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Dorothea Tanning (1910-2012)February 1, 2012
—It is with profound sadness that we announce that brilliant poet and visual artist Dorothea Tanning, author of A Table of Content and Coming to That, passed away in her sleep last night. She was 101 years old. "Artist, Once" from Coming to That. Copyright © 2011 by Dorothea Tanning.
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By Fanny Howe “[The Winter Sun] is full of wondering, noticing and empathetic efforts to weave connections between events and individuals and the cultures they inhabit.” —LOS ANGELES TIMES
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By Nick Lantz “Of difficult subjects—the structures of cognition, the structures of social exclusion, the promptings to love—Nick Lantz writes with elegant simplicity. Most poets take a lifetime to learn as much. . . . We Don’t Know We Don’t Know is a brilliant book about the brutal limits of sympathy and imagination. Which is to say, it nurtures, brilliantly, the sympathy and imagination that might restore us.” —LINDA GREGERSON, from her introduction
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By Matthea Harvey "So much happens in their small, hard shapes: wit, sorrow, and an intelligence that nips and worries its subjects into giving up their full oddity and originality. A reader does not consume this poetry. She is, instead, pinched and prodded towards revelation. Each neat poem is a Pandora's box full of wonderful troubles." —Lynn Emanuel |
By John D'Agata "Readers, listen up, then: Here is a book that makes some beautiful music." —Publishers Weekly, starred review |
By Jason Shinder "I love these poems for their unbearable honesty. I love what these
poems say and I love the form in which they say it. Jason Shinder is
one of the finest of our new poets." —Gerald Stern |
"All of us at Graywolf Press note with sadness the death of Dorothea Tanning," said senior editor Jeffrey Shotts. "We are honored to have published her two poetry books, the first of which was published when she was 94 and the second of which was published just last fall when she turned 101. As she herself remarked, with her usual wry self-awareness, she was 'the oldest emerging poet.' The fact that she could have such an illustrious career as a visual artist and, so late in that career, then turn to poetry with such forceful craft and signature imagination is a triumph of her unparalleled vision and indomitable spirit. Working with her over two books has been one of the greatest delights of my career as an editor. Knowing her these last ten years will remain one of the signposts of my life. She is missed."