panthers. Davis was a prominent black activist and brilliant academic, but Callaghan seems to foresee her future as a leader of prison reform.

In The Public Ordeal of Bryce Mackasey, he elicits distressingly prescient comments from the forsaken Trudeau-era labour minister: "Our so-called free-enterprise system is a mode of compromise. A free-enterprise corporate structure in a none-too-compatible marriage of convenience. And unless we resolve the conflict and make the marriage work, I doubt that our kind of society can survive. . . . [Then] I guess the Liberal Party will have little or no relevance."

Callaghan takes the unusual step of interviewing Mackasey on Grosse-Ile, an island in the St. Lawrence River where, in the mid-19th century, ailing Irish immigrants were left to die. This piece is a little heavy on atmosphere. Nevertheless, it makes a clever analogy between Mackasey's deadly surroundings and the harsh environment of Canadian politics, particularly for those of Irish extraction, which both Mackasey and Callaghan happen to be.

Callaghan actually likes to see himself as an outsider, for he is put off by the slippery ease with which elites slide through life. Indeed, he is very much attracted to the stories of black men, who are perhaps the ultimate outsiders and who appear in this book with surprising frequency. These stories are thoughtful and complex -- all the better for the respectful distance from which the subjects are observed. Callaghan seems to see straight into bombed-out core of the heart of LeRoi Jones (later known as Amiri Baraka). He captures the true machismo of Muhammad Ali (of which boxing is a mere reflection). In Austin Clarke: Riding the Trane, he traces the contours of the author's iconoclastic style with delightful insouciance.

A couple of stories in this collection strike me with special force. Two are succinct, pearl-like pieces about the repressiveness of Quebec society before the Quiet Revolution: The first, Archbishop Charbonneau, gives an account of the priest who, in 1949, was ostracized by the Catholic Church for his gentle support of the Asbestos strikers. The second is Woman in an Iron Glove, about the abusive childhood of Quebec novelist Claire Martin. Of all the pieces in the book, my unambiguous favourite is A Motiveless Malignancy, Callaghan's riveting chronicle of the vandalism of his Chinatown home. He chronicles the incident from start to finish, from the early omens of bad luck to the stunning viciousness of the attack to the court case and conviction of the pathetic accused.

Callaghan and his partner, artist Claire Weissman Wilks, rented an apartment overlooking the lake until the repairs on their house were done. He writes this of their return: "In the early morning hours, after everyone had gone home and Claire had gone to bed, I stood on the upstairs back porch staring down into the darkness of the back lane, the dark split by a shaft of light from the new high-beam lamp on the garage. The two thieves had come up onto the porch out of that darkness to break and enter our lives, but as I stood there staring at the light, I remembered my childhood and how, at night, when the light from a kitchen door fell across an alleyway, I'd crouch on one side of it -- as if I were a mysterious traveller -- and then I'd leap through the light and go on my way, unseen, unscathed. The year had been like that light; we had leapt through it and with our secret selves intact, we were now travelling on."

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Harbourfront Celebration, The Toronto Star, June 22 06

http://www.thestar.com

Father, lover, teacher, poet
Hundreds gather to honour Layton
Publisher re-issues some of his work
Jun. 22, 2006. 06:06 AM
JUDY STOFFMAN
ENTERTAINMENT WRITER

Some 400 friends, fans, former students and ex-lovers of Irving Layton filled the Brigantine Room at Harbourfront to overflowing last night to pay tribute to the late poet.

Of his four children Max, Naomi, David and Samantha, three were in attendance but only his elder son Max spoke, telling some painful and some affectionate anecdotes of life with father.

He remembered his father putting on his "hunting poetry" uniform of khaki shorts and T-shirt to go for long walks in the country. From these expeditions he'd return with a poem in his head that urgently had to be written down. "He hardly ever wrote a poem during the school year, only during summer vacations," Max Layton explained.

The pre-eminent poet of his generation, Irving Layton died in January in Montreal at the age of 93 with most of his work out of print. McClelland & Stewart, his long-time publisher, took the opportunity last night to launch new editions of Waiting for the Messiah, an autobiography that covers his literary career and life from 1912 to 1946, and one of his poetry collections, A Wild Peculiar Joy.

Ellen Seligman, who had been the editor of Waiting for the Messiah in 1985, spoke of Layton's enormous energy, and read a portion of the book describing the spontaneous composition on a napkin in a Montreal coffee shop of his first important poem "The Swimmer."

Former federal Justice Minister Irwin Cotler and Citytv founder Moses Znaimer were two of Layton's students at Herzliah, a Jewish high school in Montreal, and remembered him warmly for being a formative influence.

Znaimer did not appear in person, but sent a videotape apparently made in 1997 in which he described meeting his teacher for the first time in Grade 7. Layton had begun class by telling the students that most people were philistines.

"I did not know what a philistine was but I made myself a promise there and then: `Not me,'" Znaimer recalled.

Poet Dennis Lee said Layton "initiated our coming of age in poetry."

Grey-haired Aviva Layton, who was Layton's third wife, though they never officially married, said that she had 20 wonderful years with him "which is longer than any other woman (had) including his mother."

Former publisher Anna Porter described the difficulties of editing the work of a man with so large an ego and read a poem he had written to her, while Francesca Valente, former head of the Italian Cultural Centre in Toronto, described Layton's travels in Italy and the respect and adulation he enjoyed there.

She read a poem he wrote about Mount Etna in English and in Italian translation.

NOTE: visit www.irvinglayton.com for recordings from the Harbourfront Event

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

A Celebration at Harbourfront Centre, June 21 06

The Life of Irving Layton: A Celebration

Hosted by Max Layton
Brigantine Room, York Quay Centre, 7:30pm

Please join members of the Layton family, along with Layton’s friends and colleagues as they gather together to pay tribute to one of Canada’s most pre-eminent literary artists.

Paying tribute to Layton will be:
Barry Callaghan
The Honourable Irwin Cotler
Pier Giorgio DiCicco
Sylvia Fraser
Aviva Layton
Dennis Lee
David Mason
Anna Porter
Dorothy Rath
Stephanie Rayner
Ellen Seligman
Kenneth Sherman
Sam Solecki
Rosemary Sullivan
Francesca Valente

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Canadian Jewish Book Awards Honours Layton, May 23 06

www.cjnews.com
The Canadian Jewish News

Canadian Jewish Book Awards

...The 18th annual awards ceremony also included nine other prize winners and a tribute to recently deceased poet Irving Layton given by his son Max. A Toronto-area teacher and bookstore owner, Layton Jr. read and discussed The Swimmer, a key poem that made his father realize that he was and would always be a poet...

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Invoking Layton (G.E. Clarke), Globe & Mail, May 26 06

http://www.theglobeandmail.com
Barely in the black
by ADAM SOL

Black

By George Elliott Clarke

Polestar, 152 pages, $18.95

Illuminated Verses

By George Elliott Clarke

Canadian Scholars' Press,

76 pages, $34.95

George Elliott Clarke has made a career of exploring the black experience in Canada with verbal dynamism and by including his own personal narratives in his explorations of a complex and underrepresented history. His most recent collections, Black and Illuminated Verses, seek to build on that legacy, delving into cultural politics, celebrating black beauty and exploring his own unique position as the inheritor of divergent, conflicting literary traditions.

Black is a sequel to Clarke's 2001 collection, Blue, exploring various aspects of his conflicted identity. Illuminated Verses is a smaller collection focusing specifically on black feminine beauty, created in collaboration with photographer Richard Scipio.

Clarke's linguistic prowess is on full display from the opening pages of Black. Clarke tackles his mixed literary heritage, invoking Jean Toomer, Irving Layton and, most compellingly, Ezra Pound, the fascist founder of Modernism, whose complex legacy is a recurring subject. In these passages, Clarke's language is often dazzling in its punning and rhythmic play, as if to disprove his assertions of discomfort:

Balderdash and braggadocio: what English is --

Squabbling cabals in Bibles and newspapers --

A tongue that cannibalizes all other tongues.

Of course, Clarke's claim that his is a "lopsided tongue spoil[ing] Her Majesty's English" seems disingenuous, given his unquestionable erudition and the 100-year history of vernacular poetry starting with Sterling Brown, Langston Hughes and Pound himself. And once you've won a Governor-General's Award and a named professorship at the University of Toronto, any claims to being a literary outsider start to ring a bit hollow. Still, Clarke's poetic struggles with the literary tradition bring forth the most daring passages in this collection, mixing slam-poetry bravado with multilingual slang and cross-cultural allusion.

There are serious problems with this collection, however. Black is in some ways more personal than the previous books that built Clarke's reputation in Canada, namely Wylah Falls and the winner of the Governor-General's Award, Execution Poems. These two works focus on historical and mythic figures, but the peripheral presence of the author -- as witness, ventriloquist, cinematographer, commentator and mourner -- is essential, elevating the lives of his subjects to lyric significance and resonance.

That external triggering subject is missing from Black. There are poems on political subjects (a powerful evocation of Malcolm X's assassination, returns to characters from previous collections), but the central subject of the book is clearly the narrator himself and his ability to "gabble a garrote argot." As the collection progresses, this lack of focus leads too often to half-realized political commentaries (on Jean Chrétien, Pierre Trudeau and JFK) and surprisingly self-indulgent autobiographical reflections.

It is as though Clarke's life has become the project he has worked on most diligently, and the poems in Black are merely reports on this success. A Discourse on My Name even goes so far as to list Clarke's honorary degrees, and a touristy photograph of the author reading smilingly next to Ezra Pound's tomb (photo credit: Anonymous) undercuts the tone of serious engagement that exists elsewhere in the book. Strangely, the most personal poems in the collection use a surprisingly flat language that derives little intimacy or power from its diaristic tone.

One could forgive some pretentious tics -- a penchant for superfluous French and Latin, capitalized abstractions like Lust, Art and Beauty, literary name-dropping, false modesty -- if Clarke were more ambitious with his social insights. But sadly, his explorations of double consciousness contain little that wasn't already revealed by W. E. B. DuBois in 1903. Beneath the electric wordplay is a fairly familiar story, one that has been told with more power and depth by any number of writers, including Clarke himself.

As has been true for much of Clarke's work, Black and Illuminated Verses are accompanied by photographs, most notably a series of nudes by Scipio. For Illuminated Verses, and parts of Black, these photographs seem crucial to the project, an attempt to explore and praise feminine black beauty. And Scipio's photographs are quite striking, particularly the black-and-white shots that adorn Black. The problem with Clarke's poems exploring beauty is one that has troubled men's writing about black women from Langston Hughes to Spike Lee to Usher: When a woman's body is praised in a sexualized manner under the rubric of racial pride, any discomfort can be dismissed as internalized racism, whether that discomfort is with objectification (why so much praise for black women's loins, but almost nothing of their voices or ideas?), sophomoric puns ("that rouge grotto") or even patently misogynistic language ("whorettes with hips like black mares")?

Clarke's literary play may seem like well-meaning, if sometimes loosely constructed, praise songs -- a kind of drunken toast to black beauty -- but in a writer of such considerable gifts, intellectual laziness like this is a real disappointment. It's worth noting that a love poem to Clarke's wife in Black has none of the hyper-sexualized imagery that is rife in the other poems praising women of colour in both collections.

There is no question that George Elliott Clarke is a force to be reckoned with in Canadian letters. If his potential legacy is to reveal essential truths -- about black experience, male experience, Canadian experience, human experience -- then more editorial rigour must be applied to his efforts. A writer of Clarke's gifts owes it to his readers to fulfill that potential.

Adam Sol's most recent collection of poetry is Crowd of Sounds. He teaches in the Laurentian University at Georgian College program.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Cohen writes poem for Layton, Jewish-theatre.com, May 21 06

Leonard Cohen: Poet, Prophet, Eternal Optimist
All About Jewish Theatre
http://www.jewish-theatre.com
By Sharonne Cohen

Sharonne Cohen is an Israeli-Canadian writer, editor, translator, and teacher. She currently lives in Montreal.

A famous songwriter whose novels and poems explore the soul of the Jewish community.

The Montreal Jewish Community has produced a plethora of Jewish writers with unique literary expressions of Jewish identity, including A.M. Klein, Irving Layton, Mordechai Richler, and Leonard Cohen. Cohen is a poet and novelist, though he is best known as a singer-songwriter, with signature songs such as "Suzanne" and "Hallelujah." Cohen grew up in a family deeply rooted in Judaism, living within a strong Jewish community, and from an early age he felt the burden of his name (kohen = priest in Hebrew).

Like a bird on a wire

Like a drunk in a midnight choir

I have tried, in my way, to be free.

("Bird on a Wire," Songs from a Room)

Jewish Foundations

Leonard Cohen, dubbed by his critics as "the poet laureate of pessimism," "the grocer of despair," and "the godfather of gloom,"was born in Montreal in 1934. His maternal grandfather, Solomon Klinitsky-Klein, was a rabbi and a scholar. His paternal grandfather, Lyon Cohen, was a central figure in Montreal Jewish life who strongly believed that knowledge of Jewish history and letters and the performance of mitzvot were essential for all Jews. Cohen's childhood home was steeped in Jewish tradition: Sabbath prayers, regular attendance at the Shaar Hashomayim synagogue (presided over by his grandfather Lyon), and observance of Jewish holidays and ceremonies.

The Favorite Game

Given Cohen's biography, his preoccupation with Jewish themes is not surprising, nor are the Judaic allusions often present in his poetry, prose, and songs. Cohen has always identified himself as a Jew, even when he became a Buddhist monk ("I'm not looking for a new religion. I'm quite happy with the old one, with Judaism," he said). He has, however, expressed concern regarding the current state of Judaism. In The Favorite Game (1963), his first (semi-autobiographical) novel, Cohen expressed disillusionment with the superficial form of religiosity he observed through his protagonist, Lawrence Breavman:

"He had thought that his tall uncles in their dark clothes were princes of an elite brotherhood. He had thought the synagogue was their house of purification...But he had grown to understand that none of them even pretended to these things. They were proud of their financial and communal success. They liked to be first, to be respected, to sit close to the alter, to be called up to lift the scrolls. They weren't pledged to any other idea. They did not believe their blood was consecrated...They did not seem to realize how fragile the ceremony was. They participated in it blindly, as if it would last forever (pp. 123-4)."

In this novel Cohen also deplores the contemporary ignorance of "the craft of devotion," expressing his belief in the need for Jewish renewal as the only measure for survival: "Their nobility was insecure because it rested on inheritance and not moment-to-moment creation in the face of annihilation...The beautiful melody soared, which proclaimed that the Law was a tree of life and a path of peace. Couldn't they see how it had to be nourished?"

The Prophetic Voice

Cohen expressed his views on "organized" Judaism again a year after the publication of The Favorite Game, while participating in a symposium held at the Jewish Public Library in Montreal. His speech encapsulated his views on the shift within Judaism from the truly spiritual and religious to the superficial and the material. Cohen expressed his belief that Jewish leaders had become more concerned with the corporeal, "nominal" survival of Jews as a group, rather than with the survival of their role as "witnesses to monotheism." He regretted the disappearance of the prophet from Judaism, leaving only the priest.

Alluding to A. M. Klein as the last great Canadian Jewish poet who had tried to be both prophet and priest, he lamented the fact that Klein had "fallen into silence." This silence was a warning, asserted Cohen, against "the rabbis and businessmen" taking over, against the replacement of the community's humble buildings, "established by men who loved books," with imposing edifices bearing plaques honoring not scholars and sages, but wealthy members of the community.

In a poem delivered that day, Cohen asserted that the comfortable, materialistic Jewish community was like a British square, but there was "nothing in the center"--only emptiness--as what the leaders of the community preserved was "themselves / their institutions, their charities / their state within a state." Cohen insisted on the poet's "old rich dialogue between the prophet and the priest" and on "the larger idea of community."

Disillusioned by the establishment's failure to address his concerns, Cohen found poetry (and later song) as his new form of prayer, the religious duty of priest inherent in his name transforming into that of poet.

Biblical Influences

Cohen has said that the Bible was the most important book in his life, that he felt privileged to know the "old tradition."

His second book of poems, The Spice-Box of Earth, published in 1961, is filled with allusions to the Hebrew Bible and to Jewish religion and customs--from the Sabbath ("After the Sabbath Prayers") to the King and psalmist David and his beloved Bathsheba ("Before the Story"), the Messiah ("To a Teacher"), and the bondage of the Jews in Egypt ("Credo")--indicating their prominence in Cohen's literary imagination. Frequently, however, these influences mingle with Hellenism, fairytales, and Greek myth intertwining with Hebrew lore, all serving Cohen's poetic endeavor.

"I've never been able to dissociate the spiritual from the practical," Cohen commented in an interview, providing a useful explanation as to the choice of title for The Spice-Box of Earth. The spice box, used in the Jewish Havdalah ceremony at the termination of Sabbaths and Festivals, marks the distinction between the sacred and the ordinary. Poetry is, for Cohen, a form of prayer eliminating the boundaries between the spiritual and the practical, the religious and the secular, the sacred and the mundane. He seems to have dissociated God from the organized stream of Judaism he found unacceptable in Montreal, religion becoming "a technique for strength and for making the universe hospitable," and God having no "evil associations or...organizational associations."

Contemporary Psalms

In 1984, in the midst of a successful singing career, Cohen published Book of Mercy, a book of contemporary psalms addressing God with doubt and trust, praise and anger. For Cohen, God is both present and mystifyingly silent. When asked whether the Hebrew Bible had inspired the language of these psalms, Cohen replied: "That was just the natural language of prayer for me."

The opening psalm delineates Cohen's spiritual journey and relation to God, from a sense of absence and loss ("I stopped to listen, but he did not come") to the gradual, hesitant return of God ("I heard him again...Slowly he yields. Haltingly he moves toward his throne") and the re-affirmation of Cohen's own role as a Jew, and as a poet: "In a transition so delicate it cannot be marked, the court is established on beams of golden symmetry, and once again I am a singer in the lower choirs, born fifty years ago to raise my voice this high, and no higher (p. 1)."

Cohen's departure from religious practice did not stem from his objection to tradition, but from his disapproval of the state in which he found contemporary Judaism in Montreal. In fact, when he distanced himself from the Montreal community, living on the Greek island of Hydra, and was free to forge his own Jewish identity, he chose to observe the Sabbath regularly--lighting candles, saying the blessings, and refraining from work. Commenting on the importance of ceremony in everyday life, Cohen expresses his belief in patterns that had been developed and "discerned to be extremely nourishing," as they represent a valuable reference "beyond the activity."

The ultimate expression of Cohen's Jewishness lies in the act of writing, as he expressed in a poem addressed to Irving Layton, his mentor and friend:

Layton, when we dance our freilach

under the ghostly handkerchief,

the miracle rabbis of Prague and Vilna

resume their sawdust thrones,

and angels and men, asleep so long

in the cold palaces of disbelief,

gather...

to quarrel deliciously and debate

the sound of the ineffable Name.

Layton, my friend Lazarovitch,

no Jew was ever lost

while we two dance joyously

in this French province,

cold and oceans west of the temple

.I say no Jew was ever lost

while we weave and billow the handkerchief

into a burning cloud,

measuring all of heaven

with our stitching thumbs.

("Last Dance at the Four Penny," The Spice-Box of Earth)

Carrying on the Tradition

In the documentary film Ladies and Gentlemen...Mr. Leonard Cohen, Cohen remembers his maternal grandfather, Rabbi Solomon Klinitsky-Klein, greeting him as a fellow-writer, recognizing in him a kindred spirit carrying on the tradition--perhaps not in religious terms, but certainly in a spiritual, creative sense. Even in the remote province of Quebec, separated from Jerusalem by vast oceans, Cohen sees himself renewing his Judaism and contributing to Jewish culture and continuity.

Cohen's "new religion" is a secular, humanistic approach to the predicaments of the present. His own prophetic sense relates to impending social and political collapse, as seen in his song "The Future" ("I've seen the future, brother: it is murder"). Cohen does, however, find optimism even in imperfection, urging for perseverance and faith, despite the brokenness of everything around us:

Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in.

("Anthem," The Future)

(2225)

Monday, May 15, 2006

Cohen honours Layton, Reuters.com, May 15 06

http://today.reuters.com

By Leah Schnurr

TORONTO (Reuters) - Reclusive poet and troubadour Leonard Cohen made a rare public appearance on Saturday to promote his first book in 22 years, which he hopes will help him recoup some of the money he says was stolen by his former manager.

Cohen, 71, recently, won a $9 million lawsuit against Kelley Lynch, his one-time lover and manager of nearly 17 years, whom Cohen says skimmed more than $5 million of his savings over eight years, leaving him about $150,000 to retire on.

Dressed in a charcoal suit, he recited a short poem in his signature baritone and performed two of his most famous songs, "So Long, Marianne" and "Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye," along with Canadian musicians Barenaked Ladies, and Ron Sexsmith.

He was greeted by a throng of fans that shut down a normally busy Toronto street and sang along with the music.

"Book of Longing," Cohen's 12th publication in a career spanning 50 years, has received mostly favorable reviews. The Toronto Globe and Mail newspaper called it "not so much an illustrated collection of poems as it is a shaped autobiography."

The book is filled with Cohen's sketches and drawings and is dedicated to Canadian poet Irving Layton, a mentor to Cohen who died this year.

Many of the poems were written during Cohen's stay at the Zen Center on Mount Baldy, near Los Angeles, where he was ordained as a Zen monk under the name Jikan.

Equally renowned for his soulful ballads as his poetry, Cohen has enjoyed the image of troubadour and romantic since his first book "Let Us Compare Mythologies" in 1956.

His music includes many folk classics like "Suzanne," "Famous Blue Raincoat" and "Bird on a Wire."

Cohen is rumored to be planning a fall tour and is working on a CD, a follow-up to 2004's "Dear Heather."

He appears in the feature-length documentary "Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man," which premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival in September.

Cohen promotes new book, digitalspy.com, May 15 06

http://www.digitalspy.co.uk
Sunday, May 14 2006, 22:47 BST - by Dave West

Cohen appears to promote new book

The usually reclusive Leonard Cohen made a rare appearance to promote a book he hopes will fund his retirement.

Millions were stolen from the veteran signer and poet by his former lover and manager Kelley Lynch – leaving him, he claims, with just $150,000.

He turned out for a public performance in Toronto on Saturday, playing 70s favourites 'So Long, Marianne' and 'Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye', backed by Barenaked Ladies and Ron Sexsmith.

Book of Longing is a semi-autobiographical collection of the star's poems and illustrations and has received good reviews. Much of it was written while he stayed at Los Angeles's Zen Center, where he was made a Zen monk with the name Jikan.

It is dedicated to Canadian poet and Cohen-mentor Irving Layton, who died this year.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Most Influential Person, University of Ottawa's Gazette, April 27 06

http://www.gazette.uottawa.ca

Do you wish to be featured in the Two-Minute Interview? Would you like to learn more about one of your colleagues? Just answer the online questionnaire, or drop us a line at gazette@uOttawa.ca, or contact Brigitte Génier at 562-5708.

Shelley Rabinovitch
Sessional lecturer,
Women’s Studies / Religious Studies

What is your most important function at the University and why?

Making sure my students stay awake during my lectures. They learn better that way in my opinion (wink).

What is it about your job that inspires you most?

Broadening minds – watching that “Really? Wow!” look on a first-year student’s face when the penny drops on a topic.

How did you come to your area of research?

I always wondered why people entered “cults.”

What was your life’s proudest moment?

Standing on the podium at the NAC while my PhD hood was placed on my shoulders (2001 University of Ottawa).

What would you change in the world today if you could?

I would like to see people of differing cultures or religions actually talking to each other and findimg out they’re not that different after all.

Who was the most influential person in your life? Why?

That’s a toughie: I have three very influential past teachers. I would have to say that, as a writer, the late poet Irving Layton was the most influential artistic person in my life. (I took two courses with him as an undergraduate and he was brilliant!)

What would your co-workers be most surprised to know about you?

My actual chronological age . . .

What is your favourite pastime?

I’ve had the same major hobby since I was 16: historical re-enactment with an international group called “The Society for Creative Anachronism” where I get to be a baroness and a master artisan.

You’ve just won a $1 million. What do you do?

Start up a couple of foundations, including one to help fund part-time students or mature students. (Plus the usual indulgences, like a new car, a home, some extravagant gifts for my family...)

What is the quality you value the most?

I value honesty in others. My greatest quality appears to be the ability to make others laugh, even when things are dire and depressing.

Which five people (living or dead) would you like to invite to a dinner party? Tell us why.

* Gregory Bateson, one of the most organically brilliant thinkers of the last century (he worked with everything from psychology to anthropology to studying intellect in dolphins)
* Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine, a woman centuries before her time
* Victor Borge, a magnificent classical musician, who never missed a beat, a laugh, or a straight line
* Red Skelton, a comedian who always makes me laugh, but never uses foul or vulgar language
* Danny Kaye, a man of real compassion, vision, and probably, one of the funniest people of the last 100 years

Where do you see yourself in five years?

Hopefully having achieved tenure at a university somewhere.

What is your greatest hope for the future?

For the world: dialogue and understanding between peoples. For myself: Getting my boxes unpacked and my books back on my shelves. (No, honest!)

What is the best kept secret in your faculty, department or service?

The InterCulture BA programme.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Notes of Blue Metropolis, Maisonneuve, April 13 06

Getting Your Book On - Notes from Montreal's 2006 Blue Metropolis Literary Festival
by Penelope Smart and Mercedes De La Rosa
Maisonneuve magazine
http://maisonneuve.org

Remembering Irving Layton
“Telling it like it is”

Irving Layton—now there was a Montrealer. The man knew how to strut. He made Canadian poetry cool. He wrote poems for political leaders, poems for his new baby daughter and poems about doing it. Layton was a people’s poet. This January, he died.

For one hour, family, friends and devotees of Layton piled into the Grand Salon to tell tales about the “short, stocky guy with a tie and briefcase.” The tribute featured a foursome—Samantha Bernstein, Seymour Mayne, Musla Schwartz, and Donald Winkler— who knew Layton as a father, teacher, and friend. Everyone brought their gossip and their poetry books, ready to share.

“The first time I met my dad I was sixteen,” related Bernstein, “I showed up with a poem and a guitar.” Bernstein, Layton’s child from his fourth wife, is now twenty-five and a poet herself. Reading some of her own work, it is clear that she inherited something of her father’s “tell-it-like-it-is” style: “There you were,” she rhymed, “between Laxative and Lazarus.”

Many in attendance that night were Layton’s old students—particularly from his teaching days at Herzliah, a Jewish high school. Imagine being a kid and having Layton march into class and ask you how to spell E-M-B-A-R-R-A-S-S? It seems the poet’s cutting witticism was matched only by his sincere compassion for all present in his class. He once brought his students to his house to pillage his personal library. Schwartz told of a poetry course Layton as teaching when she first moved to Montreal from Poland. “He was capable of entering our emotions, our dreams, our fears,” she said, her voice gruff with a heavy accent. “It wasn’t words he was giving, but heart.” Layton, she insisted, was the inspiration behind her PhD in comparative literature.

“Like all of us in this city,” added author and friend Mayne, “he was an outsider. He was in one community and on the edge of others.” Today, Layton’s fifty works of poetry (and the park bench where he was tutored Latin in order to pass university) have become Montreal landmarks.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Blue Metropolis Homage, with photo, The Gazette, April 9 06

Where solitudes greet each other
Homage to Irving Layton at Blue Metropolis erases barriers
by PAT DONNELLY
The Gazette
Sunday, April 09, 2006

CREDIT: WAYNE CUDDINGTON, CANWEST NEWS SERVICE FILE PHOTO

A panel discussion Thursday, Remembering Irving Layton (above), featured close friends of the late poet as well as his youngest child, Samantha Bernstein.

It was a shocking admission. At the Blue Metropolis opening gala on Wednesday night, literary broadcaster Raymond Cloutier (Vous m'en lirez tant, Radio-Canada) confessed he had never heard of Irving Layton until after the renowned poet died - in January.

Cloutier's point was to underline the necessity of an intercultural festival like the Blue Metropolis that resolutely attempts to break down barriers, not only between Montreal's "two solitudes" but between all its varied cultural communities.

To be fair to Cloutier, few of the non-francophones in the room would have been able to explain why the festival was paying tribute to the late Jacques Ferron (author, doctor and founder of the Rhinoceros Party). Layton, Ferron and the Nobel-winning Saul Bellow have all had memorial events at this year's festival.

Thursday's night's Layton panel, led by Anne Lagace Dowson, was a poignant one, with his youngest child, Samantha Bernstein, 25, sharing the stage with three of her father's friends, Musia Schwartz, Seymour Mayne and Donald Winkler. Each of them spoke about what Layton had meant to them, then read one of his poems. As Winkler pointed out, "If he knew we were here just talking about him and not reading his poetry, he would not be a happy camper."

In keeping with the moment, Winkler read a sonnet Layton had written for his daughter, when she was a newborn. It includes the line, "My wonderment will accompany you all your days."

In fact, as Bernstein soon pointed out, she really only got to know her father at the age of 16. Her parents' marriage didn't live past her infancy. (His version of what happened is dealt with in his The Gucci Bag.)

"It's an interesting thing to have one's infant self kind of permanently existing," she began. As a teenager, when she first met Layton, Bernstein said, she showed him one of her poems. He was very encouraging, as opposed to critical. Which disappointed her a little, because she wanted critical feedback.

When Dowson asked why Bernstein didn't meet her father until she was a teenager, she received a two-word reply: "Messy divorce."

Yet her mother never discouraged her from wanting to meet her father, Bernstein insisted. It was more a case of being a child happy in the little world created for her. Meeting her father would have been a big issue, she said, and no one wanted to "shake things up" by introducing him too soon.

Besides, she lived in Toronto and he lived in Montreal. "And he just seemed so old!" she added. "I was just too young and he seemed extremely out of my ken of the world. I didn't really understand the stature of the poetry, the stature of the books."

Her mother wasn't angry at Layton, she said. "But my grandmother was." Her mother regarded him as "a very complicated person. As somebody whose artistic yearnings were very much at odds with his domestic ones."

As a consequence of the split, Bernstein grew up with a debate over whether or not you have to be selfish or self-centred to be an artist. "I'm desperately hoping that's not the case," she said. "Because I'd really like to be a nice person. Irving was a nice person, in a way. But I'd like to have only one marriage." Later, Bernstein, an aspiring author, revealed she and her fiance, Michael Bobbi, are planning to marry this fall.

Michel Tremblay, who was awarded the 2006 Blue Metropolis Grand Prix, wasn't the only Montrealer to receive an important honour at this year's festival. A few hours before Wednesday's opening gala, in a small suite on the third floor of the Hyatt Regency Hotel, Ann Charney, author (Rousseau's Garden, Dobryd), award-winning journalist and co-founder of the Blue Met, was inducted into the Ordre des Arts et des Lettres of France, as an Officer, by Roland Goeldner of the French Consulate. Because of the small venue, only family members and a few friends were invited to the occasion, which was celebrated with champagne and strawberries dipped in chocolate.

Recently, Charney's husband, Melvin Charney, an artist, architect, author and philosopher, and Phyllis Lambert, founder and director of the Canadian Centre for Architecture, were both named Commanders of the same order, at separate occasions.

Lambert had previously been an Officer of the order for five years.

The Blue Metropolis Festival, taking place at the Hyatt Regency Hotel, 1255 Jeanne Mance St., ends today. Events begin at 10 a.m.; starting time of the final events is 4 p.m. Tickets are available on site or through Admission, (514) 790-1245 or www.admission. com, or at www.bluemetropolis.org.

pdonnell@thegazette.canwest.com
© The Gazette (Montreal) 2006

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Layton poetry read at North Shore Writers Assoc meeting, Mar 20 06

NORTH SHORE WRITERS’ ASSOCIATION
Monthly meeting featuring poet Bernice Lever, who reads from her own work and that of Irving Layton. March 20, 7:30-9 pm, Silk Purse Arts Centre (1570 Argyle Ave., West Van.). Info www.nswriters.bc.ca.

Blue Metropolis Festival celebrates Layton, CBC.ca, Mar 17 06

Montreal festival salutes Bellow, Layton
March 17, 2006
www.cbc.ca

A Montreal literary festival will pay tribute next month to two giants of Canadian literature who have died in the past year.

Saul Bellow during a 1999 writers conference in Boston. Montreal's Blue Met to pay tribute to him in April. (AP photo)

The Blue Metropolis Montreal International Literary Festival is planning tributes to Nobel Prize-winning novelist Saul Bellow and poet Irving Layton.

The Blue Met festival, which runs April 5 to 9, is a multilingual festival that draws writers in English, French and Spanish.

This year it will focus on writers with a connection to Montreal. More than 200 writers, translators, cartoonists and storytellers are scheduled to participate.

Bellow, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1976, is considered one of the best writers of the 20th century. He was born in the Montreal suburb of Lachine, but his family left Quebec when he was nine and he spent most of his adult life in Chicago

While some literary experts now question the significance of Bellow's connection to the city, Blue Met artistic director Linda Leith says the author of Herzog and Humboldt's Gift always acknowledged on his Montreal roots.

"It seems to me that we have been rather modest in refraining from claiming him," Leith said in an interview with CBC Radio. "Living somewhere to the age of nine is a significant stretch of time for a writer. These are the formative years for a writer, and for anyone, for that matter."

Bellow, known for his wry humour and depictions of Jewish America, died last April at age 89.

"I saw Saul Bellow the last time he gave a reading in Montreal — which must be about six years ago now — and he had just written a story that was set here in Montreal and which was based on his memories of Montreal," Leith said.

"I gathered from his widow that they were thinking of moving back to Montreal. I think the connection is stronger than we have given credit for."

Montreal also lost a larger-than-life personality with Layton's death this January.

The 93-year-old poet broke new ground in the 1950s and 1960s by writing frankly about sex and love. He also mentored a generation of writers, including a young Leonard Cohen.

Irving Layton was firebrand poet. (Roloff Beny/Library and Archives Canada)

Layton was known for his rapier wit on the CBC-TV debating program Fighting Words. His works, including excerpts from A Red Carpet in the Sun, will be read as part of the tribute.

Quebec playwright Michel Tremblay will be honoured with the Blue Met's festival's Grand Prix in recognition of a prolific body of work that celebrates Montreal. He will give two on-stage interviews as part of the festival.

Tremblay is award-winning writer of such works as Les Belles Soeurs and For the Pleasure of Seeing Her Again.

The late Jacques Ferron, the "intellectual guerrilla" who formed the Rhinoceros Party, is also being celebrated.

Among the writers reading at the festival are the Canadians David Bezmozgis, Nino Ricci and Camilla Gibb, Tomas Segovia of Spain and Andrei Makine of France.

CBC Radio's Eleanor Wachtel will focus on Montreal writers during a panel discussion at the festival.


Thursday, April 6, 2006
5:30:00 PM Salle : Grand Salon Langue : A
21 - REMEMBERING IRVING LAYTON
Activité/Activity : Panel discussion
Durée/Length : 60 minutes
Prix/Cost : 5 $
Participants : Samantha Bernstein, Seymour Mayne, Musia Schwartz, Donald Winkler
Animateur(trice) / Host : Anne Lagacé Dowson
Note : Join friends, family and admirers in celabrating the life of one of Canada's greatest poets, who died January 4th, 2006.

Biographie / Biography
Bernstein, Samantha
Mayne, Seymour
Schwartz, Musia
Winkler, Donald

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Layton’s Last Interview, Westendchronicle.com, photo & article, Mar 7 06

Irving Layton’s last interview
That’s what documentary makers claim to have in 90-minute video
By MARTIN C. BARRY
http://www.westendchronicle.com

The Chronicle

Three months after the death of Irving Layton in January, two Montreal filmmakers are resurrecting memories of the world-renowned Canadian poet with a lengthy videotaped interview they claim was probably the last he gave.

“To my knowledge it was the last substantial one,” says Montreal journalist Stan Asher, who interviewed the former NDG resident at Layton’s Monkland Avenue home in
Besides holding Christianity as a whole responsible for the Holocaust, Layton also lays blame on the Polish nation. “Certainly the Germans felt that it was very easy to establish death camps in Poland because of the prevalent almost universal anti-semitism that the Poles had exhibited for so many years,” he says. “That’s why the Germans chose Poland.”

He is asked for his impressions of Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson, spiritual leader of the Chabad Lubavitch movement who died the year before. Many Lubavitchers revered Schneerson as the Jewish Messiah. “I think I am a better Messiah than he is,” Layton replies.

As a young man, Layton acquired a reputation as a firebrand in socialist politics. Asked during the interview whether he was aware that communist MP Fred Rose hid in the Laurentian town of St. Hippolyte to avoid being arrested, he replies with typically dry wit, “No, I was not that close to the central committee of the communist party.”

On his involvement in socialism in the 1930s and 1940s, he says, “I was never a communist. I refused all the blandishments of communists. I was never a YCLer (Young Communist League). I was much too independent-minded and I hated dogmatism.”

On his impressions of French Canadians, Layton says, “I like their joie de vivre.

I find them eminently likeable, eminently likeable. And I still do. For one thing
they’re not wasps ... (They) mitigated for me the waspness. For that I’m immensely grateful.”

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Mean Boy, fiction that may be of interest, The Toronto Star, Mar 5 06

Beware the bad boy poet
FICTION
A campus kid gets too close to his professor idol
Mar. 5, 2006. 01:00 AM
by EVA TIHANYI
http://www.thestar.com

Mean Boy

by Lynn Coady

Doubleday

Canada,

385 pages,

$29.95

Lynn Coady's fourth book of fiction and third novel, Mean Boy, continues her exploration of Maritime life, but this time the story unfolds on a New Brunswick university campus rather than in a small rural community.

It is 1975, and Larry Campbell, an aspiring young poet from Prince Edward Island, is right where he wants to be: in the creative writing class taught by his literary idol Jim Arsenault, a celebrated bad-boy poet. Jim has not only the power to dispense grades but also to shower his acolytes with praise and attention, which the fawning Larry craves in increasingly large doses.

The entire class competes for Jim's approval, sometimes to comic effect. Anyone who's ever taken a creative writing course will recognize the veracity of Coady's scenes involving the in-class analysis of work, the sheer ridiculousness of some of the remarks, the tension of the student whose work is being discussed, the attack-and-defend atmosphere.

But you don't have to be a creative writer in order to appreciate Coady's skill as a humorist: "Movements. It reminds me of the way Gramma Campbell used to discuss her bowels after every meal. I don't want there to be movements when it comes to poetry."

The book is entertaining but has a serious core. Coady's writing is tight and fast-paced, and she depicts the dynamics among her characters, especially Larry's eagerness to be Jim's favourite and Jim's smooth exploitation of this adulation, with a sure hand.

Other class members are not short-changed. Coady takes what at first glance are clear stereotypes and turns them into real people. There is Sherrie Mitten, for instance, a ringletted blonde who, with "her extreme cuteness," reminds Larry of "a rabid, blue-eyed hamster." There's an aptly named football player, Charles Slaughter, who enjoys taking drugs, making scenes and hanging around with poets, especially Sherrie.

Jim himself is a vivid creation. Although, according to Coady, he is based on the poet John Thompson, he encompasses so many elements of the Male Poet Stereotype that he could well be a compilation of Al Purdy, Irving Layton and Milton Acorn, just to name a random few.

Jim is arrogant, hard-drinking, self-centred. He is also talented, famous and seductively charismatic, though not everyone is taken in. The university refuses him tenure because of the cavalier way in which he treats the responsibilities of his job. His wife, Moira, tells anyone who will listen that she is "fed up with this bullshit," referring to Jim's general self-absorption and his frequent sulkiness exacerbated by heavy drinking. She's also had it with the starry-eyed students who hang on Jim's every word and do anything he asks of them in the hope that perhaps some of his magic will rub off.

Coady is an unflinching writer, one who fits filmmaker Akira Kurosawa's definition: "To be an artist means never to avert your eyes." Her description of Larry's pre-Christmas drinking session with Jim is an example. She depicts Larry's gradual awakening to the dark side of his idol with merciless clarity: Jim "raised his head to look at me. His eyes, although bloodshot, were precisely as black as his hair. He was like Dracula — Dracula with dandruff. His lips pulled themselves back from his teeth."

Larry's harrowing Christmas back home with his family brings with it further recognition. Larry now has the perspective of the outsider, and his relatives' interactions are by turns funny, tense and sad. This is part of what makes the novel so engaging. We are privy to Larry's development not only as a poet but as a human being.

The 35-year-old, Edmonton-based Coady has created yet another impressive work of fiction.

Eva Tihanyi teaches at Niagara College in Welland. Her most recent poetry collection is Wresting the Grace of the World (Black Moss Press).

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Please nominate Irving to Canada's Walk Of Fame

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The Canada's Walk Of Fame Nomination Contest is one way to nominate Irving as well as enter to win a contest:

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Be sure to fill in the form completely and make sure your vote counts! Any nomination of someone already on the walk will be disqualified.

Nomination Criteria:

* Nominee must have been born in Canada or have spent their formative or creative years in Canada
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Saturday, January 21, 2006

Johannesburg, South Africa article Jan 10 06

http://www.mg.co.za/articlePage.aspx?articleid=260920&area=/obituaries/
"A quiet madman, never far from tears'
Mail & Guardian, Johannesburg, South Africa
10 January 2006 10:31

Colourful Canadian poet Irving Layton, twice considered for a Nobel Prize in literature for his provocative verse, died on Wednesday in Montreal at the age of 93, according to media reports.

Layton, who once described himself as "a quiet madman, never far from tears", wrote about 50 books of poetry and prose over five decades, including Here and Now (1945), The Black Huntsmen (1951) and A Red Carpet for the Sun, which won a Governor General's Award in 1959.

In 1993, he became the first non-Italian to win the distinguished Petrarch Prize for poetry.

Layton died in a long-term care facility where he had lived for five years after being diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease.

"There was Irving Layton, and then there was the rest of us," his friend, poet, novelist and singer-songwriter Leonard Cohen, wrote in an e-mail to the Gazette newspaper. "He is our greatest poet, our greatest champion of poetry. Alzheimer's could not silence him, and neither will death."

Brushing aside Canada's "puritanical" notion of verse, Layton's gritty, satiric, abrasive and sometimes bawdy poetry often dealt with violence in everyday life and the frightening side of free will.

He will be equally remembered for his boisterous reputation, abrasive ego, outrageous opinions, rousing love life and bitter feuds.

Layton was born Israel Pincu Lazarovitch in Tirgu Neamt, Romania, on March 12 1912. His parents changed the family name after immigrating to Canada the following year.

Layton was married five times, including to Betty Sutherland, a sister of actor Donald Sutherland, and had four children. His son David wrote Motion Sickness in 1999, a memoir of growing up with a capricious father.

Layton taught English literature and counted justice minister Irwin Cotler among his students. Cotler described him to reporters as "a mentor, a colleague and a friend". -- AFP

Page & Turners Bookstores website article

http://www.pageandturners.ca/index.cfm?action=pages&pageID=137
Page & Turners Bookstores website
Canadian Poet, Irving Layton, Passes Away at Age 93

The author of more than 50 books of poetry, Irving Layton passed away on January 4, 2006 at Maimonides Geriatric Centre on Caldwell Ave. in Cote St. Luc, where he'd been a patient with Alzheimer's disease for the past five years.

Although arrangements have not been completed, the funeral is being planned for Sunday at Paperman and Sons, 3888 Jean Talon St. W.

Once described as being both "the Picasso and the Mae West of poetry," Layton will be remembered not only for his often erotic verse but also for his abrasive ego, outrageous opinions, entertaining love life and bitter feuds, as well as for being a provocative, stimulating teacher.

Layton didn't start to write poetry until he was in his 30s; he once explained that as a schoolboy reading Wordsworth and Byron, he "naturally thought that in order to be a poet one had to be either English or dead, preferably both."

In the 1950s, Irving Layton became one of Leonard Cohen's mentors, and the two remained close after Cohen became internationally famous.

Poetry was always Layton's prime focus, but he also wrote two books of essays and reviews, one with the apt title Taking Sides. He also edited a landmark anthology of Canadian love poetry, Love Where the Nights Are Long.

In 1976, Layton was invested as an officer of the Order of Canada as "a prolific poet whose work has won him renown in Canada who is also widely known elsewhere through translation."

In later years, before Layton went deaf and slipped into what he once called in a poem "the bewildered ghost sounds" of dementia, Anna Pottier, an aspiring wrestler, shared his life.

Layton is survived by his two sons and his two daughters.

The Other Irving Layton by B. Amiel, Macleans, Jan 21 06

http://www.macleans.ca
The other Irving Layton
BARBARA AMIEL
January 21, 2006

The obits made a big deal of all the sex. But, hey, that was fashionable. Unlike his politics.

The chattering classes' dirty little secret about Irving Layton remained neatly out of sight to the end. His obituaries were fulsome if not comprehensive. Leonard Cohen's oft-quoted remark, "I taught him how to dress, he taught me how to live forever," surfaced again. The aphorism was probably true -- until Cohen became sexier than his master.

The CBC ran clips of interviews with Layton that reminded me how much I miss Peter Gzowski, though Mary Lou Finlay's encounter with the great man was hilarious. She was either cruelly edited or bored stiff by him. Their chemistry was sub-arctic.

The Globe and Mail's Sandra Martin was most informative, as far as she went. I liked the quote she chose from Northrop Frye who said, "one can get as tired of buttocks in Mr. Layton as buttercups in Canadian Poetry Magazine."

I never realized Layton didn't marry Aviva Layton (who changed her name to his). She was the only one of his partners I encountered -- a warm, intelligent woman. Most of Layton's generation of poets had, minimally, one long-suffering wife and then a succession of "others." Layton, being larger than life, had more of both.

Only critic Philip Marchand touched on the missing part of Layton when he wrote that "late in his life he grew to despise communism and scandalized Canadian literati by his support of the American war in Vietnam." Well, yes, but that was only the half of it.

Layton's life is an almost perfect example of how a reputation is made or rejected according to the spirit of the times. In the sixties, a revolution against what was described as the inhibited White Anglo-Saxon Protestant culture began, together with an enthusiastic embrace of the sexual revolution. Layton's being coincided with both notions perfectly. He had a genuine belief in the full-blooded and honest sexuality of the earthy Jew. He denounced the pinched WASP with his self-suppressed culture. Most of it was arrant nonsense but the belief inspired Layton to write some wonderful (as well as some awful) poetry.

Layton was a publicity hound and loved the limelight. He joked about the public need to see him in the "role" of a poet, long-haired and sexually avaricious. But Layton didn't play at being the sexual revolution's pacesetter for headlines alone; the role found an authentic echo in him.

His life coincided with that brief moment when poetry had real relevance in Canada. Small presses sprung up helped by government grants. "Poets indeed have never had it so good," wrote Layton in 1969. But while he was lionized for his poems, which fitted the times so perfectly, Layton's political thought was always off-course.

Fashionable Canadian shibboleths were trashed by Layton. He contemptuously wrote off the "Canadian Identity business" as he called it. Of one raging Canadian nationalist he said: "though hidden under a maple leaf, an asshole is still an asshole." He celebrated America and was a passionate supporter of Israel. He understood the value of the superpowers' "balance of terror" and anticipated the reunification of Germany in the context of a Russia that recognized itself as a European power rather than an Asiatic one.

He hated all totalitarianism and had no truck with moral equivalence. He was not certain that going into Vietnam was a good idea but he knew that pulling out would be -- as it was -- a very bad idea indeed. He argued well and his essays and "ruminations," as he called them, hold up, unlike the writing of most contemporaneous Canadian commentators on the Soviet Union and the Middle East.

If we lived in different times, Layton would have been recognized both then and now as an important public intellectual as well as a fine poet. But his political writings are denied by CanLit with the blatancy of a Holocaust denier. In 1977, he published his collected social and political writings in Taking Sides. His views may have evolved differently later in his life, but the book stands on its own -- insightful and serious.

Still, Taking Sides might as well be in samizdat for all the public attention it gets. The literati genuflected to a narcissistic Canadian nationalism defined by strong anti-Americanism and nurtured in left-wing clichés. Layton's essays were buried, never to be disinterred even for his obits.

A view from the 21st century makes one wonder though if, minimally, Layton's achievement is not equal or even higher in those forbidden areas. I wouldn't be too surprised if future scholars assess him as more important as a polemicist than as a lyric poet. Layton had his own view of his importance: "I feel I've made a contribution even to Canadian unity. Along with anti-Americanism, I'm the greatest force keeping this country together."

To comment, email letters@macleans.ca

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

New Fan (and Layton poem), blog entry, Jan 5 06

http://www.roomsix.com/2006/01/irving-layton-dead-at-93.htm
Irving Layton dead at 93
Posted by Brian, Nova Scotia, Canada
January 5, 2006

It's ironic. I was just starting to read some of his stuff and whammo, he's in the newspaper, dead at 93.

This was one of his poem's that really stood out for me while browsing through one of his collections:

Butterfly on Rock — Irving Layton

The large yellow wings, black-fringed,
were motionless

They say the soul of a dead person
will settle like that on the still face

But I thought: the rock has borne this;
this butterfly is the rock's grace,
its most obstinate and secret desire
to be a thing alive made manifest

Forgot were the two shattered porcupines
I had seen die in the bleak forest.
Pain is unreal; death an illusion:
There is no death in all the land,
I heard my voice cry;
And brought my hand down on the butterfly
And felt the rock move beneath my hand.

In Memory, blog entry, Jan 5 06

http://bumper-crop.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-memory.html
In Memory.
Posted by gabardinesuit
January 5, 2006

"We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love." - Irving Layton

"A poet, short-story writer, and essayist, Irving Layton is perhaps the most well-known of the Montreal poets, a group of young poets who engaged in a battle against romanticism in poetry in the 1940's. Layton has published many poetry collections, including A Red Carpet for the Sun (1959) which won the Governor General's Award. Layton has been poet-in-residence at various Canadian universities and was professor of English at York University 1969-78. Layton was nominated for the Nobel Prize in 1981."

Globe and Mail: "His often boisterous behaviour and anti-bourgeois attitude earned him as many admirers as it did detractors, and his notoriety became legendary among Canadian poets." Read more here.

posted by gabardinesuit at 10:06 AM

C’était Notre Meilleur Poète, blog entry, Jan 15 06

http://raymondcloutier.blogspot.com/2006/01/50-ans-plus-tard.html
50 ans plus tard!
Vous m’en lirez tant. Le dimanche 15 janvier 2006
Posted by Raymond Cloutier, Montreal, Quebec

Mercredi voilà 10 jours j’apprenais l’existence du plus grand, du plus respecté, des poètes montréalais, québécois, anglophones. Je suis abasourdi! Le seul poète montréalais, anglophone que je connaisse c’est Leonard Cohen. Et voilà que Cohen saute dans un avion, pour venir faire l’eulogie d’un écrivain de 93 ans tout juste décédé.
-Il y avait Irving Layton, dit Cohen, et il y avait les autres. C’était notre meilleur poète et le plus grand champion de la poésie.
Déjà célèbre et contestataire dans les années 40, comment se fait-il que personne, jamais personne ne m’en ait parlé. J’ai été enfermé dans 4 collèges classiques durant 8 ans, puis 4 ans dans un conservatoire entre 55 et 68. Des oblats, des Ste croix, des séculiers, des laïcs, détenteurs de maîtrises et de doctorats, des artistes cultivés, des littérateurs de tout acabit, et personne, jamais personne ne m’a mentionné l’existence de cet Irving Layton. Plusieurs fois finaliste au prix Nobel de littérature, il avait élevé près d’ici sur la rue Ste Élisabeth, puis a passé sa vie sur le Plateau avant que ce ne soit « The Plateau ». Il a enseigné et influencé des générations d’écrivains et de lecteurs, enfin ceux qui le connaissaient. Pas moi et pas des milliers et des milliers comme moi qui, pour toutes sortes de raisons, n’ont pu rencontrer son œuvre. Les deux solitudes ont aussi cette conséquence!
Et je suis presque convaincu que si Leonard Cohen n’était pas devenu chansonnier, puis méga star, je ne l’aurais jamais connu, lui non plus. D’ailleurs qui aujourd’hui enseigne la poésie de Cohen au secondaire ou au collégial dans l’univers francophone et qui enseigne Miron aux anglophones?. La mort de cet Irving Layton, dont j’ai hâte de lire la poésie brute, va peut-être provoquer une prise de conscience, un changement de posture. On compare son importance dans la communauté anglophone à celle de Gaston Miron chez les francophones. N’est-ce pas étrange d’ignorer dans une même ville, un même quartier, une même société, des génies de quelques origines soient-ils? Pourquoi accorderai-je l’existence aux poètes Américains, aux romanciers Irlandais, aux nouvellistes Arabes en ignorant ceux qu’inspirent la même géographie du paysage et de l’âme que la mienne? Pourquoi ce refus réciproque du voisin, cette fuite ailleurs, ces vies en silo, emmurées chacunes dans sa solitude. Le génie artistique, littéraire, quel qu’il soit, ne peut être caché, mis au ban sous prétexte qu’en l’occultant il n’existera pas. Qu’on n’aime ça ou pas, nous ne le saurons jamais avant de l’avoir fréquenté!
-Alors on vous promet un Irving Layton, poète de la semaine dès que nous mettrons la main sur les traductions de ses poèmes par Michel Albert aux éditions Triptyques! Et surtout dès que nous l’aurons lu 50 ans plus tard. Mais comme on se dit toujours, il n’est jamais, jamais trop tard!

Raymond Cloutier.

Danish Tribute (and Layton poem), blog entry, Jan 5 06

http://tekakwita.blogspot.com/2006/01/irving-layton-1912-2006.html
Irving Layton, 93 er død.
Irving Layton 1912-2006
Posted by Joe @ torsdag, Denmark
January 5, 2006

Irving Layton, 93 er død. Den første store canadiske digter, der for 50 år siden blev Leonard Cohens første mentor og lærer. De har siden været venner. Leyton nåede at blive nomineret til Nobel prisen i litteratur i et langt og produktivt liv. Han har siden 2000 været ramt af Alzheimers. Cohen skriver om ham i dag:

"He is our greatest poet, our greatest champion of poetry. Alzheimer's could not silence him, and neither will death."

Misunderstanding

I placed
my hand
upon
her thigh.
By the way
she moved
away
I could see
her devotion
to literature
was not
perfect.

Irving Layton, 1956

"It is as dangerous to overestimate the goodness of people
as to underestimate their stupidity."

posted by Joe @ torsdag, januar 05, 2006

A Deep Desire for Difference (and Layton poem), blog entry, Jan 9 06

http://www.livejournal.com/community/bibliophiles/108875.html
Posted by whitealchmist
January 9, 2006

In Memory of Irving Layton

Last week, Irving Layton - Nobel Prize winner and one of Canada's most celebrated poets - passed away. I heard this news on CBC Radio and realized that while the name was familiar I knew nothing of his work, and given what the news report had to say about him, it seemed high time to correct this negligence.

So I picked up a volume of his work, A Wild Peculiar Joy, and I wish I could have called myself a fan while he was still alive. He has all the things I love most about the best Canadian writers - an understated social conscience, a quirky sense of humour, and a deep desire for difference. He reminds me of Leonard Cohen in some ways, understandable given that they both worked in Montreal and were near-contemporaries. Anyone interested in this sort of poetry, I strongly encourage you to seek out his work in more detail. I hunted through my new book for a sampler and resisted his more profound stuff in favour of this lovely gem for my fellow lit-nerds:

Misunderstanding

I placed
my hand
upon
her thigh.

By the way
she moved
away
I could see
her devotion
to literature
was not
perfect.

COMMENTS:

jitendra
2006-01-09 10:53 pm
my canadian lit prof told our class about it the other day. He had us add Layton's date of death to our anthologies.

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quirky_rocket
2006-01-10 01:30 am
I like that =)

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katcanread
2006-01-10 06:34 am
That's sad =(. I came across his work in 2004 as part of a writing class at uni, and I and the whole class had great fun reading it aloud! R.I.P Layton! Thanks for sharing whitealchemist

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minky_delaney
2006-01-10 03:04 pm
a quietly splendid poem, it made me smile.

Through his Writing, blog entry, Jan 5 06

http://www.livejournal.com/users/crazyliza/17298.html
Irving Layton 1912 - 2006
Posted by Crazyliza
January 5, 2006

I never knew him but through his writing, and found he could be fierce, passionate, and at times bombastic. In my opinion, the perfect attributes for a poet. I hope he has found peace.

09 January, 2006: Just found a blog named Irving Layton Remembered. Click here to get to it.

Henry Miller Counterpart, blog entry, Jan 5 06

http://blueapples85.blogspot.com/2006/01/irving-layton-1912-2006.html
Irving Layton, Canadian poet, died today at age 93.
Posted by S.M. Elliot
January 5, 2006

Richard introduced me to Irving Layton, the poet I consider a Canadian counterpart to my favourite novelist, Henry Miller. Both were underappreciated, sometimes reviled, and frequently forgotten. (They were the "dirty old men" of contempo lit, but Layton had the additonal stigma of being Jewish.) 80% of Irving's poetry isn't suitable for my PG-rated blog and that's why I admire him: He was honest and direct at a time when honesty and directness were the last things people wanted from poetry. They wanted pretty poems that inspired without getting too nasty, too uncomfortably true.
Once, when Richard told a librarian he was looking for Irving Layton books, she snorted and replied, "God, why?"
So, if you've never heard of the dude, I highly recommend (at the very least) reading this brief article from the CBC: http://www.cbc.ca/story/arts/national/2006/01/04/Layton-Obit.html. It has some timeless quotes from Layton (and shows quite a lot of his overblown ego too - but what poet doesn't have that problem?).

COMMENTS:

The Zombieslayer said...

Dirty old men?

I hope when I'm old, I'm a dirty old man. I want to be like that old man who married Anna Nicole Smith. I'll even whip out a poem or two.

R.I.P. Mr. Layton.
9:15 PM

SME said...

I guess the poetry's optional. :P
8:42 PM

Full Explanation is Elusive (and Layton poem), blog entry, Jan 9 06

http://ctcthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/irving-layton-by-request.html
Irving Layton by Request
Posted by Cathy, Canada
January 9, 2006

FOR IRVING

He holds meaning for me,
Even my husband did not know
Full explanation is elusive.
But the words, the swirls of emotion
And passion of learning.
Swept through me. So few could reach
The closets of my heart.

-CATHY

But, now for some real poetry, Canadian style. Irving Layton (from the early 1950s to the mid-1970s) was the most popular and most controversial poet in Canada. I have selected two, non-controversial ones from A Wild Peculiar Joy:

SONG FOR NAOMI

Who is that in the tall grasses singing
By herself, near the water?
I can not see her
But can it be her
Than whom the grasses so tall
Are taller,
My daughter,
My lovely daughter?

Who is that in the tall grasses running
Beside her, near the water?
She can not see there
Time that pursued her
In the deep grasses so fast
And faster
And caught her,
My foolish daughter.

What is the wind in the fair grass saying
Like a verse, near the water?
Saviours that over
All things have power
Make Time himself grow kind
And kinder
That sought her,
My little daughter.

Who is that at the close of the summer
Near the deep lake? Who wrought her
Comely and slender?
Time but attends and befriends her
Than whom the grasses though tall
Are not taller,
My daughter,
My gentle daughter.


THERE WERE NO SIGNS

By walking I found out
Where I was going.

By intensely hating, how to love.
By loving, whom and what to love.

By grieving, how to laugh from the belly.

Out of infirmity, I have built strength.
Out of untruth, truth.
From hypocrisy, I wove directness.

Almost now I know who I am.
Almost I have the boldness to be that man.

Another step.
And I shall be where I started from.

There are 316 more in this compilation. So how can two be representative? They're not.

Fiery Eyes of Pure Coal, blog entry, Jan 8 06

http://guitargirlsdigitaldiary.blogspot.com/2006/01/irving-layton-1912-2006-photo-by.html
posted by Lynda Marks Kraar
January 8, 2006

I did a poetry reading with Canadian poet laureate Irving Layton at Grossman's Tavern one rainy afternoon on Spadina Avenue in Toronto, autumn of 1983. The newspaper would compare us as fervent Zionists in a positive light -- he, the "lionesque" one, in the late September of his life, and me with my "lusty, youthful enthusiasm" -- their comment. My mum was very proud.

I fell in love with Irving on the spot. He revved my engines and got my juices flowing. I did not read my selections that rainy afternoon -- I channeled them from a deep, unseen place. The joint went crazy. But I wasn't in the moment. I needed to please Irving. I picked up the guitar and sang to him from the stage. An old jazz classic. He giggled, piercing me with those fiery eyes of pure coal. He just made you want to deliver your best stuff. He made you get all crazy. You could not be near him and not be forever altered by him. He had a euphoric toxicity that got into your bloodstream and went straight to your head. Opium? Heroin? The stuff of amateurs. Irving was the real deal. Even as an old man he was like a young Brando. I went home and wrote a poem about him. I gave it to him a year later, with trembling hands:

A Message for Mr. Layton

it was on an entirely gruelling afternoon

and there sat I

suffering the waste of words

and entire lack of

theatrics and dimension

out of the mouths of the angry

and the confused

masked in the guise

of the Poet.

it were as if I was being taught to speed read out loud.

but then

but then

but then

you turned every crooked plank

of the ghastly, dim space

into a lyric

you painted pictures

with your eloquent tongue

just five little words

held still the clock

my heart pushed heavily

against my female breast

do you know how beautiful you are?

does that really matter?

Nov. 1, 1983, 10 a.m.

(c) Lynda Marks

He is still in my blood. Thank you, Irving. Baruch Dayan Emet.

posted by Lynda Marks Kraar at 8:14 P

Public vs Private Layton, recruiting.com, Jan 10 06

http://www.recruiting.com/recruiting/candidates/
Public Life And Personal Success
January 10, 2006

Canadian Poet, Irving Layton Dies

Last week, Irving Layton died at the age of 93. He was one of Canada's greatest poets. He'd won the Order of Canada and had been nominated for a Nobel Prize.

I liked him in his public role and would agree that he was a great Canadian. But great person, yes and no. He was married five times and, in 1999, his son wrote a highly critical portrait.

Elspeth Cameron also wrote a profile that he didn't like and he sent her five hundred hate letters. (He was already older by then, however, and perhaps this level of crankiness was a hint of the coming deterioration of his mind).

I thought about this because our job is to find people who can be successful in public roles. But that might have little positive relation to their level of private success.

Layton liked women, language and argument and turned these tastes into a great public life. But they could not be fit into a normal personal life.

And, indeed, we might prefer people whose lives are similarly askew. For it's possible that superstar candidates are like autistic savants. They have a some special powers that crowd out everything else.

Canadian Headhunter

Herman Mlunga Mbongo Hoax, blog entry, Jan 13 06

http://www.livejournal.com/users/choriamb/468847.html
Choriamb: Poetry News and Reviews Poetry Matters
Herman Mlunga Mbongo makes the list of Top Ten Literary Hoaxes
Posted January 13, 2006

The Top Ten Literary Hoaxes

1 of the most amusing:

"Disguised as original work by unknown amateurs, [Crad] Kilodney submitted poetry and short stories by famous CanLit figures to various publishers and literary contests. All the work was rejected. An editor at Montreal’s Vehicule Press, which received a collection of Irving Layton poems written under the name Herman Mlunga Mbongo, did send a nice rejection letter, noting, 'Irving Layton, to whom I showed your manuscript, was as delighted as I was to see how useful his poems still are.'"

Sound Bites by Layton, blog entry, Jan 14 06

http://shootingpoets.blogspot.com/2006/01/sound-bites-by-layton.html
Sound Bites by Layton
Posted Jan 14, 2006


IRVING LAYTON ON POETS

"The poet is someone who can't help mythologizing his experiences. He exaggerates, distorts, fictionalizes. In him the will-to-power takes the form of investing even the trifling and banal with symbolic significance. But the poet is also someone who makes lucky things happen, for his life is a destiny or a destination."

("Foreword," The Gucci Bag, 1983)


IRVING LAYTON ON POETRY AS A VOCATION

"I now see there is no way for the poet to avoid misunderstanding, even abuse, when he follows his prophetic vocation to lead his fellow men towards sanity and light. If he offers his hand in friendship and love, he must expect someone will try to chop it off at the shoulder. ... A poet is someone who has a strong sense of self and feels his life to be meaningful."

("Foreword," Collected Poems, 1965)


IRVING LAYTON ON HIMSELF

"I want to be remembered as someone who believed that a great poem was the noblest work of man and that no one ever wrote one who didn't want to get out of hell."

("Foreword," Droppings from Heaven, 1979)

Great Giant of the Human Spirit and Poem for Irving

Arthur Joyce said...

And so another great giant of the human spirit passes from this age of mediocrity and conformity. We will need his words now more than ever.
I was privileged to see Layton perform in Edmonton in November, 1985. The effect of his presence literally filled up the room, even though my then-wife and I were in one of the back rows. When he read the poem to his sister, 'Senile, My Sister Sings', there wasn't a dry eye in the house. When we met him afterwards for booksignings, he was warm and extremely approachable. I couldn't believe he was 74--he seemed more like 44.
Today I have Layton to thank for encouraging me to persist as a poet despite poetry's deepening marginalization in a media-saturated culture. The poem below was written for him while he was in hospital, a sad shadow of his towering former self. The tocsin, or bell ringing out in a public square calling us to worship or sound an alarm, to me is a fitting metaphor for this great poet. Rage on, Irving, wherever you are now...

Töcsin
—for Irving Layton
1912-2006

O, sick pecular joy
the Universe has in reminding you
just who’s boss
in the Big Picture,
the pathetic, drunken
illusion
of omnipotence
in a young body.

I wonder—
did some part of you
tire, suddenly retreat,
bone-weary
of sounding the töcsin
of humanity’s bestial nature?
(With apologies, of course,
to the beasts.)

Yet somehow
through it all—“a prophet
and the descendant
of prophets,”
holding a beacon
above the carnage—hoping
to lead someone
toward sanity
and light.

And now to think of you
in a hospital ward
fighting your way back
from the blow
that came out of the dark
and left white Mack truck stars
everywhere you look.

Blaze, blaze your glare
through hypnotic fog
rail and rant and praise again
sing and blare and shine again
in your vainglorious sun
O man with the carpet
of burning hair on his chest,

your head of lover’s fleece
crackling in the wind,
your eyes lancet stars
pointed at the sky
and daring down the cosmos
even as the slaughtering blade
is raised

©2004 Arthur Joyce

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Relations Internationale Quebec article ,Jan 6 06

http://www.mri.gouv.qc.ca/_scripts/Actualites/ViewNewQcNews.asp?ID=274〈=en

Death of Canadian poet Irving Layton
06-01-2006
Presse canadienne - Le Soleil

Irving Layton, whose gritty, satiric and erotic poems left an indelible mark on the Canadian literary landscape, has died at age 93. Diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, Layton passed away in a long-term care facility in Montréal.

A prolific writer, he published over 40 books of poetry and prose over more than five decades, working his way to the top of the Canadian literature hierarchy.

Named to the Order of Canada in 1976, the Montréal writer held several university positions as poet- or writer-in-residence. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1982.

610 CKTB article, Jan 06

http://www.610cktb.com
CKTB Radio, St.Catherine's, Ontario

MONTREAL (CP) - Irving Layton, whose gritty, satiric and erotic poems left an indelible mark on Canada's literary landscape, has died. He was 93.

Diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease in 1994, Layton died in a long-term care facility in Montreal. A prolific writer, Layton published more than 40 books of poetry and prose over more than five decades, clawing his way to the top of the CanLit hierarchy.

He was named to the Order of Canada in 1976, held several university posts as poet-or writer-in-residence and was nominated for a Nobel Prize in literature in 1982.

Layton was the first non-Italian to receive Italy's Petrarch Award for Poetry.

Anti-bourgeois AttitudesToday's, Woman.net, Jan 06

http://www.todays-woman.net/article934.html
Irving Layton OC (March 12, 1912 – January 4, 2006) was a Canadian poet.

Born Israel Pincu Lazarovitch in Târgu Neamţ, a small town in Romania, to Jewish parents, his family emigrated to Montreal, Quebec in 1913 and was forced to live in the impoverished St. Urbain Street neighbourhood, later made famous by Mordecai Richler in his novels. There Layton and his family (his father died when he was 13) faced daily struggles with, among others, Montreal's French Canadians, who were uncomfortable with the growing numbers of Jewish newcomers.

Layton graduated from Alexandra Elementary School and attended Baron Byng High School, where his life was changed when he was introduced to such poets as Alfred Lord Tennyson, Walter Scott, William Wordsworth, Lord Byron, and Percy Bysshe Shelley; the novelists Jane Austen and George Eliot; the essayists Francis Bacon, Oliver Goldsmith, Samuel Johnson, and Jonathan Swift; and also William Shakespeare and Charles Darwin. He became very interested in politics and social theory and began reading Karl Marx and Nietzsche and also became politically active in socialist politics — so much so that he became a threat to the high school administration and was asked to leave before graduating. In light of his limited educational opportunities, with no high school diploma, and also due to limited finances, he enrolled in Macdonald College in 1934 and received a Bachelor of Science degree in Agriculture.

While in college, he was well known in artistic circles for his anti-bourgeois attitudes and his criticism of politics. He quickly found that his true interest was poetry, so pursued a career as a poet and became friends with the emerging young poets of his day, including fellow Canadian poets John Sutherland, Raymond Souster, and Louis Dudek. In the 1940s, Layton and his fellow Canadian poets rejected the older generation of poets, including Northrop Frye, and their efforts helped define the tone of the post-war generation poets in Canada. Essentially, they argued that modern poetry should set its own style, independent of British styles and influences, and should reflect the social realities of the day.

In 1936, Layton met Faye Lynch, whom he married in 1938. When Layton graduated from Macdonald College in 1939, he moved with Faye to Halifax where he worked odd jobs, including a stint as a Fuller Brush man. Soon disenchanted with his life, Layton decided, one evening, to return to Montreal. He began teaching English to recent immigrants to make ends meet and continued doing so for many years. Indecisive about his future and enraged by Hitler's violence toward Jews and destruction of European culture, Layton enlisted in the Canadian army in 1942. While serving as a Brigade Commander at Petawawa, Layton met Betty Sutherland, an accomplished painter (and later poet), and a half-sister to actor Donald Sutherland. Layton soon divorced Faye and married Betty. They had two children together: Maxwell Rubin (1946) and Naomi Parker (1950). 1943, Layton was given an honourable discharge from the army and returned to Montreal.

Layton had become a strong socialist while at high school and joined the Young People's Socialist League. Later, he became active in the Cooperative Commonwealth Federation. Because of this activity he was blacklisted and banned from entering the United States for the next two decades. While he continued to consider himself a Marxist, he became anti-Communist during the Cold War and broke with many on the left with his support of the Vietnam War. (Source: Toronto Star, January 5, 2006)

Layton's activism and poetry had made him an internationally known celebrity by the 1950s and he was a fixture on early Canadian television after the publication of a collection of poems called The Black Huntsmen. He became a staple on the CBC televised debating program "Fighting Words," where he earned a reputation as a formidable debater.

In 1946, after receiving his M.A. in economics and political science from McGill (with a thesis on Harold Laski), Layton considered teaching as a career. In 1949, Layton began teaching English, history, and political science at the Jewish parochial high school, Herzliah. He was an influential teacher and many of his students became poets, writers, and artists. Among his students were poet/songwriter Leonard Cohen and television magnate Moses Znaimer. Layton would continue to teach for the greater part of his life: as a teacher of modern English and American poetry at Sir George Williams University (now Concordia University) and as a tenured professor at Toronto's York University in the 1970s, as well as delivering many lectures and readings throughout Canada. Layton would pursue his Ph.D. in 1948 though he would abandon it due to the demands of his already hectic professional life.

In the late 1950s, at the height of his career, friends introduced Layton to Aviva Cantor (who had emmigrated to Montreal from her native Australia in 1955), and Layton later made her his third wife. The two had a son, David, in 1964. Over the next few years, Layton's demanding schedule became the dominating force in his life and resulted in Layton's and Aviva's decision to separate.

In the late 1970s, Layton befriended Harriet Bernstein, once a student of his and, after a whirlwind courtship, they married and in 1981 a daughter, Samantha Clara, was born. The marriage was short-lived, however, and Layton would soon meet Anna (Annette) Pottier, an aspiring painter and poet 48 years his junior, who became his fifth and last wife. They would live in the middle-class Notre Dame de Grace neighbourhood of Montreal from 1983 until the mid 1990s when they separated and divorced.

Throughout the 1950s on to the 1980s, Layton travelled widely abroad and became especially popular in South Korea and Italy, and in 1981 these two nations nominated him for the Nobel Prize for Literature. (The prize that year was instead awarded to novelist Gabriel Garcia Marquez.) Among his many awards during his career was the Governor-General's Award for A Red Carpet for the Sun in 1959 and in 1976 he was made an Officer of the Order of Canada.

In 1995 Layton was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. He died at the Maimonides Geriatric Centre in Montreal at the age of 93 on January 4, 2006.

Leonard Cohen once said of him, "I taught him how to dress, and he taught me how to live forever."


References

* Deveau, Scott. "Canadian poet Irving Layton dies at 93", The Globe and Mail. January 4, 2006.

Biography by: This article is licensed under the GNU Free Documentation License and uses material adapted in whole or in part from the Wikipedia article on Irvin Layton.

CKUA, U. of Alberta including 1985 recorded interview

http://www.ckua.org/audioarchives.html
Irving Layton, a CKUA Memory

Canada's highly regarded poet Irving Layton, died Wednesday in Montreal. He had been in a long term care facility since 2000. The 93-year-old poet was suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

Layton spent much of his career as a teacher, first at a parochial high school, later at Sir George Williams University and York University where he taught English.

He was also poet-in-residence at the University of Toronto, and it was from his poetic pursuits that his fame arose. He published more than 40 books of poetry and prose in a career that spanned more than five decades.

Poet and singer-songwriter Leonard Cohen and TV magnate Moses Znaimer were some of his famous students.

His early poetry focused on sex and love, often written in frank language and shocking some critics.

He won acclaim for his first major poem, The Swimmer, in 1944. Layton's star rose rapidly in the 1950s and '60s. He soon became a regular on the CBC-TV. He was named to the Order of Canada in 1976. Layton is known for his rapier wit and ongoing battle against uniformity and Puritanism.

In December of 1985, Irving Layton visited the CKUA Radio studios and recorded this interview with Tony Dillon Davis. The interview was recorded on publication of Layton's memoir Waiting for a Messiah.

Listen to the interview (8 minutes, 54 seconds)
(In order to listen you must have Windows Media Player. To install the latest player, click here.)

Read more about Irving Layton at this CBC website: www.cbc.ca/arts/books/layton.html.

Skyscraperpage.com (and Layton poems), blog entry, Jan 4 06

http://forum.skyscraperpage.com/showthread.php?t=95521
Skyscraperpage.com

1.4.06 by Kilgore Trout
Republished Globe & Mail article By Scott Deveau
Location: montreal
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1/4/06 by Kool Maudit

another gone from this city's first greatness.

neither tribal nor trivial he shouted
from the city's centre where tramcars moved
like stained bacilli across the eyeballs.
__________________
dart into the perilous shrubbery

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1/9/06 by Habsfan
Location: The Mecca of Hockey

Apparently Leonard Cohen was at the funeral!

Does anyone Know if Cohen still resides in this city, or does he live in L.A.?
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1/9/06 by Elsonic
Location: Montréal

je ne connais même pas Mr. Clayton. pour quelqu'un qui ne lit même pas de poésie dans sa propre langue, auriez-vous des suggestions d'oeuvres pas trop difficiles ?
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1/9/06 by Kool Maudit
Location: montreal

cohen lives a few places; always spends part of the year here though.

i've seen him on st-laurent a few times.

the following is from 1945's 'first statement:'

Newsboy

Neither tribal nor trivial he shouts
From the city's centre where tramcars move
Like stained bacilli across the eyeballs,
Where people spore in composite buildings
From their protective gelatine of doubts,
Old ills, and incapacity to love
While he, a Joshua before their walls,
Sells newspapers to the gods and geldings.

Intrusive as a collision, he is
The Zeigeist's too public interpreter,
A voice multiplex and democratic,
The people's voice or the monopolists';
Who with last-edition omniscience
Plays Clotho to each gaping customer
With halcyon colt, sex crime in an attic,
The story of a twice-jailed bigamist.

For him the mitred cardinals sweat in
Conclaves domes; the spy is shot. Empiric;
An obstreporous confidant of kings
Rude despiser of the anonymous,
Danubes of blood was up his bulletins
While he domesticates disaster like
A wheat in pampas of prescriptive things
With cries animal and ambiguous.

His dialectics will assault the brain,
Contrive men to voyages or murder,
Dip the periscope of their public lives
To the green levels of acidic caves;
Fever their health, or heal them with ruin,
Or with lies as dangerous as a latter;
Finally enfold the season's cloves,
Cover a somnolent face on Sundays.


- Irving Layton
_______________
dart into the perilous shrubbery
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1/9/06 by MTL - 514
Location: montreal

very nice write-up. Interesting...

while for much of my life I've heard the name Irving Layton referred to as one of Canada's alltime best-known and most influential writers/poets, I have never read a single poem or writing by him until the excerpt posted just above. funny that we never learned any of his stuff back in school. when I think of it, very little of the literature we learned back in high school was Canadian. that's a pity...

I wonder if that has changed at all in recent years

gotta say, I'm not much of a poetry buff, but I think it's still important for kids in school to at least get exposed to some of the most important works out there, and some of the important literature from year hometown or region...

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1/14/06 by Kilgore Trout
Location: montreal

there was always a very strong canadian component in my junior high and high school english classes: mordecai richler, timothy findlay, margaret atwood, etc.

i learned about and read layton in two of my mcgill classes: canadian literature (which was mostly devoted to poetry, because the professor rightfully felt that it was underexposed) and literary montreal (which was not actually a literature course -- it looked at montreal through the prism of its literature, with an emphasis on the 1940s).

and man, i would have loved to be at the funeral.

Powerful Expression (and Layton poems), Jan 10 06

http://ellissharp.blogspot.com/2006/01/irving-layton-1912-2006_10.html
posted Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Irving Layton (1912-2006)

Irving Layton was a towering figure in twentieth century Canadian literature. He was born into a Jewish family in Rumania in 1912, shortly before they immigrated to Canada the following year. He was a prolific writer, publishing over 40 books during half a century of writing. Layton was best known for his poetry, much of which was written in a loose, confessional mode. In the mid-century he helped lead the rebellion against a stuffy, genteel Canadian poetic tradition which aped British verse.

Irving Layton never exactly went out of his way to cultivate a British readership, remarking in his poem ‘The Baroness’ - in a characteristically confrontational manner - “Take it from me, English poetry when it isn’t the death wish / is voyeurism and cuntsniffing / but done with so much aplomb you take it / for spirituality or a concern with art and the good life”. Discuss. One hour. (Well, as a point of view it certainly makes a refreshing change from the tepid stuff you read in the Guardian Saturday book section.)

My memory of Layton is of a big man, tanned, who was wearing a cool safari outfit with epaulettes on the shoulder. I’m shocked to realise how old he was: when I met him he seemed so much younger than he really was. Layton was an energetic larger-than-life character with a very combative personality - though to a young fan like me he was extremely genial and not at all abrasive. Somewhere I have a record of our conversation; if I ever find it I’ll post it.

Once a fiery young socialist who was banned from entering the USA for 15 years, Layton became an outspoken right-winger in later years. He liked to provoke. Lines like “not being handicapped in the least by vision or creativity, women are by far the stronger sex” were not designed to endear him to a female readership. But the laconic tongue-in-cheek bellicosity sometimes, alas, shaded over into sheer nastiness. At his best, Layton joyously celebrated sex, love, travel, life, people; at his worst, he gave way to a sour malice, occasionally expressed in intemperate and unpleasant language. His great friend Leonard Cohen once aptly compared him to Timon of Athens.

Yet sometimes Layton’s ferocity and anger hit the spot. At a time when Maoism was flavour of the month among some gullible European intellectuals, Layton came up with this withering, and to my mind very effective expression of his contempt:


To Maoists

From my heart I rooted out Jehovah;
I spurned Moses and his Tables of Law
And tore up my father’s phylacteries.
I did not turn from dragons to live with fleas.

Layton was acutely aware of his identity as a Jew and one of my favourite poems of his is ‘The Final Solution’, about a visit to Germany in the 1970s. It powerfully expresses his appalled horror at the normality of modern German life. After the unimaginable horror of the Holocaust, life goes on. The ordinary supplants the tragic monstrosity of the past. The speaker feels himself surrounded by the ghosts of dead Jews and contrasts the lost vitality of Europe before the Third Reich with bland, banal colourless modern Germany. This is the poem I prefer to remember Layton by: there is sourness here but also sadness. His characteristic sense of disgust and anger is muted and shaped into a fine, wistful poem. In the last line there is, I think, a humane acceptance of the inevitability of this social condition, no matter how revolting its context.


The Final Solution

It’s all been cleared away, not a trace:
laughter keeps the ghosts in the cold ovens
and who can hear the whimpering of small children
or of beaten men and women, the hovering echoes,
when the nickelodeons play all day the latest Berliner
love ballads, not too loudly, just right?
Taste the blood in the perfect Rhenish wine
or smell the odour of fear when such lovely
well-scented frauleins are fiddling with the knobs
and smiling at the open-faced soldier in the corner?

History was having one if its fits – so what?
What does one do with a mad dog? One shoots it
finally and returns armless and bemedalled
to wife and children or goes to a Chaplin film
where in the accomodating dark the girlfriend
unzips your fly to warm her hands on your scrotum.
Heroes and villains, goodies and baddies, what
will you have to drink with the goulash? In art museums
together they’re shown the mad beast wagging its tail
at a double-hooked nose that dissolves into ash

And appraised by gentlemen with clean fingernails
who admire a well-executed composition or pointed to
in hushed tones so that nothing of the novel frisson
be lost. Europe blew out its brains
for that frisson: gone forever are the poets and actors
the audacious comics that made Vienna and Warsaw
hold their sides with laughter. Gone, gone forever.
They will never return, these wild extravagant souls:
mediocrity stopped up their witty mouths,
envy salted the ground with their own sweet blood

Sealed up their light in the lightless halls of death.
Alas, the world cannot endure too much poetry:
a single cracked syllable – with a cognac – suffices.
I have seen the children of reingemacht Europe, their
queer incurious dead eyes and handsome blank faces,
leather straps and long matted hair their sole madness.
They have no need of wit or extravagance, they have
their knapsacks, their colourful all-purpose knapsacks.
The nickelodeon grinds on like fate, six fatties play cards:
the day is too ordinary for ghosts or griefs

Austin American Statesman article, Jan 5 06

http://www.statesman.com/news/content/shared-gen/ap/Canada/Obit_Layton.html
Republished Associated Press article

Australia and New Zealand Teachers Chatboard, Jan 9 06

http://australia.teachers.net/chatboard/topic3273/1.09.06.20.02.18.html
Republished www.irvinglayton.com biography

1070 WIBC, Indianapolis, Indiana article, Jan 5 06

http://www.wibc.com/news/article.aspx?id=787444
Republished Associated Press article

Miami Herald article, Jan 5 06

http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/news/world/canada/13558915.htm
Republished Associated Press article

In Memory of Irving Layton, a Poem for Irving, Jan 5 06

http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=11514&id=151454
In Memory of Irving Layton
by john k zimmerman
Thursday, January 05, 2006

Irving Layton, died yesterday [06/01/04]. Prolific, and provocative poet-- his evocative, sometimes erotic poems written in the language of the street changed Canadian poetry in the middle of the last century.

He was 93.
canlit short hand for Canadian Literature -- if you have to ask .....

In Memory of Irving Layton

Brawling, bawdy, engaging erotic
you were all of these things
a larger than life wordsmith
provocative, and infuriating.

professor, iconoclast, prophet,
teaching a nation to sing
in the language of the market place.

celebrant of eros, putting passion in canlit,
coffee break affairs energizing
both the poet and the work.

you have left us for that place where
poetry sings the poet and where
words and images dance on their
complexly simple measures.

giant, you have left us, lesser poets, here
seeking to follow in your seven league strides
barefoot…


COMMENTS:

by William Bonilla
1/12/2006
A wondeful Tribute To a fellow poet
Well Penned
Thanks for sharing
William ..... Peace
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by _ Aberjhani
1/7/2006
A powerful tribute wholly worthy of the poet and the art. Thank you for lifting your own titanic voice in honor and celebration of this exceptional literary soul and guiding spirit.
Aberjhani
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by Joselyn MayFair
1/5/2006
Wonderful tribute to this poet and his life of writing thank you for sharing and the caption of him.
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by Karla Dorman, Lady of the Lights
1/5/2006
Johh,

Love this tribute to a Poet who no doubtedly left his mark upon you. To continue his legacy, be like him--and never put down your talented pen!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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by Tinka Boukes
1/5/2006
Wonderful tribute John!!
Happy New Year my Friend!!
Love Tinka
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by Jerry Bolton
1/5/2006
Sorry, don't know the poet, will look him up, sorry for you loss. "Canlit." Yup, I would have had to ask. But then you know how uncouth most of us "fly-over" people are down here.
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by Kate Clifford
1/5/2006
Wonderful tribute. Love the descriptions you have used.

Web India 123.com article, Jan 14 06

http://news.webindia123.com/news/showdetails.asp?id=219303&cat=Entertainment

Canadian poet Irving Layton dead at 93
Montreal | January 14, 2006 12:01:13 AM IST

Canadian poet Irving Layton has died in Montreal, Quebec, at age 93.

Layton died Jan. 4 from Alzheimer's disease diagnosed in 1994, the Los Angeles Times reported Friday.

Layton published more than 40 volumes of verse and prose dating to the mid-1940's and was given his country's highest honor, the Order of Canada, in 1976.

He was born Irving Peter Lazarovitch in a small town in Romania and moved with his family to Canada.

Layton was both influential and controversial and described himself as a quiet madman, never far from tears, the Times said.

He lectured and taught as a professor and poet in residence at a number of Canadian colleges and universities into the late 1980s.

Layton was married five times.

He is survived by Anna Pottier, who he married in 1984, as well as two sons and two daughters.
(UPI)

Find Law article, Jan 5 06

http://news.findlaw.com/ap/i/628/01-05-2006/cfa3000c484b04b6.html
Top Canadian Poet Irving Layton Dies at 93
Republished Associated Press article

A Comet, Concordia University Journal, Jan 12 06

http://cjournal.concordia.ca/journalarchives/2006-07/jan_12/005935.shtml
Concordia University Journal article
Great Canadian poet Irving Layton dies at 93
by Barbara Black

Esteemed poet and former Concordia professor Irving Layton died on Jan. 4.

Poet, teacher and incandescent public personality Irving Layton died Jan. 4 at the age of 93. Recent tributes have hailed him as a Canadian literary icon. His funeral was attended by Leonard Cohen, Irwin Cotler and Moses Znaimer, among others.

Layton lit up the timid, tweedy literary scene in the 1960s like a comet. His sexual frankness shocked and delighted the Canadian public, who looked forward to his appearances on television, yet much of his work is lyrical and contemplative.

A Montrealer from infancy, he had strong connections with Concordia throughout his life. They go back to 1950, when he started teaching English part-time at Sir George Williams University. He continued to teach until 1964, and taught for another term at Concordia in 1978.

He was presented with an honorary degree in 1976, and served as writer in residence in 1989. In 1988, the English Department inaugurated the Irving Layton Award for Creative Writing, and gives it annually to an outstanding student.

Retired English professor Henry Beissel, himself a poet, was a good friend. Beissel said from his home near Ottawa that Layton “was a man engaged in his craft who worked hard at it.

“In fact, his willingness to leap into the dark may be his biggest contribution. He was a passionate man who never shied away from a fight, never tired of haranguing audiences that poetry is central to our culture.” Beissel said, Layton was extremely generous to his students.

As early as 1964, Sir George Williams University started to acquire material from Layton, and this continued over the years, largely under the direction of librarian Joy Bennett. Exhibits of Layton materials have been mounted in the Concordia libraries.

The above photo of Irving Layton was taken at the Loyola Faculty Club on March 1, 2001, when he attended a reception to acknowledge the transfer of some of his writing materials to the Concordia Libraries. His desk was acquired by Concordia’s Institute for Canadian Jewish Studies in 2000.

- Barbara Black

A Life Recorded, Jan 06

http://irving-layton.liferecorded.com/
Post on LifeRecorded.com (biography from www.irvinglayton.com)

First Name: Irving
Last Name: Layton
Date Born: 12 March 1912
Date Died: 04 January 2006
Birth Country: Canada Canada
Gender: Male

On the twelfth day of March 1912, Israel Pincu Lazarovitch, or Irving Layton, was born to Jewish parents in the Romanian town of Tirgul Neamt. There was an air of magic surrounding the birth of the youngest son of a quiet and deeply religious man and his dominant and practical wife. The child, who would one day grow up to be nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature, achieved early local fame due to his being born naturally circumcised, a sign which orthodox Jews believe is the mark of the Messiah. After Flamplatz, his mother's pet name for him (Yiddish for Exploding Flame), was told about the event surrounding his birth, he grew to believe in his own sense of destiny and immortality.

His family immigrated to Montreal in 1913, and was forced to live in a poor St. Urbain Street neighbourhood, later made famous by Mordecai Richler's novels. "Issie" and his older brothers and sisters faced daily struggles with, among others, the Montreal French Canadians, who were uncomfortable with the growing numbers of Jewish newcomers. "Issie" gained a reputation of fearlessness in the face of the attacks, and came to be called "Nappy," short for Napoleon, which also reflected his scrappy nature. When Irving was a young boy, his Mother was the centre of his world, and her little Flamplatz held the honour of being her youngest and favourite. Between receiving an alternating onslaught of Yiddish curses and warm displays of affection, Irving was taught about the duality of human nature, indeed of life itself. In addition, Layton's father Moishe (Moses), though unlike the colourful Keine (Klara), had a strong effect on his young son. A shy and almost docile man who felt he existed to visit the synagogue and study the Talmud in his small dark bedroom, Moishe had little direct contact with his children. Yet it was his strong sense of the Divine, of the Poetic, which would make its mark on the yet unhatched poet.

At thirteen years of age, after the death of his father in 1925 and after graduating from Alexandra Elementary School, Irving became a businessman--peddling household goods to Montrealers to the delight of his mother and sisters who considered this a worthwhile career. But despite their protests, Irving abandoned his short-lived and surprisingly successful stint as a door-to-door salesman and decided to enroll in Baron Byng High School where young Irving would be changed forever. Layton recalls hearing Mr. Saunders, his tenth grade English teacher, read Tennyson's ballad "The Revenge": "I'd never heard the English language so beautifully read, so powerfully rendered, and I remember sitting quietly in my seat and listening enraptured as the sounds filled the room...."

Irving's early literary influences included the poets Tennyson, Walter Scott, Wordsworth, Byron, and Shelly; the novelists Austen and George Eliot; the essayists Bacon, Goldsmith, Johnson, Addison, and Swift; and, of course, Shakespeare and Darwin. His hunger for knowledge was equalled only by that for truth, which led Layton into exploring political and philosophical thought. Among other writers, Layton began to read Marx and Nietszche, and though he began to deem himself a socialist, in later years Layton identified with the New Democratic Party of Canada. He joined the Young People's Socialist League for a short time, and had fierce debates with budding politicians such as David Lewis and poets such as A. M. Klein. With his "radical" ideas, Layton had become a threat to the Baron Byng administrative, and he was forced to leave before graduating. With little money, Layton had few options for higher education. With this in mind, he enrolled in MacDonald College in 1934 and received a Bachelor of Science degree in Agriculture.

Layton was writing more and more poetry, yet it did not attract the attention his later works would. However, at MacDonald College Layton wrote a column for the student newspaper "Failte Ye Times" which is where Layton's left-wing politics and radical ideas came into public view. In fact, some of the articles aroused so much suspicion by the students at "Mac" that years later Layton was blacklisted from entering the U.S.A. for almost fifteen years. In response to the articles he was writing, Layton founded the "Social Research Club" which served as a forum for opposing political views and featured speakers such as Dr. Norman Bethune. After years of participating in Montreal's social and political debates on a regular basis at places like Horn's Cafeteria, Layton's debating skills were formidable, and it was in 1935 that Layton and a schoolmate took on the Oxford-Cambridge debating team and won. Layton's speaking skills came to be his trademark, drawing large audiences at his peak.

In the mid 1930s, Layton met and befriended Louis Dudek, another young poet from Montreal. Their friendship was strong, but they often argued about their conflicting ideas about poetry, and their later feuds were much publicized. At this time, Layton continued to work odd jobs and still had no serious aspirations of becoming a writer, although one of Layton's short stories won the McGill Daily's prize. On the advice of his brother who had been living in the U.S., Layton spent a year in New York before returning to MacDonald College to complete his undergraduate degree.

The year was 1936, and Layton met Faye Lynch, the self-sufficient daughter of a middle-class family whom he would marry in 1938. Layton graduated from MacDonald College in 1939, and Faye and Irving moved to Halifax where Layton once again worked odd jobs, including working as a Fuller Brush Man. Realizing that he had married a woman he pitied but didn't love and being disenchanted by his life in general, Layton decided, one evening, to return to Montreal. He began teaching English to recent immigrants to make ends meet, and continued for many years. Indecisive about his future and enraged by Hitler's bloodshed, Layton enlisted in the Canadian army in 1942.

While serving as a Brigade Commander in Petawawa, Layton met Betty Sutherland, an accomplished painter (and later poet), while on leave. Layton would soon after divorce Faye and marry Betty. Their union would produce Layton's first two children: Maxwell Rubin (1946) and Naomi Parker (1950). Betty's brother was John Sutherland, a poet and the editor of First Statement, a literary magazine begun by Sutherland when the more established Preview rejected his submissions. Among Preview's editors were F. R. Scott, P. K. Page, A. M. Klein, and Patrick Anderson. In 1943, Layton was given an honorable discharge from the army and returned to Montreal for good.

Layton became a close friend of John Sutherland, and, along with Louis Dudek, became an editor of First Statement Press, lending his efforts to raising money for its upkeep. The first book published by the press was Layton's Here and Now in 1945. Later that year, First Statement and Preview united as Northern Review. At this time, the younger poets--Layton, Souster, Sutherland, and others--were at odds with an aging group of poets and their supporters, such as Northrop Frye, as to the nature and meaning of poetry itself. The younger group was adamant that poetry must express social realities in order to remain relevant, and that Canadian poets must forge their own identity rather than look to England to set the tone for the next century of writing.

Despite the disdain of all things British within their circle, John Sutherland introduced Layton to the British poets Auden, Yeats, Eliot, Spender, and, one of Layton's favourite writers, D. H. Lawrence, whose openness about sexuality intrigued him. In 1944, Layton wrote his first major poem, "The Swimmer," in Child's restaurant near the Princess Theatre in Montreal. Running into Child's and grabbing the waitress's pen, Layton scribbled the poem at a frenzied pace. Layton considers this to be a pivotal moment--he finally joined the ranks of poets and saw his destiny materializing.

Yet as Layton often says, artists must align themselves with reality in order to survive. So in 1946, after receiving his M.A. in Political Science with a thesis on Harold Laski, Layton considered teaching as a career. In 1949, Layton began teaching English, History, and Political Science at the Jewish parochial high school, Herzliah. He was an energetic and influential teacher and was well liked and respected by his students, many of whom became poets, writers, and artists. Among his students were poet/songwriter Leonard Cohen and television magnate Moses Znaimer. Layton would continue to teach for the greater part of his life: as a teacher of modern English and American poetry at Sir George Williams (now Concordia) University and as a tenured professor at York University in the 1970s, as well as delivering many lectures and readings throughout Canada. Layton would pursue his Ph.D. in 1948, under the auspices of Frank Scott, though he would abandon it due to the demands of his already hectic professional life.

During this time, Layton, distancing himself from the increasingly religious Sutherland, worked with Dudek and Souster to write Cerberus, a compilation of the three poets' work, which was published by Contact Press. (Layton became one of Contact Press's first editors, holding the position from the 50s until the early 60s.) Cerberus is an important book because it was written partly in response to Cid Corman's Origin and the energy that American poetry was expressing at this time. Layton now realized that he and his key contemporaries were part of a new movement in poetry--an energy that was moving away from the post World War I Romantic poetry that had been the mainstay for so long.

During this time, Layton's popularity increased dramatically, starting in 1951 with the publication of The Black Huntsmen. Irving continued to teach at Herzliah and Sir George Williams as well as occasionally lecturing at McGill in Political Science. He also continued to teach English and Literature at the Jewish Public Library, and it was here that Layton would meet and befriend Musia Schwartz, a woman who has remained a loyal friend to him for over five decades. By the mid 50s, Layton was more prolific than at any other time in his career, and many believe that his verse was at its best during this time. He gave many readings, received numerous awards, and appeared on the CBC televised debating program Fighting Words, where Layton, the fiercest debater, was crowned "Mr. Fighting Words." Layton was becoming well known for his booming voice, engaging personality, and anti-bourgeoisie attitudes. He enjoyed smashing Canada's puritanism and creating controversy. He gained international popularity, with Italy, Germany, and South Korea expressing interest in him. His books started being translated into Spanish, Italian, Greek and Korean.

At his most prolific, Layton was publishing a book almost every year: the pace not slowing until the mid 1980s. Layton soon began to win Canada Council grants, the first of which was in 1957 for The Improved Binoculars. By the mid 50s, Layton's work had become recognized by Canada's large publishing houses, and it was in 1959 that McClelland & Stewart published Layton's A Red Carpet for the Sun, which won the Governor General's Award. It was the beginning of a long-standing and mutually rewarding relationship between Layton and McClelland & Stewart, though Layton was also published by smaller publishing companies like Mosaic Press and foreign presses such as Spain's Divers Press and Greece's Hermia Publications. It was also in 1959 that Layton won the prestigious Senior Arts Fellowship. The fellowship enabled Irving to travel abroad and write, which he would continue to do for years to come, visiting places such as Italy, Israel, and India. Layton especially liked Greece, often staying with Cohen in Hydra or Molibos during the Canadian winters. While travelling in the late 60s, Layton wrote The Whole Bloody Bird (1969), a travel book of sorts and one of Layton's personal favourites. A departure from Layton's earlier books, it is not simply a collection of poetry, but also a compilation of daily observations about life, which Layton transforms into clever aphorisms as well as poems. Layton's personality is on full display; we see the ironic humour, the scathing wit, the amorous lover, and the aging prophet.

It was in the late 50s, the height of his career, when friends introduced Layton to the younger Aviva Cantor, a spirited woman with an artistic flair and love of books, and the two quickly became inseparable, Layton later making her his third wife. Irving and Betty would soon separate on friendly terms (they would remain friends until her death in 1984). Layton had been awarded several honorary degrees and was in high demand as a speaker and workshop teacher in Canada and abroad when he would become the proud father of another son, David (1964). Over the next few years, Layton's demanding schedule became the dominating force in his life, resulting in Irving and Aviva's decision to separate.

In the 1970s, Irving would befriend Harriet Bernstein, once a student of Layton's. After a whirlwind courtship, Irving married Harriet, and in 1981, a second daughter, Samantha Clara Layton, was born. The short-lived marriage to the woman from a wealthy and powerful Toronto family caused Layton much grief. The result of this grief was The Gucci Bag, which provided Layton an outlet through which to vent his sadness and frustration over his lost love and his separation from Samantha.

However, the early 1980s would not be devoid of joy. As Layton had hoped, he was nominated for the Nobel Prize by Italy and Korea, though eventually the prize would go to Gabriel Garcia Marquez. A few years later, Layton would meet Anna (Annette) Pottier, an aspiring painter and poet, at one of Irving's readings in the 1980s, and she would write to him asking for advice about writing poetry. Throughout his life, Irving has believed that his mother's presence protects and guides him, and so when he learned that Anna was born the day of his mother's death in 1959, he took it as a sign to commit to Anna, who became his fifth and last wife. They would live in the middle-class Notre Dame de Grace neighbourhood of Montreal from 1983 until the mid 1990s when the couple separated.

Since November 2000, Layton has been residing comfortably at Maimonides in Montreal, and is kept company by lifelong friend Musia Schwartz, two companions, and many friends and fans. Layton continues to receive regular requests from textbook publishers in Canada and the U.S. to reprint his work, establishing him as one of the most published poets in North America.

Throughout his career, Layton's "tell it like it is" style won him an equal amount of enemies and worshippers. Fighting a battle against Puritanism for most of his life, Layton's work had provided the bolt of lightening that was needed to split open the thin skin of conservatism and complacency in the poetry scene of the preceding century, allowing modern poetry to expose previously unseen richness and depth. The 1940s through to the 1960s were years of discovery, and many writers have acknowledged Layton as both Teacher and Prophet. Layton inspired many to follow his lead and tirelessly helped younger poets and writers in need. Throughout the years, Layton has bestowed his love of words, sound, and indeed his love of life itself upon audiences and readers. Leonard Cohen once said, "I taught him how to dress, he taught me how to live forever."

Irving died 4 january 2006.

Library and Archives Canada, Jan 06

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Library and Archives Canada
Irving Layton (1912-2006)

Canadian poet, short-story writer and essayist. He is perhaps the best-known of a group of Montreal poets who battled against the romanticism of poetry in the mid-twentieth century. His poems express a vigorous sensuality and a contempt for what he regards as society's hypocrisy. He published many poetry collections including A Red Carpet for the Sun (1959) which won the Governor General's Award for poetry. In 1981 he was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Library and Archives Canada holds a large collection of Irving Layton's published work, as well as archival records of his life and works in our collection of photography, film and sound recordings, documentary art and textual material. Among these resources are:

Harold Town portraits

Francis Reginald Scott fonds

Seymour Mayne fonds

Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, Radio

For historical information visit:
List item Library and Archives Canada - What's New Archives (2005)
List item Library and Archives Canada - What's New Archives (2004)
List item National Archives of Canada - News & Events Archive (1999-2003)
List item National Library of Canada - What's New Archives (1999-2003)

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Raucous Reputation, Los Angeles Times, Jan 14 06

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Irving Layton, 93; Outspoken Writer Transformed Canadian Poetry With Provocative, Gritty, Erotic Works
From Times Staff and Wire Reports
January 14, 2006

Irving Layton, an internationally known Canadian writer who published about 50 books of poetry and prose over more than five decades and became one of his country's top poets, has died. He was 93.

Diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease in 1994, Layton died Jan. 4 in a long-term care facility in Montreal. He had also suffered from Parkinson's disease.

Controversial and outspoken, Layton wrote angry, gritty, romantic and erotic poems in an attempt to, in his words, "disturb the accumulated complacencies of people." He criticized Canadians for blandness and dullness and insulted religion. He lashed out at the Holocaust and all forms of hatred and racism.

Layton seemed to revel in his raucous reputation. The more critics sneered, the more provocative and abrasive he became.

"I am a genius who has written poems that will survive with the best of Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Keats," Layton said in 1972.

Twenty years later, he told the Toronto Star: "My life has been a remarkable life and a beautiful life, and I can point to my achievements and know that my name will not die. I am quite famous and for me to have fame is to have the first installment on immortality."

He was hypercritical of others' assessment. Although he had authorized a biography of himself by Elspeth Cameron, when her "Irving Layton: A Portrait" was published in 1985, he publicly lambasted both the author and what she had written. He accused her of factual errors, misquotations and willful misinterpretations and told critics she besmirched his reputation.

The same year, he published his own memoirs, "Waiting for the Messiah: Reflections on My Early Days."

In reviewing both books for the Toronto Star, Ken Adachi commented: "History and his undoubted talent, the revolutionary and visceral way in which he transformed Canadian poetry, have made Layton a public figure. His favorite motif seems to be the mirror, the reflection of a monumental ego and a flair for self-dramatization."

Layton's work often shocked critics in the 1940s and '50s. But subsequent experts declared him a major — and even great — poet whose work could be reread frequently without becoming tiresome and could stand up to impersonal, systematic academic scrutiny.

"He was as famous as a Canadian writer could get at the time," said McGill University English professor Brian Trehearne after Layton's death.

Layton was born Israel Lazarovitch to Jewish parents in Neamtz, Romania, on March 12, 1912.

His family immigrated to Canada a year later, settling in a tough multiethnic neighborhood in Montreal. Its mean streets later became the backdrop for many of his graphic, often bawdy poems.

Layton earned a bachelor's degree in agriculture from Canada's Macdonald College and a master's in political science and economics from McGill University.

He was a lieutenant in the Canadian Army during World War II. He taught and held university posts as poet and writer in residence for many years.

Layton married five times and had four children. Survivors include two sons and two daughters.

Friday, January 13, 2006

I Remember by D. Bukowski, Globe & Mail, Jan 12 06

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I REMEMBER
By DENISE BUKOWSKI
Thursday, January 12, 2006 Page S7

Irving Layton

Toronto literary agent Denise Bukowski writes about Irving Layton, whose obituary appeared on Jan. 5.

"I have just written the best book of my entire life." Irving Layton was back from Greece and the words rolled off his tongue like buttery sunlight. When was this? Every year between 1973 and 1979, when I was his editor at McClelland & Stewart. And every year we published that book. We knew that, if we didn't, someone else surely would, and his collections, unlike most poetry, always made money. My job was to make the volume the best it could be, and Irving loved the push and shove of pummelling it into shape. One year, after the mud-wrestling was done, I went on vacation. When I came back, I found poems we had taken out of the manuscript in the published book; he had called the proofreader to say there had been a terrible mistake -- poems were missing!

But how could you not adore a man who spent most of his free time in European cafés and still spelled espresso with an x? Who drove the wrong way down one-way streets and couldn't navigate a driveway without hitting a house? He was so outrageously charming, so cagey, and so blessedly free of writer's angst that every one of those books was an adventure and a joy. Even when he outsmarted me, which was often. Once, I discovered that some poems in a "new" collection had already appeared in his Collected Poems. When I raised the matter, he chortled with his usual bravado, "Well, you can't blame me for trying."

Readers are invited to send 250-word reminiscences about people who have been the subject of a recent obituary (not a death notice) in The Globe. Submissions about a friend, colleague or loved one may be sent to: Obituaries Editor, The Globe and Mail, 444 Front St. W., Toronto, Ont., M5V 2S9. E-mail: obit@globeandmail.ca

Influential, Monstersandcritics.com, Glasgow, Scotland, Jan 14 06

http://arts.monstersandcritics.com
Canadian poet Irving Layton dead at 93
Jan 14, 2006, 2:38 GMT

MONTREAL, QC, Canada (UPI) -- Canadian poet Irving Layton has died in Montreal, Quebec, at age 93.

Layton died Jan. 4 from Alzheimer`s disease diagnosed in 1994, the Los Angeles Times reported Friday.

Layton published more than 40 volumes of verse and prose dating to the mid-1940`s and was given his country`s highest honor, the Order of Canada, in 1976.

He was born Irving Peter Lazarovitch in a small town in Romania and moved with his family to Canada.

Layton was both influential and controversial and described himself as 'a quiet madman, never far from tears,' the Times said.

He lectured and taught as a professor and poet in residence at a number of Canadian colleges and universities into the late 1980s.

Layton was married five times.

He is survived by Anna Pottier, who he married in 1984, as well as two sons and two daughters.

Copyright 2006 by United Press International

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In Memoriam (and Layton poem), blog entry, Jan 06

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In Memoriam: Irving Layton 1912-2006
posted by Brian Campbell at 11:31 PM

AGAINST THIS DEATH

I have seen respectable
death
served up like bread and wine
in stores and offices,
in club and hostel,
and from the streetcorner
church
that faces
two-ways;
I have seen death
served up
like ice.

Against this death,
slow, certain:
the body,
this burly sun,
the exhalations
of your breath,
your cheeks
rose and lovely,
and the secret
life
of the imagination
scheming freedom
from labour
and stone.

-- Irving Layton

Shocked Critics, Everything New Orleans (nola.com), Jan 5 06

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Irving Layton

MONTREAL (AP) — Irving Layton, a prolific writer and one of Canada's top poets, died. He was 93.

Diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease in 1994, Layton died Wednesday in a long-term care facility surrounded by caregivers and longtime friend Musia Schwartz, said Lisa Blobstein, spokeswoman for the Maimonides Geriatric Centre.

Layton published more than 40 books of poetry and prose over more than five decades, making his way to the top of Canada's literary hierarchy.

Canadian Justice Minister Irwin Cotter said Layton "taught me how to think." Layton taught for many years. He held university posts as poet-or writer-in-residence and was nominated for a Nobel Prize in literature in 1982. Layton was named to the Order of Canada in 1976 — Canada's highest honor.

His gritty, satiric and erotic poems often shocked critics in the 1940s and 1950s.

Yahoo! Spain article, Jan 5 06

http://es.news.yahoo.com/05012006/159/fallecio-poeta-canadiense-irving-layton.html
5 de enero de 2006, 21h41

Falleció el poeta canadiense Irving Layton

MONTREAL, Canadá (AFP) - El poeta canadiense Irving Layton falleció el miércoles a la edad de 93 años en un hospital de Montreal, después de vivir durante varios años con el mal de Alzheimer, anunció este jueves la prensa.
Israël Lazarovitch, su verdadero nombre, nació en 1912 en Rumania. Cuando tenía un año, su familia se mudó a Montreal.

Después de su primera publicación, 'Here and Now' (1945), se convirtió en uno de los poetas más destacados de los años 1950 y 1960.

Con unas cuarenta obras en su haber, Layton obtuvo en 1958 el premio Gobernador General de Canadá por su recopilación 'A Red Carpet for the Sun'. También fue dos veces considerado para el premio Nobel de literatura.

Charlotte Observer, NC article, Jan 8 06

http://www.charlotte.com/mld/charlotte/news/13576511.htm

Irving Layton

MONTREAL -- Irving Layton, a prolific writer and one of Canada's top poets, died Wednesday. He was 93. Diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease in 1994. Layton published more than 40 books of poetry and prose over more than five decades, making his way to the top of Canada's literary hierarchy. -- Associated Press

There Once was a Poet Named Irving, blog entry, Jan 5 06

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Re: Irving Layton, 93
« Reply #1 on Jan 5, 2006, 1:02am »

There once was a poet named Irving
Of the Nobel, he once was deserving
But in dirt he now lies
So if e'er he shall rise
'Twould certainly be quite unnerving

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For Irving, blog entry, Jan 4 06

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Irving Layton, 93
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Canadian poet Irving Layton dies at 93
By SCOTT DEVEAU
Wednesday, January 4, 2006

Canadian poet Irving Layton died Wednesday in a Montreal care facility where had been living since 2000.

The 93-year old poet, who was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature, had been suffering from Alzheimer's disease. At his death, he was surrounded by several caregivers and his long-time friend, Musia Schwartz at the Maimonides Geriatric Centre in Montreal.

For an in depth look at the poet's life and death, see Thursday's Globe and Mail.

Born in the small Romanian town of Tirgul Neamt in 1912 to Jewish parents, Mr. Layton emigrated to Canada in 1913. His family settled in Montreal, where he grew up a poor neighbourhood around St. Urbain Street.

His often boisterous behaviour and anti-bourgeois attitude earned him as many admirers as it did detractors, and his notoriety became legendary among Canadian poets.

In the 1930's, while a student at MacDonald College, his socialist writing led to him later being blacklisted from entering the U.S. for nearly 15 years.

In the 1940's, along with fellow Canadian poets John Sutherland, Raymond Souster, and Louis Dudek, Mr. Layton railed against the older generation of poets, including Northrop Frye. Their efforts helped define the tone of the post-war generation poets in Canada. They argued that modern poetry should set its own style, independent of the British style, and reflect the social realities of the day.

Though he spent much of his career as a teacher, first at a high school then as a political science professor at Sir George Williams University (now Concordia), York University, and lectured at a number of universities across the country, his true passion and fame arose from poetry.

Among his students were poet/songwriter Leonard Cohen and media magnate Moses Znaimer. Mr. Cohen was said of Mr. Layton: "I taught him how to dress, he taught me how to live forever."

His star rose dramatically in the early 1950's after the publication of a collection of poems called The Black Huntsmen. He became a staple on the CBC televised debating program Fighting Words, where he earned a reputation as a fierce debater.

Among his many awards during his prolific career was the Governor-General's Award for A Red Carpet for the Sun, the first of many to be produced for the publishing house McClelland & Stewart in 1959.

Mr. Layton was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1981, but eventually lost to Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

He was named to the Order of Canada in 1976.

Mr. Layton was married five times and fathered four children.

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New York Times Inaccuracies, blog entry, Jan 13 06

http://www.quicktopic.com/24/H/X8VDXg3fMZU
Posted by kevin 01-13-2006 12:29 PM ET (US)

I didn't realize Cid Corman was Canadian, or is that a mistake?

Posted by ZW 01-13-2006 12:52 PM ET (US)

It's a mistake. Neither was Jonathan Williams. That obit is embarrassingly full of factual inaccuracies. From the Times?! I know, shocking...

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Mind Blowing Significance, quicktopic.com, Jan 13 06

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Posted by Anonymous 01-13-2006 10:53 PM ET (US)

Hello,

A good site is www.irvinglayton.com. May this wonderful poet be remembered for his mind blowing significance.

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Irving gets his NYT Obituary, quicktopic.com, Jan 13 06

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Bookninja (George)01-13-2006 11:33 AM ET (US)

Irving gets his NYT obit

Here. (I thought our country's highest honour was scoring a goal against Russia in international hockey. You know, like five of them. You learn something new every day.)

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Clinging to Headlines, Worldwide, quicktopic.com, Jan 9 06

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Bookninja (George)01-09-2006 10:00 AM ET (US)

More Irving

A little more Irving, clinging to headlines, worldwide.

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Cameron's "breakthrough" comment, quicktopic.com, Jan 6 06

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Posted by Bookninja (George) 01-06-2006 07:28 PM ET (US)

What about Cameron's "breakthrough" comment. Was what Irving did actually breaking through, or was it just "first Canuck through the breach"?

G

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Backhanded Bowering Compliment, quicktopic.com, Jan 6 06

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Posted by ZW 01-06-2006 06:04 PM ET (US)

Gotta love the backhanded compliment from Bowering in the Star piece. Fun game: go through the archives and see what Irving's said about George, Charles Olson and the TISHites...

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More Layton Encomium, quicktopic.com, Jan 6 06

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Posted by Bookninja (George) 01-06-2006 10:24 AM ET (US)

More Layton encomium

And deservedly so. That old lech was, on average, a great poet--his most enduring work cancelling out the scads of dross. Star. Reuters. JTA. Spectator. Gazette/VC Sun.

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A Canadian Great, quicktopic.com, Jan 4 06

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Posted by Bookninja (George) 01-04-2006 09:53 PM ET (US)
RIP: Irving Layton

A Canadian great, dead at 93.

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Wish I'd known you, Israel, quicktopic.com, Jan 5 06

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Posted by ZW 01-05-2006 11:08 AM ET (US)

The greatest of Canadian poets and one of my favourite poets from any country or era. No one lived the "inescapable lousiness of growing old" as he did the last fifteen-odd years, so it's a welcome, though no less sad, piece of news to hear it's over. Wish I'd known you, Israel.

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620 KTAR, Phoenix, AZ article Jan 5 06

http://www.620ktar.com/?nid=27&sid=133768

Republished Associated Press article.

Our Greatest Champion of Poetry, The Toronto Star, Jan 4 06

http://www.thestar.com
Great Canadian poet Layton dead at 93
Jan. 4, 2006. 10:47 PM

PHILIP MARCHAND
BOOKS COLUMNIST

Irving Layton, one of the first Canadian poets to gain international stature and a controversial presence on the national scene for decades, died in Montreal yesterday at the age of 93.

“He is our greatest poet, our greatest champion of poetry,” long-time friend Leonard Cohen proclaimed. “Alzheimer’s could not silence him and neither will death.”

Before Layton, Canadian poets tended to be regarded as tweedy romantics, celebrating nature in the Victorian tradition. of Victorian landscape verse. Layton changed all that. His poetry owed more to his childhood experience of his acid-tongued mother and the verbal combativeness of the Jewish immigrant community in Montreal than it did to Longfellow or Wordsworth. He was also the first Canadian literary figure to use the media as a vehicle of self-promotion.

Irving Layton was born in 1912, in Romania. His parents, Moishe and Klara Lazarovitch, immigrated to Montreal with their eight children a year later. Like another celebrated literary figure from Montreal, Mordecai Richler, the young Israel Lazarovitch grew up with an aggressive mother who dominated a weak-willed father. Throughout his life Layton retained the brittle self-confidence of a boy favoured by his mother over her own husband.

The family was mired in poverty —

Klara barely supported her brood by running a tiny grocery store, but Layton managed to obtain a high school education while working at odd jobs, and to graduate from Macdonald College, an agricultural school affiliated with McGill. After a brief stint in the wartime army during World War II — he never left Canada — Layton obtained an MA in economics and political science from McGill in 1946.

For years he was a magnetic presence teaching history and literature at a Jewish high school in Montreal before realizing a life-long ambition in 1969 he cherished the ambition of a full-time university position, a goal finally realized in 1969 when he became professor of English at York University.

Before then, . He was a magnetic presence in the classroom, with his powerful physical strength, energy and articulate enthusiasm for the poetry he taught.

As a McGill student, Layton met two other poets, Louis Dudek and John Sutherland, who shared a desire for a more modern approach to verse. Sutherland founded a periodical entitled First Statement, favouring poetry tied to everyday “un-poetic” subjects in language close to the street. In typical fashion, Layton eventually feuded with both poets, but Sutherland’s magazine provided an outlet for Layton’s early work.

Layton’s first collection, Here and Now, appeared in 1945. One of its more notable poems was “De Bullion Street,” about Montreal’s red-light district, which compared a mission and church to “hemorrhoids on the city’s anus.” This was plain language with a vengeance. It was just the beginning. Layton’s books poured out from literary presses in the late ’40s and ’50s. In 1956, a volume of his selected poems, The Improved Binoculars, was distributed by his first commercial publisher, Ryerson Press, then affiliated with the United Church. Insiders were An editorial committee of the Press was so offended by poems such as “De Bullion Street” that the name of Ryerson Press was removed from the copyright page.

The controversy attracted the attention of publisher Jack McClelland, whose publishing company issued Layton’s breakthrough book, A Red Carpet for the Sun, in 1959. “His poems don’t suffer from the problem of most modern poetry (in which) which has developed so that poets are communicating only with other poets, and the average person can’t comprehend the symbolism,” McClelland told a reporter at the time. The book sold well.

South of the border, the great modernist poet William Carlos Williams called Layton “a backwoodsman with a tremendous power to do anything he wants with verse.”

The comment sounded mildly patronizing, but it was also recognition of the power of such Layton poems as “A Tall Man Executes A Jig,” and “The Bull Calf,” which combined deep feeling with lucid statement and smouldering language.

By that point, Layton was inescapable. On the wings of frequent appearances on was a frequent guest on CBC television’s Fighting Words, a talk show that provided a perfect forum for his gift for diatribe and debate. Helped by his poetry readings and media interviews, he developed the persona of a hot-blooded, lusty poet glorying in sex and riotous living, in defiance of his pinched, repressed , puritanical fellow Canadians. To reporter June Callwood, however, he insisted on his faithfulness as a husband. “There is not the smallest crumb of truth in the stories one hears about my philandering,” he said. “I had coffee romances and then fantasized them into poems, that’s all.”

His marital life was certainly eventful. In 1938 he married Faye Lynch, a bookkeeper whose salary helped support Layton while still a student. He was repelled by her obesity; at one point, according to Elspeth Cameron’s biography Irving Layton: A Portrait, he forced her to sign a contract promising to lose weight.

Not surprisingly, this first marriage failed. Subsequent wives included Betty Sutherland, sister of his friend John Sutherland and half-sister to actor Donald Sutherland and mother of his children Max and Naomi; Aviva Layton Whiteson, mother of his son David, who published Motion Sickness, an unflattering portrait of his father in 1999; Harriet Bernstein, mother of his daughter Samantha; and Anna Pottier, his last wife, from whom he separated in 1995. Aviva, nee Cantor, retained a friendship with the poet until the end of his life. “Irving sparkled in an era now gone,” she comments. “For a long time, he was right at the centre of Canadian literature and he had a very full life.”

Layton was equally outspoken about politics. as he was about sex and poetry. In his youth he was a fervent Communist and always professed Marxist leanings. But it was 19th-century philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche who most influenced him. Like the philosopher, Layton thought of himself as a member of a spiritual elite, swept away by the life force, using his art to reconcile joy and suffering, reason and passion.

Later he grew to despise communism, and scandalized his fellow Canadian literati by supporting the American war in Vietnam.

and even sent one of his books, The Shattered Plinths, to President Lyndon Johnson.

At the same time

The quality of his poetry declined markedly throughout the ’70s and ’80s, often being reduced to bombast and belligerence. By the time Alzheimer’s disease silenced Layton in the late ’90s, his poetic reputation had begun to slide. Nonetheless, he retained devoted readers.

“I loved him,” comments Patrick Lane, one of Canada’s best-known contemporary poets. “I loved especially his sheer joy at being male…He was a true original, someone we haven’t seen in our culture for a long time.”

Former Canadian poet laureate George Bowering says Layton testifies to Layton’s historical importance. “He “had an energy that blew apart the lah-dee-dah approach to poetry that was offered to us then. I think that maybe he was one of those guys who opened the way for poets who were better than him. You certainly wouldn’t have seen an Al Purdy without Layton.”

Former Toronto poet laureate Dennis Lee says of Layton, “He probably had the richest vocabulary of any poet in Canada.”

His knowledge of the language you wouldn’t necessarily expect, but it was very sophisticated. He really was drunk on language in the best possible way.”

Both Lee Lee and Layton’s biographer, Elspeth Cameron, agree there are a dozen or 15 poems Layton leaves behind that will ensure his immortality. Cameron maintains this position despite the ferocious war Layton waged against her candid 1985 biography of him.

when it appeared in 1985. Cameron,

Now an adjunct professor of English and Canadian studies at Brock University, she recalls receiving around 500 hate letters from her subject. “He sent me a drawing, a picture of me with a noose around my neck,” Cameron says. “He threatened my parents, he threatened to burn down my house. We were all pretty scared.”

Nevertheless, Cameron sticks by her high assessment of Layton as a poet. “He was one of the first of what we would call the ethnic or multi-cultural voices in this country, a writer who was neither WASP nor French Canadian,” Cameron says. “I think the kind of poetry he wrote was truly a breakthrough from the kind of Romantic British poetry that came before him. He wasn’t a fluke ..... His work wasn’t a kind of blip in Canadian literary history he was a major figure.”

Comcast.net article, Jan 5 06

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Top Canadian Poet Irving Layton Dies at 93
Republished Associated Press article Jan 5

Décès du Poète, Nouvelobs.com, Jan 5 06

http://permanent.nouvelobs.com/culture/20060105.OBS1109.html
NOUVELOBS.COM | 05.01.06 | 18:28
Décès du poète
Irving Layton

Le poète canadien d'origine roumaine Irving Layton est mort atteint de la maladie d'Alzheimer.

L a presse a annoncé jeudi 5 décembre que le poète canadien anglophone Irving Layton est décédé mercredi 4 décembre à l'âge de 93 ans dans un hôpital de Montréal, après avoir souffert pendant une dizaine d'années de la maladie d'Alzheimer.
Né en 1912 en Roumanie, son vrai nom était Israël Lazarovitch. Sa famille s'est installée à Montréal alors qu'il n'avait qu'un an.
Après son premier recueil "Here and Now", paru en 1945, il devient l'un des poètes les plus remarqués des années 1950 et 1960.

Hommage de Léonard Cohen

"Il y avait Irving Layton, et il y avait les autres", affirme le chanteur Leonard Cohen, dans un message au quotidien anglophone de Montréal The Gazette.
"C'est notre plus grand poète. La maladie d'Alzheimer ne l'a pas fait taire, et la mort ne le fera pas non plus", a ajouté le chanteur qui connaît Irving Layton depuis les années 1950 et le considère comme son mentor.
Auteur d'une quarantaine d'ouvrages, Irving Layton a obtenu en 1958 le prix du Gouverneur général du Canada pour son recueil "A Red Carpet for the Sun". Il a également été deux fois en compétition pour le prix Nobel de littérature.

Dans la deuxième partie de sa vie, il s'est davantage penché sur ses origines juives, affirmant: "l'Holocauste est mon symbole". "L'Homme oublie quel monstre terrifiant il peut être. Je veux rappeler en permanence aux gens qu'ils sont au bord du désastre", disait-il.
Une sélection de ses poèmes a été traduite en français et publiée en 2001 sous le titre "Layton, l'essentiel".

A Poem for Irvin,, blog entry (and poem for Irving), Jan 9 06

http://sweetlife.blogster.com/poem_irving_layton.html
Welcome To The Sweet Life
A Poem About Irving Layton

Layton reading; Layton dancing; Layton

I

Like a cabby
he stands:
short, solid,
earth-like

and bends forward
to the god of all cabbies:
a foul-mouthed, cigar-chewing
uncle of a god
who lives in a 4th floor walk-up
of a heaven.

He screams out
that Hitler
is alive and well
and living as a 16 year old punk
whose black girlfriend
is really Adolf Eichmann
and that together
they are
the Literary Establishment
of this chunk of ice.

He leans into the podium,
grips the book as if a steering wheel
and turns the pages with a single finger.
He guns his poem straight to your home.

You leave the room stinking
of tobacco stains, wisdom, and pain.


II

He wore torn pants
to his nephew's Bar Mitzvah
and brought a woman
who didn't look anything
like a wife.
He gave the kid
double-Chai
by dancing with angels
on the head of a pin.
"My frielich will never end," he cried,
tears running down his cheeks,
"My frielich will never end."


III

Layton, you are my father
fighting the battles we won years ago.
Layton, I am a Jew
and no one has pulled out my beard.
Layton, no Cossack ripped my son
from his Catholic mother's womb.
Layton, my poems are published
by penny-pinching Scots
who invite me into their homes
for whiskey and roast beef.
Layton, we have arrived.
Layton, we have arrived home.
And you Layton, you
have driven us here:
foul-mouthed and stinking of your god.

Layton, you will always be our cabby.

posted on January 9, 2006 12:19 PM

As Quirky as Prolific, New York Times, Jan 13 06

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/13/books/13layton.html
Irving Layton, 93, Canadian Poet With a Worldwide Following, Dies
By WOLFGANG SAXON
Published: January 13, 2006

Irving Layton, a Canadian poet as quirky as he was prolific, died on Jan. 4 in Montreal. He was 93.

The death was announced on his Web site, www.irvinglayton.com. Press reports from Montreal said the cause was Alzheimer's disease, diagnosed in 1994.

Foreign-born, though barely so, Mr. Layton became a national celebrity with an oeuvre of more than 40 volumes of verse and prose dating to the mid-1940's. He was both influential and controversial in Canada for decades. Admired by nobody more than himself, he also had his admirers in Europe and Asia, particularly in Italy and Korea.

In the United States his following was mainly confined to niches, like the school of Black Mountain poets, a leading forum of experimental verse, to whom he became a mentor. These poets, including Robert Creeley, could respond to Mr. Layton's idiosyncratic approach and use it in their innovative yet disciplined verse forms.

Mr. Layton was named to the Order of Canada in 1976, his country's highest honor.

Abrasive by nature, living an often flamboyantly unruly existence and seemingly enjoying his rambunctious reputation, he poured out verse that could be gritty, satirical, belligerent, acerbic or erotic. He described himself as "a quiet madman, never far from tears." Others thought of him as the combined Picasso and Mae West of Canadian poetry.

His air of self-importance and misogynous undertones put off some readers and may have contributed to his relative obscurity in the United States. But critics generally recognized him as a unique and earthy presence in Canadian letters who managed to bring poetry into contemporary affairs, and vice versa.

Irving Peter Lazarovitch - a surname later changed - was born in a small town in Romania and taken to Canada as an infant; the family eventually settled in Montreal. His first poem, dedicated to a teacher, was written in the sixth grade and included in a collection of love poetry published in 1986, "Dance With Desire." He graduated from Macdonald College in 1939 and, after serving in the Canadian Army artillery in World War II, received a master's degree from McGill University in 1946.

His first published volume of poetry was "Here and Now" in 1945. Subsequent volumes in the 1950's defined his voice as a literary figure, as did his voluminous correspondence with Creeley and the Canadian writers Cid Corman and Jonathan Williams. He lectured and taught as a professor and poet in residence at a number of Canadian colleges and universities into the late 1980's.

Mr. Layton was married five times, most recently to Anna Pottier in 1984. According to his Web site, his other survivors include his two sons, Max and David, and two daughters, Nao and Samantha.

LA Times article Jan 6

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Washington Times article Jan 13

http://washingtontimes.com/upi/20060113-043939-5288r.htm
Canadian poet Irving Layton dead at 93
Jan. 13, 2006 at 5:20PM

Canadian poet Irving Layton has died in Montreal, Quebec, at age 93.

Layton died Jan. 4 from Alzheimer's disease diagnosed in 1994, the Los Angeles Times reported Friday. Layton published more than 40 volumes of verse and prose dating to the mid-1940's and was given his country's highest honor, the Order of Canada, in 1976. He was born Irving Peter Lazarovitch in a small town in Romania and moved with his family to Canada. Layton was both influential and controversial and described himself as "a quiet madman, never far from tears," the Times said.

He lectured and taught as a professor and poet in residence at a number of Canadian colleges and universities into the late 1980s. Layton was married five times. He is survived by Anna Pottier, who he married in 1984, as well as two sons and two daughters.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Waiting for our Messiah

January 12, 2006

I was thinking of Irving only last week, wondering how he was getting along. I see he has now decided to go travelling. Of course, we'll miss him, but that's just our point of view. I'm sure he'll be back before we've fully realized he's gone.

Ann Diamond (Montreal, QC )

Posted on Legacy.com

To the Girls of my Graduating Class

January 12, 2006

I was privileged to have been taught by Irving Layton and, especially, to be in the class immortalized in his poem, "To the Girls of my Graduating Class". He is gone, but for me and the thousands of students he taught, his inspiration will endure forever.

Sol Nayman (Toronto, ON )

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Now is the Place

January 11, 2006

As a student of the United Talmud Torah I was a grade 8 student of an unforgetable teacher,who taught us History with no books and ran with us outside on Fletchers Field. A teacher never forgotten whose book Now is the Place (1948) which he autographed for us and which still has a place of honour in my bookcase. What more can be said of such a great personality never to be forgotten.

Myrna Lorraine Solomon (Pierrefonds, QC )
firefly1836@yahoo.ca

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ABC News article Jan 5

http://abcnews.go.com/International/wireStory?id=1475720
Irving Layton, One of Canada's Top Poet's, Dies at 93

Repubslihed Associated Press article Jan 4

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Canadian Jewish News article Jan 11

http://www.cjnews.com/viewarticle.asp?id=8257
Canadian Jewish News
Layton saw himself as Jewish maverick in stuffy Canada
By JANICE ARNOLD
Staff Reporter

His authorized biographer Francis Mansbridge wrote in Irving Layton: God’s Recording Angel that the celebrated poet saw himself as a “hot-blooded Jew cavorting in the Canadian drawing room, kicking out the windows to allow fresh air to enter.”

In his heyday in the postwar period and into the 1960s, the pugnacious Layton styled himself as the outsider who was going to shake up the staid sensibilities of English Canada and make poetry a force for raising consciousness. He also liked to tweak his fellow Jews for their bourgeois complacency and philistinism.

But try as he might, Layton made few enemies, at least, not for long. The outpouring of tributes upon his death last week at age 93 after suffering from Alzheimer’s disease for a dozen years reflects the affection many held for him.

With his years of bluster and swagger long behind him, the once leonine Layton in the past decade had become almost a pussycat.

Many were moved by his physical frailty, the decline of his mental and creative powers, and his aloneness, despite five marriages, four of which were official.

He had been living since November 2000 at Maimonides Geriatric Centre, where he enjoyed having his works read to him.

Extraordinarily prolific, he published 50 books between 1945 and 1992. His poetry had a lyrical and romantic style, but the content was often ironic, acerbic or erotic. Jewish themes were common, expressing a mix of despair and pride in his people’s place in the Christian world.

University of Ottawa English professor Seymour Mayne believes Layton is second only to A.M. Klein among Canadian Jewish poets, and ranks with Canada’s best five or six ever.

He thinks Layton has a lasting place in the Canadian canon, and he expects his work will now receive the scholarly and critical interest that it did not while he was alive. Among readers he already sees a revival, especially among the young. His students like his poems, especially for their wit.

“Layton’s work is polemical… it has a large vision, it looks at society, and not just personal experience,” said Mayne. “He was a public poet, and probably Canada’s first celebrity creative writer.”

Layton’s relationship with the Jewish community, though sometimes strained, remained strong, and he was “fiercely” Jewish, after his own fashion, Mayne said. He pointed out that after the Six Day War, Layton became a supporter of Israel, and did not waver in later years. In the 1970s, he took part in demonstrations for the freedom of Soviet Jewry.

In person, Layton was vivacious and gave his full attention to people he was with, Mayne said. “He was especially generous with his time and counsel to other, younger writers who would take their troubles to him. His door was always open. In that way he was like a chassidic rebbe, ready with a sympathetic ear and word of advice.”

Retired Concordia University English professor Mervyn Butovsky thinks Layton rushed far too much material to print before it was fit to be published. But he said some of his poems are very good, especially those that were heartfelt.

Butovsky, who was a contributor to the 1993 “festschrift” anthology Raging Like a Fire: A Celebration of Irving Layton, along with some of Canada’s leading literary figures, said Layton “pick and chose” various and often disparate elements, from the Israeli army to Karl Marx, to construct a complex Jewish identity that suited him.

“I interviewed him for about two hours in the early ’80s on this topic, and he was very comfortable with his choice… He was proudly Jewish, something a lot of people don’t recognize.”

One of his last anthologies, Fortunate Exile, published by McClelland and Stewart in 1987, was devoted to his writings on a Jewish theme. It was dedicated to “Father Abraham and his angry progeny.”

Butovsky points out that Layton said he saw himself as “a prophet and a clown,” which was bound to perplex others.

In 1997, on his 85th birthday, friends rallied in Montreal to raise money for full-time care to allow the failing Layton to stay in his home. In 1999, the Montreal Jewish community paid tribute to Layton with an evening during Jewish Book Month, held soon after the release of his son David’s scathing childhood memoir Motion Sickness.

There were 20 speakers, including his eldest child Max, then 53, who distanced himself from his half-brother’s portrayal. “I want to make clear that my father was not only a great poet, but a darn good father, and I love him dearly.” He said it was true his father was “torn between his muse and his domestic obligations,” yet could be fun and affectionate, and never dull.

At the event, Toronto television mogul Moses Znaimer recalled that when Layton was his English teacher at Herzliah High School in the 1950s, on the first day of class he wrote on the blackboard “99 per cent” following by a series of nines. “With a piercing gaze, he said that was the percentage of people who are philistines. We had no idea what that was, but I was determined not to be one,” Znaimer said.

Stan Asher, who was a teacher at Herzliah in the 1960s, remembers Layton would peddle his books at school. “He would say he was offering it to me at wholesale prices and promised that one day it would be a collector’s item.”

Musia Schwartz, a devoted friend to the end, first met Layton when she was a young immigrant from Poland after World War II attending his English class at the Jewish Public Library, along with other survivors. Their horrifying stories inspired some of his poems on the Holocaust.

Old friend and contemporary Shulamis Yelin, since deceased, described Layton in 1999 as “difficult, egotistical, arrogant and sharp-elbowed,” but deep down a “tender-hearted sissy. You can turn the screw, but at the same time have a big heart.”

Layton did not live a conventional Jewish life, but he never severed his association with the community. He was born Israel Lazarovitch in 1912 in Tirgul Neamt, Romania, the youngest of eight children. The family immigrated to Montreal the following year. They were poor; his father was a quiet religious man, his mother – to whom he was strongly attached – was a formidable character.

She believed her youngest was destined for greatness because he was born naturally circumcised.

Books, other than holy ones, were regarded as a frivolity, and Layton only discovered literature during his recuperation from serious burns suffered when a candle set his nightshirt on fire as a boy, according to Donald Winkler’s 2003 documentary A Red Carpet for the Sun: The Life of Irving Layton. Layton himself also spoke of a Baron Byng High School teacher as awakening him to the beauty of poetry.

Layton earned a degree in agriculture at Macdonald College in the 1930s and, in a communist phase, toyed with the idea of going to live in the Soviet Union. Instead he joined the Royal Canadian Air Force in 1942.

After the war he was at loose ends, until one day when he was in a cafeteria, in the proverbial blinding flash, he was inspired to write a poem. Grabbing the waitress’s pencil, he dashed off The Swimmer in five minutes. Layton was basically self-published through the late 1940s and 1950s. The title of the film by Winkler is taken from the collection that earned Layton a Governor General’s Award in 1959.

The advent of television allowed Layton to develop his persona as an iconoclast. He discovered the showman in him, and the power the medium had to make his work known.

He was openly sensual, derided Chrisitianity as “Judaism with a nose job” and embraced Jesus as a fellow Jew. Until then, he had been living a conventional life in Cote St. Luc, raising two children with his second wife Betty Sutherland and teaching school.

He taught at Concordia University (then Sir George Williams) from 1950 to 1964, and returned in 1989 as writer-in-residence for a year. He left the university a massive collection of manuscripts and correspondence, and in 2000, its Institute for Canadian Jewish studies acquired the desk he wrote at.

Institute head Norman Ravvin said at the time it was a perfect place for it because of Layton’s impact on younger Canadian Jewish writers and his “staking out [of] an outspokenly Jewish poetic voice that helped put Canadian poetry on the map.”

Concordia awarded him an honorary doctorate in 1976, the same year he was named an Officer of the Order of Canada. He also received honorary degrees from Bishop’s and York University, and was a professor of English at the Toronto school from 1969 to 1978.

Family friend and occasional visitor Rikee Madoff said that the day before he died, Layton “looked good, his face smooth and calm.” He sat beside the piano as she played old Yiddish songs for him.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Pontomac News article Jan 5

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Republished Associated Press article

WGMS Classical station, Washington posting

http://www.classical1035.com/index.php?nid=17

DW-World.de, Germany article Jan 8

http://www2.dw-world.de/romanian/kultur/1.167160.1.html
Ştiri culturale
January 8, 2006

Calendarul pricipalelor manifestări ale „Anului Mozart”; pianistul-poet Alfred Brendel la 75 de ani; ce oferă vizitatorilor oraşul portuar elen Patras, capitala culturală europeană în 2006; la moartea poetului canadian, originar din România, Irving Layton.

La Salzburg seria manifestărilor dedicate în acest an celui mai de seamă fiu al oraşului începe cu un spectacol în aer liber pe 27 ianaurie, când se împliniesc 250 de ani de la naşterea lui Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Tot atunci se deschide şi expoziţia „Viva! Mozart 2006“. Şi festivalul din Salzburg se va afla în acest an sub semnul aniversării compozitorului de excepţie. Punctul culminant al „Salzburger Festspiele“ va fi noua înscenare a „Flautului fermecat“ în regia lui Pierre Audi, la pupitrul Filarmonicii din Viena aflându-se Riccardo Muti. La Viena debutează tot în 27 ianuarie un imens spectacol pe tot cuprinsul metropolei austriece „Ein Fest für Mozart“. Expoziţii, numeroase concerte, mai cu seamă cele prezentate pe parcursul „Wiener Festwochen“ din lunile mai şi iunie, prezentări de film şi carte vor face parte din programul Mozart.

Şi alte oraşe oferă un amplu şi interesant program dedicat genialului compozitor: Augsburg, oraşul natal al tatălui lui Mozart, Leopold, Praga, unde în prezenţa compozitorului a avut loc în anul 1787 premeira operei „Don Giovanni“, dar şi la München, Würzburg şi Hamburg.

Pianistul–poet Alfred Brendel a împlinit săptămâna aceasta 75 de ani. Cu acest prilej casa de discuri Philips a realiazt un CD cu o selecţie din cariera sa de peste 5 decenii, întocmită de artist însuşi. Pe disc se găsesc compoziţii de Mozart, Schumann, Schubert sau Liszt. Alfred Brendel s-a născut în Moravia, la 5 ianuarie 1931, a urmat cursurile şcolii la Zagreb, unde a trăit şi grozăviile rãzboiului, primul său concert l-a susţinut apoi la Graz la vârsta de 17 ani. Dupã acest debut strălucit, Brendel, germano-austriac, însă cu înfluenţe italiene precum şi slave, care au marcat fără îndoialã caracterul şi stilul inconfundabil al intepretărilor sale, a devenit un oaspete nelipsit al marilor scene de concert ale lumii, periplul său pe mai multe continente întrerupându-l atunci când vrea să se dedice scrisului sau poeziei. El nu este numai pianist ci şi pictor, poet, totodatã autor de cărţi biografice şi de teoria muzicii, volumul său cel mai apreciat de critici a apărut, mai întâi în versiune englezã, în 1976 sub titlul "Musical thoughts and afterthoughts", iar în limba germană "Nachdenken über Musik", "Reflecţii despre muzică". "Compoziţia este cea care-i indică interpetului ce are de făcut şi nu invers", afirma adesea Brendel.

Oraşul portuar , Patras, pe care locuitorii îl numesc „poarta spre occident a Greciei“ al treilea ca mărime al ţării are titlul de capitală culrtală europeană în 2006. Patras s-a pregătit ca atare să primească vizitatori de pretutindei cu un program în valore de 17,5 milioane de euro. Între cele nu mai puţin de 150 de manifestări se numără expoziţia „Leonardo da Vinci“, numeroase spectacole cu tragedii antice, de poezie şi muzică. Un moment central al evenimentelor îl constitue carnavalul, cu care Patras atrage an de an turişti nu doar din Grecia, şi care anul acesta va dura şase săptămâni, din 21 ianuarie până pe 5 martie.

Unul din cei mai de seamă poeţi şi publicişti canadieni, Irving Layton s-a stins din viaţă în acestă săptămână la vârsta de 93 de ani, răpus după o lungă suferinţă de maladia Alzheimer. Israel Pincu Lazarovitch, sub acest nume s-a născut poetul în 1912 în Târgul Neamţ. Un an mai trâziu a emigrat cu părinţii în Canda unde a crescut într-un cartier sărac din Montreal, St. Urbain Street, devenit însă celebru mai târziu prin povestirile lui Mordecai Richler. Layton a fost un scriitor prolific, mai cu seamă în anii 70 şi 80, publicând peste 40 de volume de-a lungul vieţii, propus în 1982 şi pentru premiul Nobel pentru literatură.

Muzicianul Leonard Cohen, el însuşi poet, căruia Leyton i-a fost profesor în anii 50, devendindu-i apoi mentor şi prieten, spunea în aceste zile: „Irving Layton este cel mai mare poet al nostru, maladia Alzheimer nu a reuşit să-l reducă la tăcere, tot aşa n-o va putea face nici moartea.“

Medana Weident

My Telus website Jan 9

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Nobel-nominated poet Layton remembered for influence, talent

Poet Irving Layton is shown at his Montreal home on March 3, 1997. (CP/Montreal Gazette-Richard Arless Jr)

MONTREAL (CP) - Irving Layton, whose poetry earned him a Nobel Prize nomination, was remembered Sunday as a man who inspired people to lofty goals with his words and yet viewed the world with a playful optimism.

"He was like a boy, he was my wild, peculiar boy," Anna Pottier, his fifth wife, said after a service at a west-end funeral home.

"We were like two girls in a dorm, basically, talking and talking and laughing and talking and travelling."

Layton, who died Wednesday at age 93, was known by some as provocative and abrasive but Pottier spoke of the man who playfully tried to swipe bagels from a bakery and saw hope in blades of grass poking through cracks in city sidewalks.

Federal Justice Minister Irwin Cotler, who addressed the mourners at the funeral, later invoked Layton's "transformative impact" on the lives of Canadians and his outrage at injustice.

Cotler, who met Layton when the poet taught him in Grade 7, credited the poet with teaching him "how to think."

"I learned how to struggle for justice and the only way you can do that is by struggling against injustice," he said.

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"Irving Layton felt the injustice around him. His poetry was a means of conveying that message of injustice and mobilizing us in that struggle."

He described him as "a voice for the voiceless."

But it was as a literary icon that poet-singer Leonard Cohen remembered his friend. He brought one of Layton's books to the service and read from it.

"He is our greatest poet," Cohen said afterward. "Our greatest champion of poetry and these lines will endure and there is no sadness, no lamentation, no sorrow, no regret at this moment because that which Irving loved the best, which was his work, will survive him.

"There is no doubt generations to come will learn these verses and they will transcend any positions, any political strategies, any literary strategies. They're here, they're written in stone and they'll be read for a long, long time."

Layton died in a long-term care facility after a lengthy battle with Alzheimer's disease.

Pottier, who separated from Layton after his diagnosis in 1995, said it was hard to see him go downhill.

"To have watched a mountain be reduced to grains of sand - it was beyond me," she said.

During the time she knew him, she said she was astounded by his extraordinary energy.

"He crackled," she recalled, saying he lived up to his mother's nickname for him, which translated as "exploding flame."

"From the moment he woke up in the morning, to the minute he went to bed at night - all day long, just thinking and reading and writing and cogitating and confabulating." Then there might be a quick nap and then the whole process would start anew.

He wrote personal replies to anyone who wrote him and he didn't mind criticism, despite what some said.

"As long as people could marshall their facts and come at him with the passion that he had - bring it on," Pottier said. "He was very happy because of he was so sure of who he was."

A prolific writer, Layton published more than 40 books of poetry and prose during more than five decades.

He was named to the Order of Canada in 1976, held several university posts as poet-or writer- in-residence and was twice nominated for the Nobel Prize for literature. He was the only non- Italian to win Italy's Petrarch Award for Poetry.

Born Israel Lazarovitch in Romania on March 12, 1912, he was the youngest of seven children. His family immigrated to Canada when he was a year old and settled in a tough multiethnic neighbourhood of Montreal.

He started out writing for obscure literary magazines but gained widespread noteriety after winning the Governor General's Award in 1959. After that, he also became a familiar face on TV.

Media mogul Moses Znaimer, who also had Layton as a Grade 7 teacher, saw him then "as a rock star."

Znaimer said Layton drew criticism for his showmanship in the public eye but suggested his flamboyance made him a trailblazer for the celebrity-fixated society of the future.

"It was the showmanship that fused him in the public imagination and allowed him to do his work that much better," said Znaimer.

"I learned something from that exercise, that the new electronic media, the power of the image fused with the words is what the new poetry, the next generation poetry, would have to be like."

He sees Layton as "larger than life and someone who will last above all. I'm sure that's what he wanted and he should rest easy. I think the work will last."

That was echoed by Pottier, who said Layton's work is reaching a new audience slowly as his work is posted on the Internet. Layton had been out of print until last year.

Samantha Bernstein, Layton's daughter by his fourth wife and one of his four children, said people could remember her father by reading more. They should check out his work, she said with a smile, because "it shakes things up a lot more than most of the other poets."

But people should draw other lessons from Layton than from words on a page, she added.

"He ought to be remembered for his love of life, I think, most of all for his tremendous joy in living," she said. "He loved to inspire people by his joy, his sheer joy. That's what I think people should remember. There's not enough of that."

© The Canadian Press, 2006

Boston.com article Jan 9

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Irving Layton, 93, considered leading poet in Canada
By Reuters | January 9, 2006

TORONTO -- Irving Layton, one of Canada's most influential writers, whose powerful, sexually charged poetry often shocked critics in the 1940s and '50s, died Wednesday. He was 93.

The professor, writer and poet had suffered from Alzheimer's disease since 1994, and died in a long-term care facility in his hometown of Montreal.

One of the most published writers in North America, his early poetry focused on love and sex, making staid Canadians blush at his sometimes bawdy subject matter, and prompting critics to attack him for his radicalism.

As a result, the larger-than-life Mr. Layton had as many enemies as friends, and was considered a fierce debater as well as an outspoken social and political critic.

With a reputation as a hell-raiser, he would often engage in public arguments with politicians, writers and friends in his crusade against Puritanism and uniformity, and became a regular on the CBC Television debate program ''Fighting Words".

Mr. Layton was named to the Order of Canada in 1976 and nominated for the Nobel Prize in literature in 1982. He published more than 40 books in his lifetime.

In the foreword to ''A Red Carpet for the Sun", which won Canada's Governor General's Award for literature in 1959, Mr. Layton offered insight into his view of the world when he wrote that ''poetry, by giving dignity and utterance to our distress, enables us to hope, makes compassion reasonable."

Fellow Montrealer and poet, Leonard Cohen, a former student and protégé of Mr. Layton's, once said, ''I taught him how to dress, he taught me how to live forever."

Mr. Layton was born Israel Lazarovitch in the small town of Tirgul Neamt, Romania, in 1912. His family immigrated to Canada in 1913 and he grew up near St. Urbain Street in Montreal, the same Jewish neighborhood that novelist Mordecai Richler made famous in many of his works.

After a stint in the Canadian Army during World War II, Mr. Layton completed his graduate work at Montreal's McGill University in 1946, and went on to teach for many years.

He was at his most prolific in the 1970s and '80s, publishing a book almost every year.

© Copyright 2006 Globe Newspaper Company.

Ottawa Citizen acticle Jan 9

http://www.canada.com/ottawacitizen
January 9, 2006

Nobel-prize nominated poet remembered for his pizazz
Canadian wordsmiths, justice minister attend sombre Layton memorial

Irving Layton was celebrated at his funeral yesterday for his bold verses and promotion of Canadian poets, including himself.
Photograph by : Richard Arless Jr., The Montreal Gazette

William Marsden, The Montreal Gazette; with files from The Canadian Press
Published: Monday, January 09, 2006

MONTREAL - Irving Layton, one of Canada's greatest and most prolific contemporary poets, was celebrated at his funeral yesterday for his flamboyant creativity, bold verses and unflinching promotion of Canadian letters -- and of himself.

The funeral was an uncharacteristically sombre affair for a man who was -- and will continue to be in verse -- so powerful and boisterous a voice.

Other than a recitation of kaddish -- the Jewish prayer for the dead -- the funeral had little religious content, befitting an irreverent artist whose spiritual home was verse.

Canadian poets were dominant speakers, beginning with Samantha Bernstein, Layton's daughter by his fourth wife and one of his four children.

She opened the funeral by reading a poem she wrote to her father in 2002.

It was a poem about reading Layton's poetry, making light of his often wordy, encyclopedic style and his need to assault the stiff sensitivities of Canadian society.

"I read four poems and look up six words/ Two of them are not in my dictionary/ With gusto he pissed people off."

"He was like a boy, he was my wild, peculiar boy," Anna Pottier, Layton's fifth wife, said after the service at a west-end funeral home.

Layton, who died Wednesday at age 93, was known by some as provocative and abrasive, but Pottier spoke of the man who playfully tried to swipe bagels from a bakery and saw hope in blades of grass poking through cracks in sidewalks.

Layton died in a long-term care facility after a lengthy battle with Alzheimer's disease.

Pottier, who separated from Layton after his diagnosis in 1995, said it was hard to see him go downhill.

"To have watched a mountain be reduced to grains of sand -- it was beyond me," she said.

Author of more than 50 books of poetry, Layton was named to the Order of Canada in 1976, held several university posts and was nominated for the Nobel Prize for literature in 1982.

Federal Justice Minister Irwin Cotler, who addressed the mourners at the funeral, later invoked Layton's "transformative impact" on the lives of Canadians and his outrage at injustice.

Cotler, who met Layton when the poet taught him in Grade 7, credited the poet with teaching him "how to think."

"I learned how to struggle for justice, and the only way you can do that is by struggling against injustice," he said.

"Irving Layton felt the injustice around him. His poetry was a means of conveying that message of injustice and mobilizing us in that struggle."

He described him as "a voice for the voiceless."

Media mogul Moses Znaimer, who also had Layton as a Grade 7 teacher, saw him then "as a rock star."

Znaimer described him as a man who was willing to "play the role of a poet, a man who was willing to fuse his personality with the work.

"He realized you could teach with celebrity and glamour and move people not only by the words, but by the force of your personality."

Znaimer said Layton drew criticism for his showmanship in the public eye but suggested his flamboyance made him a trailblazer for the celebrity-fixated society of the future.

Poet and singer Leonard Cohen, looking quietly sartorial in a light grey peaked cap and a long brown coat with a fur collar, said to subdued laughter among the 250 mourners: "Irving would be very annoyed if there were this many people here and none of his poems were read."

Noting that Layton will continue to live in his poetry, he recited a Layton poem, The Graveyard, about the regenerative capabilities of opposing forces.

"He is our greatest poet," Cohen said afterward. "Our greatest champion of poetry and these lines will endure and there is no sadness, no lamentation, no sorrow, no regret at this moment because that which Irving loved the best, which was his work, will survive him.

"There is no doubt generations to come will learn these verses and they will transcend any positions, any political strategies, any literary strategies. They're here, they're written in stone and they'll be read for a long, long time."

The Ottawa Citizen article Jan 9

http://www.canada.com/ottawacitizen
January 9, 2006
Picture of Leonard Cohen with Layton's newest published book in his hand

Leonard Mourns His Mentor: Leonard Cohen carries a copy of an Irving Layton book as he leaves yesterday's funeral for Mr. Layton in Montreal. Mr. Cohen, a fellow Montrealer and poet, read the Layton poem The Graveyard at the service, explaining, 'Irving would be very annoyed if there were this many people here and none of his poems were read.' Story on Page B1

© The Ottawa Citizen 2006

Jurnalul National, Romania article Jan 5

http://www.jurnalul.ro/articol_43715/omagiu___cohen__elevul_unui_poet_roman.html
Omagiu - Cohen, elevul unui poet roman
de Dana Cobuz

S-a nascut in 1912, la Targu Neamt (Romania), sub numele de Israel Lazarovici. Era cel de-al optulea copil al unei familii de evrei, care au emigrat, in 1913, in Canada.
A scris peste 40 de volume de versuri si eseuri, care i-au adus si o nominalizare la Premiul Nobel pentru literatura. In 1976 a primit distinctia "Ordinul Canadei". A avut patru copii si cinci sotii. Romano-canadianul Irving Layton a trecut in nefiinta la inceputul acestei luni, intr-o clinica din Montreal, dupa o lunga suferinta pricinuita de Alzheimer. Layton este considerat unul dintre poetii contemporani de marca ai Canadei. La slujba de inmormantare au participat fostii sai studenti, ministrul canadian al Justitiei, Irwin Cotler, si cantaretul-poet Leonard Cohen. "Munca lui Irving ii va supravietui, fara indoiala. Sunt scrijelite in piatra", a spus Cohen, unul dintre cei mai cunoscuti elevi ai lui Layton.

Southern Europe Erotica & Sex News article Jan 5

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Southern Europe Erotica & Sex News
January 5, 2006

Nobel Prize nominated poet Irving Layton dies in Montreal at 93 5 Jan 2006 00:00 GMT
... - Irving Layton, whose gritty, satiric and erotic poems left an indelible mark on Canada's ... literature in 1982. Layton was the first non-Italian to receive Italy's Petrarch Award for Poetry.

NOW magazine article April 7 2005

http://www.nowtoronto.com/issues/2005-04-07/news_story7.php
Flog me, I'm a poet
I tremble to say I inflict torturing rhymes on unanaesthetized students
BY Robert Priest

When poet T. S. Eliot called April the cruellest month, he may have been more prophetic than he knew - not just because spring mixes memory with desire, as he lamented, but because April is now National Poetry Month, and poetry is so cruel.

If you doubt this, consider this excerpt from a poem by Canada's best and worst living poet, Irving Layton. "When reading me I want you to feel / as if I had ripped your skin off, / or gouged out your eyes with my fingers, / or scalped you and afterwards / burnt your hair in the staring sockets." Ouch.

Of course, Layton is now considered by some to be an old-fashioned poet. Cruelty has advanced. Developments in poetics and philosophy have given our current poets access to techniques that enable them to connect the most interesting words and concepts in such a way as to render them instantly dead or inert. The result: utter boredom, a torture that can be stunningly amplified by the right kind of droning delivery.

What once required thumbscrews and a rack can now be accomplished by a simple thing called an "author visit." To this end, poets will be shipped across the land throughout the month of April to inflict their wares on well-prepped schoolchildren conveniently strapped into desks and chairs without benefit of blindfold or anesthesia.

This is not to point the finger. Let me confess: I will be one of those poets. And not for the first time. Indeed, I tremble to say, I have put my poetic fire to the feet of school systems, libraries, nurseries, old age homes, cafés and church basements for the past 30 years. I have been merciless. But I have an excuse. I was administered the poetry torment from the earliest possible age.

My mother, as a child in Britain during the Blitz, memorized and recited with her class in the dark of the air raid shelters The Highwayman, by Alfred Noyes, a sonorous and violent epic she had no reservations about declaiming to me whenever I misbehaved. How I winced at the torments of poor Bess, trussed up as bait for the highwayman. "She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!"

A strange energy emanated from that poem into my own body, and remains to this day. No wonder I feel compelled to impose the word on others.

No, I don't blame myself, or even the Modernists; it was the advent of rhyme in the 12th century that brought all this on. Suddenly, to meet the constraints of forms like sonnets and villanelles, poets found themselves wilfully torturing syntax, tormenting sentences. What did they expect? What we do with words, eventually we do to each other. Hence National Poetry Month; hence this age of sawbones, word surgeons, bleeders, collagists and language poets. Ouch.

But it's not just the innocent public that poets delight in afflicting. They save their worst for each other. The favoured method is to offer prizes. This week will see the announcement, for instance, of the shortlist for the $40,000 Griffin Prize, the downside of which is that three poets actually get nominated and are therefore briefly happy. The upside, though, is those thousands who don't win.

This is so effective a measure for torturing poets, there is even a suggestion that next year, instead of announcing the three who made the shortlist, the long list of all those who don't win ought to be read out. I thought I'd become inured to such tactics, but I have to admit when the Toronto poet laureate position went to the second WMD (white male dude) in a row, and a Catholic priest to boot, my "feminist within" began to scream in pain and fury.

But it didn't last long. Now I'm into it. I say let's go for three WMDs in a row – but just as a nod to Toronto's reputation as the diverse city, let's pick a priest from a different religion next time, maybe a Satanist or a cannibal. That should be really hurtful.

So, if you've been bad, or if you're a masochist, or if you are so perverse that you actually like poetry, this is the month to take a licking. There are plenty of slams and jams, readings and beatings where you can have your hide flayed by a state-funded professional. Visit www.poets.ca for a complete list.

Sacramento Bee article Jan 6

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Republished Associated Press article.

Lancaster Online, Pennsylvania article Jan 5

http://ap.lancasteronline.com/4/obit_layton
Republished Associated Press article, Jan 5.

Topeka and Shawnee Public Library, Kansas posting Jan 5

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Poet Irving Layton dead at 93

Canadian poet Irving Layton died at a Montreal long-term care facility on Wednesday, January 4, 2006. He was 93 years old. Find more news here.

Read more about his life and poetry here.

Order any of Irving Layton's works through Interlibrary Loan using OCLC and your library card.

Posted on January 05, 2006 by Meghan at 02:36 PM

Pickering Public Library article Jan 5

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Irving Layton, 93: Canada's Trailblazing Poet
January 5th, 2006

Irving Layton, one of the first Canadian poets to gain international stature and a controversial presence on the national scene for decades, died in Montreal on January 4th at the age of 93. "He is our greatest poet, our greatest champion of poetry," long-time friend Leonard Cohen proclaimed. "Alzheimer's could not silence him and neither will death."

Before Layton, Canadian poets tended to be regarded as tweedy romantics, celebrating nature in the Victorian tradition. Layton changed all that. His poetry owed more to his childhood experience of his acid-tongued mother and the verbal combativeness of the Jewish immigrant community in Montreal than it did to Longfellow or Wordsworth. He was also the first Canadian literary figure to use the media as a vehicle of self-promotion. A prolific letter writer, a mentor to generations of younger poets, including Al Purdy, he brought an energy and an excitement to the writing of poetry in Canada beginning in the 1950s.

For more information about Irving Layton, please read the story in the Globe and Mail or the CBC special biography. You can also find many books of his poetry at the Library, as well as books by those he influenced like Al Purdy and Leonard Cohen.

Vancouver Public Library posting Jan 8

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Irving Layton, Poet 1912-2006

One of Canada's greatest poets, Irving Layton, died, at age 93, on January 4th. Layton is a fascinating artist, legendary for his bombast and flamboyant life as well as his wonderful poetry.

The Official Irving Layton Page: Here you can listen to recordings of Layton's readings, post your responses to his death and his writings, and read a short biography of his life.

The Encyclopedia Britannica's Layton entry: This encyclopedia entry discusses the importance of Layton's work in Canadian literature, and links to many useful sites.

The Globe & Mail Obituary: Sandra Martin's obituary includes Leonard Cohen's tribute poem, "Irving and Me at the Hospital".

Pajamas Media article Jan 8

http://news.pajamasmedia.com/entertainment/2006/01/08/6889294_Nobelnominated_p.shtml
Republished Canadian Press article by Jonathan Montpetit, Jan 5

Bravo News article Jan 5

http://www.bravo.ca/bravonews/index.asp?storyID=16914
Republished Canadian Press article by Jonathan Montpetit, Jan 5

Oh! Montreal - An Open Letter

http://www.mytown.ca/ev.php?URL_ID=108868&URL_DO=DO_TOPIC&URL_SECTION=201
January 6, 2006

Irving Layton
by R.A. Lucas

6 January 2006

I never met Irving Layton. Didn't know him at all, yet he touched me in many ways. When I first started writing poetry it was a little like wetting the bed. That is, it was somewhat embarrassing. No one in my family had written poetry seriously since my grandfather on my father's side. He had come from a family of writers and editors and teachers and when they found his body in a trench in France toward the end of World War One they found a small notebook filled with his hand-written poetry. No one seems to know what happened to it. But all of that skipped a generation and one day I found myself compelled by forces beyond my control to put my thoughts on paper. I was, perhaps 12. Usually poetry is something you grow out of, like pants, or shoes. But I persisted and as I continued to write I started to read. Like many struggling writers and particularly poets back then, I read Cohen, and Pratt, Birney, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Donald Justice, Yevgeny Yevtuschenko, e.e.cummings, who had the biggest influence on my early attempts at writing, and then Irving Layton.

Irving Layton was considered somewhat dirty back then. Dirty in the way Peyton Place was considered dirty by some. He dealt with life in real terms and readers who expected poetry to be about flowers and sweet love were shocked by the bold passion and stark language he used. He was a little ahead of his time. As he started publishing in the late 1940s, the bohemian lifestyle many young men had experienced in Europe after WWII transformed in to the Beat generation of the 50s and Irving Layton's cold realistic and sometimes harsh imagery married well with the new Beatnik view of life from just outside polite society. The emergence of hippies in the 1960s and the mantra of Make Love Not War brought a new generation to discover the sexual energy of his words. I fell somewhere between the two. When I started writing the 60s had not quite dawned and being a beatnik was about the coolest thing you could be. Somewhere someone may have a few of my earliest bits of rhyme about a character called Bongo Louie. Like I said, it was a lot like wetting the bed. But his bold, forceful writing allowed me to stretch beyond doggerel. I experimented and while I often found my own writing weak I knew that I wanted to write. That I wanted to be a writer.

Once my working career started, although I continued to write I became interested in the publishing end of things and was involved in two different publishing ventures. My business partner in both was the writer Edward Pickersgill who is behind this website. Much later in my career, I contacted Ed to help me create a glossy magazine to help promote the radio station I was running in Montreal. True to form, Ed took control and I could go back to concentrating on my real job while this venture began to take shape. One day he wandered into my office. "Irving Layton is moving back to Montreal." I suppose the look on my face told him I needed some more information. Ed told me he thought if we were going to do a magazine about Montreal it would be hard to ignore one if its most famous sons, Irving Layton. He had contacted the poet, told him of our plans for the magazine and, apparently, based on this act of faith we were making - the magazine was called The New Montrealer - Layton had not only committed to writing a piece, but had also decided to move back to the city where he had grown up.

The article Layton wrote, titled Oh! Montreal - An Open Letter, began with the frank honesty everyone had come to expect from him by then: "You will always remain in my memory the city of churches, brothels and writers. They were the three stepping stones of my mental and spiritual evolution." He also gave us permission to reproduce one of his poems. I loved the magazine. Ed had not let me down and I thought we had produced a beautiful publication as well as a viable property to offer in a city that badly needed a city magazine. The company that owned the radio station I managed liked the idea of the magazine but their business was broadcasting and so we were only allowed to get that one edition out. But I still have a few copies and reading Layton's words again shortly after I had heard of his passing, cheered me in a way the sight of an old friend can. Although I had never met him, we were linked through an accident of time and place. What he did for Montreal and what he did for our magazine back in 1983 will live with me forever.

Writers will sing his praises and there is no doubt he will remain a fixture in Canadian literature for all time. He will always be missed but more importantly, he will always be read.

KSL, Utah article Jan 5

http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=198&sid=146976
Republished Canadian Press article by N. Wyatt, Jan 8.

Seattle Post-Intelligencer article Jan 5

http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/national/1101AP_Obit_Layton.html
Republished Associated Press article, Jan 5.

Thank you Israel Pincu Lazarovitch

Robert Austin from Whitehorse, Canada writes:

An icon has been lost.But, don't forget, as Layton himself wrote,

"It's a kind of magic"

" I turned away and wept"

"and felt the rock move beneath my hand"

Thank you Israel Pincu Lazarovitch.

* Posted Jan. 4, 2006 at 9:18 PM EST

Posted on Globe & Mail Comments

Reasonable Compassion

Terry-Lynn Johnson from Thunder Bay, Canada writes:

I will not pretend to be familiar with Irving Layton's poetry, as I have had only brief introduction to him and have not spent much time in study of his lines. The tribute that I am able to give is to spend some quiet time over the next few days appreciating his verse and philosophies.

Poetry, by giving dignity and utterance to our distress, enables us to hope, makes compassion reasonable.

("Foreword," A Red Carpet for the Sun, 1959)

* Posted Jan. 4, 2006 at 8:51 PM EST

Posted on Globe & Mail Comments

The Pole Vaulter, a Most Inspirational Thing

Brian Bell from Toronto, Canada writes:

To this day (and I've had plenty) The Pole Vaulter is the most inspirational thing I have ever read. Thank you Mr. Layton.

* Posted Jan. 4, 2006 at 8:11 PM EST

Posted on Globe & Mail Comments

Mistaken Identity

chantal - from Vancouver, Canada writes:

I read this headline too fast and thought it said that Jack Layton died at 93. I thought perhaps the stress of Harper's antics aged him with supernatural celerity and caused his sudden demise.

* Posted Jan. 4, 2006 at 7:28 PM EST

Posted on Globe & Mail Comments

Layton Poem

Laura Dover from Calgary, Canada writes: Berry Picking (Irving Layton)

Silently my wife walks on the still wet furze
Now darkgreen the leaves are full of metaphors
Now lit up is each tiny lamp of blueberry.
The white nails of rain have dropped and the sun is free.

And whether she bends or straightens to each bush
To find the children's laughter among the leaves
Her quiet hands seem to make the quiet summer hush--
Berries or children, patient she is with these.

I only vex and perplex her; madness, rage
Are endearing perhaps put down upon the page;
Even silence daylong and sullen can then
Enamor as restraint or classic discipline.

So I envy the berries she puts in her mouth,
The red and succulent juice that stains her lips;
I shall never taste that good to her, nor will they
Displease her with a thousand barbarous jests.

How they lie easily for her hand to take,
Part of the unoffending world that is hers;
Here beyond complexity she stands and stares
And leans her marvelous head as if for answers.

No more the easy soul my childish craft deceives
Nor the simpler one for whom yes is always yes;
No, now her voice comes to me from a far way off
Though her lips are redder than the raspberries.

* Posted Jan. 4, 2006 at 7:16 PM EST

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Writer's Craft Classes

v r from vancouver, Canada writes:

Reading this news, I am bombarded by memories of high school. Memories of OAC English and Writer's Craft classes. While the news is sad, I am smiling. Rest in Peace Mr. Layton, and thank you.

* Posted Jan. 4, 2006 at 5:14 PM EST

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Fare-Thee-Well My Love

January 5, 2006

PincuVing, Irving Rabbenu, my Biscuit Boy, fare-thee-well my love. You knew, and I know you knew, that since that car-wreck of a day in 1995 when you helped me to leave and start my own life, there have been maybe a grand total of 6 days where I did not think of you. This city, our streets, our home, our life together was an extraordinary adventure, and I am glad to have brought you so much happiness, not to mention 'productive joy' for so many years. Thank you for all that you taught me, all that you showed me, and for your unconditional love in which I revelled, grew, and lived so intensely. I know that you know all of this, and more. Bye, love, bye.
A.

Anna Pottier (NDG, QC )
annapottier@hotmail.com

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I Thank the Gods for Your Inspiration

January 5, 2006

Ever since I read your poems in the sixties and dared to show you my translations of some of them in the seventies and eighties, I felt it had been one of the greatest priviledges of my life to have met you as a poet and as a man.
You inspired me and I thank the Gods for this.

Jean Antonin Billard (Roxton Falls, QC )
antonin@sympatico.ca

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My Great Uncle Irving

January 5, 2006

Although, Irving was my great uncle (his sister, Gertie, was my grandmother) I only met him once or twice. I am learning a great deal about him thorugh all the online information posted recently. I look forward to reading his books (I have many that belonged to my late mother, Irving's niece). My thoughts are sent to family and friends.

Stephanie Green (Short Hills, NJ )

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Layton's Personal Secretary Remembers

January 5, 2006

When Irving Layton was the writer-in-residence at Concordia University, I was his personal secretary. It was a fun-filled year of laughs, energy and high drama. The one thing that always stayed in my mind was when he told me he had a cat named Puss-Puss. Although he was a man of creative words it always amazed me that his cat had the most simple of feline names. I think that was part of his humour. Rest in peace Irving.

Sylvia Benedetti(Montreal, QC )
sylviab@videotron.ca

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Patient and Unhurried

January 5, 2006

In the mid-1960’s, my mother Nina Bruck, was among Irving Layton’s workshop students at Sir George Williams. I recall the rush of energy called my mother, swirling through the house to her desk, in the wake of each night class with Mr. Layton. In 1966, the class published Anvil, a slim, blue anthology, as testament to what a group of apprentice writers had made at the master’s forge. My mother wrote one of the two introductions. Here is a brief excerpt:

...Irving Layton is the workshop, unassuming, witty, gentle, an image difficult to reconcile with the public one of Flashing Irreverence routinely smashing idols on its way to the corner store for a pack of cigarettes. Patient and unhurried, he sacrifices quantity for quality, and is prepared to wait; encourages his students to listen to their inner voice and what it is trying to say, to attempt to express certain conflicts and dissatisfactions in a meaningful way...Part of the poetic picture is the grinding work, the endless polishing of lines. People write because they have to; out of defeat and desire, perhaps, a few poems, occaisonally, a perfect line. The itch persists.

Julie Bruck (San Francisco, CA )

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Solace in the Afterlife

January 5, 2006

To the late Mr.Layton, Thank you for having the courage to always write what was on your mind and in your heart. I hope the afterlife brings you solice and that you rejoice in knowing the world is not as bad as you may have once thought.
Your spirit will live on evermore.

Melissa Constant (Ste-Anne-De-Bellevue, QC )

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Baron Byng Memory

January 5, 2006

My first encounter with Mr. Layton was as a student at Baron Byng High School, in the 1950's when he spoke at the History and Literature club.
As the nurse in the Memory Clinic at the Jewish Generaal Hospital, we met again. His vitality and strengh,and keen mind shone through his illness. My condolences to his dear and loyal friend Musia, who cared for him through it all.
Sincerely,

Marlene Levine(Deerfield Beach, FL )

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A Special Man

January 5, 2006

It is so sad to lose such a special man. His writing will always hold a special place in my heart.

Victoria Malone (Bournemouth, England)
vickymalone@msn.com

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Dear Max, Naomi, David and Samantha

January 5, 2006

Dear Max, Naomi, David, and Samantha,

My late mother, Goldie Satten Levine (1910-2002)taught with your father at the Herzliya High School in Montreal. She followed his career with great interest and always spoke so highly of his contribution to Canadian culture.
Sincerely

Esther Davis (nee Levine)(Oakville,, ON )
estherrivadavis@hotmail.com

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Israel Memories

January 5, 2006

I was deeply saddened by the death of my teacher who influenced my life and helped me become the person I am. I was a student of Irving Layton at Herzliah High school in the late 40's. He turned me on to poetry specifically and to literature generally. He taught me to love the English language and to respect words. We remained friends through all these years. We had dinner together at my home when he last visited Israel. I extend sympathy to his family.
May he rest in peace.

Shoshana(Rose) Tessler(Freedman) (Jerusalem)
hstes@inter.net.il

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Love Transcends Thick Skulls

January 5, 2006

Irving Layton taught me grade 11 English in 1966-1967 at Ross High School in Montreal, a prep school for seriously underachieving teenagers. He was there as a result of his long friendship with Harold Ross after whom the school was named. To say that we were not the most academic class he had ever tutored would be a master understatement, but somehow his energy and passion were able to impact on many of us and his zest for life and love somehow transcended even our thick skulls and has to this day left an everlasting impression. His legacy will live on undiminished.

birks bovaird (toronto, ON )
bbovaird@cenitcorp.com

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Mysteries of His Art

January 5, 2006

Mr. Layton was a fine poet, whose vitality, ego and deep love of the mysteries of his art will be remembered.

Nigel Roth (Montreal, QC )

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Passion and Intensity

January 5, 2006

I never had the pleasure of meeting Irving Layton but I have talked with those who did. I certainly knew his works and his reputation. He brought a level of passion and intensity to the Canadian poetic landscape that fires it still. He is gone but his legacy will live on for a very long time.

A. M. Hatfield (Toronto, ON )

Passion and Integrity

January 5, 2006

I never had the pleasure of meeting Irving Layton but I have talked with those who did. I certainly knew his works and his reputation. He brought a level of passion and intensity to the Canadian poetic landscape that fires it still. He is gone but his legacy will live on for a very long time.

A. M. Hatfield (Toronto, ON )

Letter to Naomi

January 5, 2006

My condolences Naomi. We were friends such a long time ago, and I wonder about you often. I remember your father Irving vividly, as who could forget such a presence? Take care, my friend.

Phyl Davies (Vancouver, BC )

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Irving's Insights Into the Human Condition

January 5, 2006

Irving Layton inspired many high school and college students with his poetry. His vision of the world and his insights into the human condition will live on through more generations yet born. Thank you Irving Layton for being one of Montreal's greats. Your light lives on.

Peter Ellis (Brampton, ON )
peterellis@myway.com

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Letter to Max

January 5, 2006

To Max,

I am so sorry to hear of your Dad's passing. Both of you are part of my childhood and high school years. I did run into your Dad again when he was living in Niagara and we were able to share memories of living in the wonderfully diverse NDG neighbourhood of Somerled-Wilson Avenue. He of course spoke of you. Please accept my condolences upon the loss of your Dad.
You take care.
Regards,

Françoise (née Garneau) Hubley (St. Catharines, ON )

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A Legacy

January 5, 2006

May you rest in peace! Your legacy will always be with us!
From a survivor & proud to be Canadian.

Carolina Caruso (LaSAlle, QC )
carolinac@videotron.ca

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A Star Never to be Forgotton

January 6, 2006

My deepest condolences to his family. He was my Grade VII teacher at Herzliah High in the late 40's. He was a "star" in his own right...never forgotten.

David Libman (Montreal, QC )
goldielibman@sympatico.ca

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A Contribution to Canada

January 6, 2006

I send my condolences to the family and friends of Irving Layton who has passed away. May he be remembered for the work he did and for the contributions he made to Canadian literature.

John Jackson (Edmonton, AB )

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