Letters So That Happiness

Letters So That Happiness

May 2018

Letters So That Happiness

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"A language of a sustained and unvarying tone that allows us to access volatile capacities."
— Carlos Mastronardi

About the Book

Argentine poet Arnaldo Calveyra’s first book of poetry, Letters So That Happiness (Cartas para qe la alegría), tells the story of the author’s one-way journey as a young man from his home in the northern pampas to Buenos Aires in 1950. It was the first leg of a journey that would end in exile. In this gentle, diffuse text in which time and place radiate and recede and spring up many and green, Letters strikingly anticipates the collusive forces that would shape the rest of his life — dissolution and preservation. The author of over 25 books of literature and theater, Calveyra went on to become a national treasure in his adopted country of France, winning the prestigious award of Commander of the French Order of Arts and Letters in 1999, and eventually, after the fall of the military dictatorship in 1983, equally in his native Argentina. Letters So That Happiness is the first of his works to be translated and published in English.

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Praise

Letters that seems to be written as if by a tree, so much does it breathe quiet and green and up to the clouds ... and sings to us and whistles in our ears for so long following.
— Julio Cortázar
The pages of Cartas exhume remote happenings and hazy states of the spirit, a language of a sustained and unvarying tone that allows us to access volatile capacities. It’s easy to feel how Calveyra negotiates expressive dilated forms, with incidental clauses that frequently capsize poetic essence. Attentive to the pure and docile nature he gives to the voices that come from its urgent intimacy, Calveyra dispenses with the heavy appoggiaturas and connectors that are themselves the strictness of logical language.
— Carlos Mastronardi, Sur

Excerpt

Suddenly, how wonderful! I came looking through loose autumn and slowed to a thistle beside the slide piled high with dead leaves. Wild! recently bloomed and gone into the raw milk. I went out running from its side in a trance, from its silent drunkenness I went off with the dogs; “it’s here, it’s here” … and us and the woken sugar and the breads shared in the celebration.

And now it’s already curded, so white, so much a flourish of pure white, the blue.

I went calmly into the wild thistle, Mama.

Details

ISBN: 978-1-946433-05-3
, 64pp, W:4.25in x H:8in
Publication Date: May 1, 2018