The Art of Bicycling: A Treasury of Poems (Paperback)

by Justin Daniel Belmont (Editor) "I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose..." (more)
Key Phrases: silent steed, men who ride, flying wheel, Road Map, Mulga Bill, Daisy Bell (more...)

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Product Description
Through the years many poets have penned odes to the bicycle, or to the experience of riding free on this elegant machine. Now Justin Daniel Belmont has gathered 188 of them in one splendid, authoritative collection. He has selected not only the best of one hundred years of bicycle poetry, but also dozens of new bicycle poems published here for the first time. The Art of Bicycling includes work by Walt Whitman, Seamus Heaney, Dylan Thomas, Louis Untermeyer, Stan Rice, C. K. Williams, James Laughlin, Bruce Weigl, Yevgeny Yevtushenko, Eugenio Montale, Livingston Taylor, and Rita Dove, among many others. Not to mention Henry Dacre’s "Daisy Bell (A Bicycle Built for Two), and a poem by Marco Pantani himself. With bicycle photos throughout, this is an endless gift for all bicycle-lovers.

About the Author
Justin Daniel Belmont is a former editor of Bicycling magazine. He is a writer, poet, scholar, and cyclist.

Product Details

• Paperback: 348 pages
• Publisher: Breakaway Books (May 1, 2005)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1891369563
• ISBN-13: 978-1891369568
• Product Dimensions: 8.9 x 6 x 0.8 inches
• Shipping Weight: 1 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars See all reviews (2 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #553,017 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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4.0 out of 5 stars The Psyche of the Cyclist, November 10, 2005

By	Michael T. Schein "wryink" (Seattle WA USA) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

After those long rides, do you find yourself inarticulate, reduced to cliché or worse: "Great ride, dude - we pounded pavement today." How about amazing your friends with phrases like this one, from Puritan Against the Wind, by Gus Ferguson: "When every pedal stroke's a bore / When bum and back and neck are sore / When flesh is mortified for sure, / Then, I believe, my soul will soar."

The Art of Bicycling: a Treasury of Poems (Breakaway Books 2005), edited by former Bicycling Magazine assistant editor Justin Belmont, is a moving collection of bicycling poetry covering the entire history of transcendence in the two-wheeled saddle. Remember all those epiphanies you've had hammering uphill under a hot sun 70 miles into a century, or gliding down through freezing rain, eyes tearing? No? That's ok - someone else wrote them down, and they're in this book. As Justin says in the Introduction, The Art of Bicycling is "[n]ot just [about] the machine itself, in its bare essential elements, its crank and sprocket clusters, but the range of joys and pains and memories it inspires in . . . the psyche of the cyclist."

Disclaimer: one of my poems is in here. But, being a poet, I don't actually get paid, so big deal. And, I am capable of being critical: Justin didn't put in two of my poems.

Actually, he didn't put in two of anybody's, except for that world-renowned sprinter, Anonymous. But he did put in poems by Walt Whitman, Dylan Thomas, C.K. Williams, Rita Dove, Seamus Heaney, William Stafford, Yevgeny Yevtushenko, and other famous poets you may not recognize. Plus, there are lots of folks like me with day jobs. Who are these people? There's a handy-dandy biographical sketch of each poet in the back, and an index to first lines for when you've forgotten the title (or remember it, but it is simply "Bicycle", like dozens of others). And there are some pretty slick photos too. Like the peleton in the snow, the leopard-suited woman trick-or-treating on a bike, the old bike nailed to a barbed-wire fence in the desert, the pace line passing the "NO BICYCLES ALLOWED" sign with utter indifference.

Ahhh, but back to the poems themselves. Here's a sampling of a few of my faves. That mystical beast, the bicycle itself, was never better described than in Derek Peat's poem, Bicycle: "Since Thursday last, the bare living-room / of my flat's been occupied / by a stranger from the streets, a light-limbed traveler: / pine-needle spokes, bright rims, the savage downward / curve (like polished horns) / of its handlebars, denote / some forest deity, or deity of highway / and sky, has incognito set up residence - the godhead / invoked in a machine." Longing is represented by Gregory Orr's Lament for an unnamed "you" as he passes a girl fixing her chain: "There on the highway's/ edge where gusts / from passing cars / whipped the grass / like wind off the sea / and she was kneeling, / her arms moving / among the metal spokes / plucking from them / a music lost / in the louder / impersonal sound / of traffic (and I thought / of you / as I drove past)." And then, of course, there's the "splendor of our life" described so well in Maybe Alone on My Bike by Pacific Northwesterner William Stafford: "O citizens of our great amnesty: / We might have died. We live. Marvels / coast by, great veers and swoops of air / so bright the lamps waver in tears / and I hear in the chain a chuckle I like to hear." And the poignant small moments of life, like the letting go of a child as she first tastes independence on her bike, portrayed by Linda Pastan in To a Daughter Leaving Home: "I kept waiting / for the thud / of your crash as I / sprinted to catch up, / while you grew / smaller, more breakable / with distance, / pumping, pumping / for your life, screaming / with laughter, / the hair flapping / behind you like a / handkerchief waving / goodbye."

Yes, this is the pure essence of bicycling expressed, and therefore it is life, juiced. The Art of Bicycling should be on every cyclist's shelf. It also makes a great but economical gift for those riding buddies on your list who just don't quite rate Dura-Ace.

That notorious philosopher, Anonymous, reminds us why we ride in A Quiet Revery: "God bless my wheel! it knows nor care nor strife, / For one day out the ever-coming seven / I run with it far from the hells of life, / To find in nature's handiwork a heaven." And perhaps it is because, as John Morgan suggests in The Cyclist, every cyclist is a sort of poet, that each of you may find in this collection the same solace you find upon your bicycle:

By the late sheen of an arctic sky
alive with branches shimmying with
light he comes to me: the cyclist,
active, floating, magical, observant,
and the poem comes from him -
whatever he can make it: the hope
that what he turns to will take hold.

5.0 out of 5 stars Poetry in Motion, December 8, 2007

By	Kiril G. Kundurazieff "Opinions issued from T... (Santa Ana, CA United States) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

I write poetry, even cycling poems, and this book is an inspiration.

It covers the entire history of cycling.

It is not just about the bike, however, but also about the experience of cycling itself in all its variety.

A wonderful read.