Tantony

Ounce Dice Trice

For some time now New York Review Books has been re-publishing books which have been out of print for a while. This seems to me to be an excellent idea. In fact, it might be good to have a one week moratorium on new books once a year, call it Reprint Week, and dedicate it solely to old books which have been needlessly forgotten.

A while ago they brought out a book I had been waiting for. It is OUNCE DICE TRICE by Alastair Reid and Ben Shahn (first edition 1958). It is a book for children and word-lovers. It is only fifty-seven pages long but the words are meant to be read aloud, one at a time, and they are so unpredictable and interact so well with the drawings that if you belong to one of the two categories above, you will find you go back to it again and again.  On the back cover Marianne Moore is quoted as having written when the book first appeared: “Reading Ounce Dice Trice aloud is the best way of separating the bores from
their airs and the squares from their snores
.”)

I have decided to carry a tiny notebook to remind me of words I would like to use but never seem to get the chance to. One of them is going to be “tantony” which is on page 50 of this book.

Tantony

There are sections on collective nouns with things like a gundulum of garbage cans, a snigglement of string and a tumbletell of church bells.

And a large part of the book is about naming with names to give to twins, to various animals, for houses. Here is a useful page which will allow you deal with one of the many problems you will have if someone gives you an elephant for your birthday.

Lphants

And when was the last time you talked to the fingers properly ?

Fingers

A completely different set of names is suggested for the other hand.

There are lots of other fascinating words, such as gongoozler, thrumbled and pobbies. One particularly valuable one is PONSONBY, which Reid says is pronounced whenever you want to change the subject. I think that in the same way that basketball coaches are entitled to time-outs we all should be entitled to say PONSONBY at least once under certain circumstances, for example those long formal dinners where you end up seated to people none of whose interests seem to intersect yours.

You can see some more pages from this book here

Alastair Reid’s love of words is very visible in his poems. Whenever I read one I have the feeling that all the words have been selected from a carefully tended garden.

One I like a lot is called Daedalus.

My son has birds in his head.

 I know them now. I catch

the pitch of their calls,, their shrill

cacophonies, their chitterlings, their coos.

They hover behind his eyes and come to rest

on a branch, on a book, grow still,

claws curled, wings furled.

His is a bird world.

 

I learn the flutter of his moods,

his moments of swoop and soar.

From the ground I feel him try

the limits of the air-

sudden lift, sudden terror –

and movein time to cradle

his quivering, feathered fear.

 

At evening, in the tower,

I see him to sleep and see

the hooding-over of eyes,

the slow folding of wings.

I wake to his morning twitterings,

to the croomb
of his becoming.

 

He chooses his selves – wren, hawk,

swallow or owl – to explore

the trees and rooftops of his heady wishing.

Tomtit, birdwit.

Am I to call him down, to give him

a grounding, teach him
gravity?

Gently, gently.

Time tells us what we weight, and soon enough

his feet will reach the ground.

Age, like a cage, will enclose him.

So the wise men said.

 

My son has birds in his head. 

 

You can also hear him reading it at the Poetry Archive.

Finally the last page of Ounce Dice Trice also has a good thing to say, particularly if one can learn to copy the attitude and the expression of the boy in the drawing.

Firky

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