Copper Canyon Press is a stone's throw from my Port Townsend house. Not that one would consider throwing stones at one of the world's best known "homes" for poetry publication. Far from it.
I took the official tour of their building on Monday. The building itself is a small wooden structure, painted white as are all of the surrounding buildings in Fort Worden. Its very simplicity belies the important work that goes on here...last year, Copper Canyon published a Pulitzer prize winner, and its catalog boasts such well-known poets as Rabindranath Tagore, Hayden Carruth and Lucile Clifton. Did I mention that Kenneth Rexroth, Maxine Kumin and W. S. Merwin are also represented in its stable of poets?
Hold it. You say some of these names are unfamiliar to you? You say that you love poetry but that you haven't yet heard of "Quote Poet Unquote" edited by the Irish writer Dennis O'Driscoll? Well...not to worry, Copper Canyon Press is not dependent upon the number of times it appears on the front page of the Enquirer.
It is " a Non-Profit Publisher in the Service of Poetry". In other words, you can purchase books and poems from the press but you can also send them a contribution. (Consult with your tax person for information about the latter suggestion.)
I walked around the office building, met volunteers who staff the "prize" department. I perused copies of Nobel laureate Pablo Neruda's nine volumes of poetry. I saw bilingual editions of poetry from various traditions. (Arabic, Bengali, Chinese, Italian, Norwegian and Vietnamese are some of the languages represented.)
And I picked up a free copy of the "Copper Canyon Reader" which has a sampling of poems from over thirty different people. I'd copy a poem or two into this review...but poets have enough trouble making a living without having Yelp reviewers steal their wares and post them for all to read. Suffice to say, if you like poems...you'll love this little Reader.
Do yourself a favor. Give yourself a gift today. Buy a volume or two from Copper Canyon and just see how much better you feel about your world and your own existence. Seriously.
Finished the tour, enjoyed chatting with a worker or two and then...ambled out into the mid-day sunshine of a Port Townsend February day. Walked home through a small military cemetery, passed through Blue Heron Middle School on my way up to the fairgrounds and over the hill toward home. And all the while, I was mumbling to myself a newly read stanza...
"Poetry- thank goodness- is the animal that always escapes"
(John Barr)
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