Derrek Hines

       DERREK HINES is a Canadian who lives in Cornwall with his wife, the English novelist Joanna Hines. His work has received prizes in many competitions and his poetry appears in anthologies, and magazines newspapers and journals here and abroad. He reviews for the TLS.

       In collaboration with Alice Kavounas he wrote Open to the Weather in the Cargo Press series.

His Gilgamesh, a new version of the epic, is to be published by Chatto & Windus (January 2002)


VAN NORDEN

Derrek Hines
Limited Edition  ISBN 1 899980 02 4    paper  8.00  254x160   40 pp  
Images by Robert McNab

A poetry journal of a week spent in Lawrence Durrell's former home in Corfu. Van Norden was the boat Durrell and his wife owned during their time on the island.

       ' Take this, Van Norden's mooring,
        the iron wedding ring that joined sea to garrigue.
        
Salt jealousies, wordless divorces of rust,
         have gnawed away the marriage to a stain....' 

        'With the heat of the afternoon,
         day thins to a cicada's note,
         and slips through the eye of siesta.

         On the other side,
         old men sit companionably
         in the tattered shade of a deceptive idleness...'


With elegance and authority, Hines portrays the diurnal grind, honourable yet tragic, like Ulysses adrift under blind stars...'
 Paul Newman Abraxas

'A lyrical and satisfying production ... More than a poet of sea and islands, Hines is a poet of the human heart'.   Ian MacNiven Deus Loci



OPEN TO THE WEATHER

by Derrek Hines and Alice Kavounas

Limited Edition, 250 copies signed
ISBN 1 89990 030  paper  £10.00 254x160   36 pp.

8 colour plates by Andrew Lanyon.

Two North American writers who have made Cornwall their home explore their response to landscape and people.

        'Black tongue of land
         languishing in the mouth of Coverack
        
lapped at by pre-dawn
         small fisted waves.

         a lull in birdsong
         that gap in nature's soundtrack...'
The Lizard AK

        'Study the skiffs, their hollow shapes filled
         with a promise the ebbing tide has left
         tilted on the oyster-knuckled gravel.
   
         Beam-end on the dry, the hulls
         are a random jumble of moored hopes'.
  The Boatyard  DH


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