where night and day become one
the french poems
Published April 2nd 2018.
New York City book party on April 5th - all welcome
Celebrated avant-jazz poet Steve Dalachinsky assembles more than thirty years of writing journals from his trips to Paris in where night and day become one. His contemplative experimental verse reflects the City of Light in boulevard rain puddles rippling with the sounds of gallery improvisation, is haunted by his ancient graveyard wanderings. In his subconscious musings, he repeats words and phrases, pulling at and twisting them as he considers the legacy of hundreds of years of expatriate art and his own unresolved past left behind in New York. With praise from Clark Coolidge, this is a career embracing retrospective that decisively stakes a claim for Dalachinsky's greatness.
Hail to a Wondrous Flow:
the multi-century mystery
of Paris tracing the
Enormitude of Multiplicity
May Steve Dalachinsky’s lyre
— Ed Sanders, poet, author, historian, co-founder of The Fugs
MORE PRAISE FOR where night and day become one
S.D. unacknowledged master of the ever-elusive jazz poem, you read him you’ve got to hear him ’cause he’ll wham yor auditorium. The infamous author of “pituie ballons” (Ray Bremser) would love all this. Hey Steve."
— Clark Coolidge, author of "Selected Poems: 1962-1985" and "Now It’s Jazz: Writings on Kerouac & the Sound"
Playful, eclectic, spirited but also bitingly critical, the poems in Steve Dalachinsky’s lengthy new collection, where night and day become one, investigate “parallel paradises/power & persuasion.” The lines splash across the pages, disjointed, rejoining or echoing fragments, symbols, signs, with typographical and font modulations to create multiple sites of entry into the both public and personal issues that this work explores. There is no unidirectional reading of this work, and that is what makes it so fabulously necessary. It grips you and takes you along, tosses you out, draws you back in like a dance of sound, image, thought. I cannot more highly recommend this book.
— Jennifer K Dick, author of "Circuits"
In these poems, set mainly in Paris, Steve Dalachinsky evokes the stark beauty of a nature chronicle in an often funny, always unsettling, urban landscape. There are great flashes of beauty, of boredom, of self-pity and transcendence in this epic travelogue of our times. Dalachinsky has the rare talent of combining language and narrative into a work that succeeds at both. where night and day become one is a joy to read and I highly recommend it to anyone looking for a book to challenge both mind and heart.
— Maggie Dubris, author of "Skels" and "Weep Not, My Wanton"
Steve Dalachinsky, longtime poetic presence in the downtown NYC avant scene and no stranger in Paris or wherever jazz is spoken, has expanded the good humor and inventiveness found in such earlier books as The Final Nite. This is experimental poetry laced with prose passages and poetry within the prose. As in the poem “Trust Fund Babies,” this politically charged poetry has a tone of anger appropriate to our times, but the tone is enlivened by language that has a solid feeling for beat, the beat of contemporary jazz and the beat of history. Dalachinsky says, “soon my pen will stop leaking”—let’s hope not. Indirection is the direction, focus and follow-through the method.
— Barry Wallenstein, author of "Drastic Dislocations"
Dalachinsky is a master of thematic iteration, cubistic digression and peripatetic meditation all of which compose his modus operandi. His musical and emotional motifs repeat themselves across the pages as the enchanted reader follows the poet’s footprints in verse, surprised by the familiar and obscure alike. Previous constructions, reconfigured, reappear. Sometimes brazen, sometimes tucked away like a shifty-eyed statue in a surreal alcove of the city as Dalachinsky’s thought experiments branch out in webs of poet-vision.
— Carl Watson, author of "Backwards the Drowned Go Dreaming" and "Idylls of Complicity"
Dalachinsky is merciless in his search for poetry, spitting out prose chunks and whirling in typographic tarantellas, summoning Apollinaire to play ringolevio on the graves in Père Lachaise, honing the beat edge of this text that jumps and stutters, infused with misery and jazz, Satie coming through the static of old radios, concierges hobbling over cobblestones, Vichy bitches with shaven heads, Simenonion sex behind ancient wood shutters. It will never have the infernal pulse of Gotham, but Paris stiffens the poetic wick, and Dalachinsky’s clarity shines through a fine claret mist.
— Max Blagg, author of "Slow Dazzle: Poems & Prose for 25 Artists"
Steve Dalachinsky, When Night and Day Become One: The French Poems
Publication date April 2nd 2018
Poet /collagist Steve Dalachinsky was born in Brooklyn after the last big war and has managed to survive lots of little wars. He is the recipient of an Acker Award for poetry and in 2014 was honored with a Chevalier de l’Ordre des Arts et des Lettres by the French Minister of Culture. In addition, his collection The Final Nite (Ugly Duckling Presse) won the PEN Oakland National Book Award. Other books include Fool’s Gold (Feral Press), A Superintendent’s Eyes (Unbearable Books /Autonomedia), Flying Home (Paris Lit Up) in collaboration with German visual artist Sig Bang Schmidt, The Invisible Ray (Overpass Books) with artwork by Shalom Neuman, Frozen Heatwave (Luna Bisonte Prods) in collaboration with Yuko Otomo, and Black Magic (New Feral Press).
Dalachinsky’s audio CDs include The Fallout of Dreams with Dave Liebman and Richie Beirach and ec(H)o-system with the French art-rock group, The Snobs. His most recent release is With Shelter Gone, a limited-edition vinyl LP on the German label Psych.KG.