Burning the midnight oil with SINCLAIR BEILES, a wonderful poet who I always heard about, but knew very little about. A South African poet who lived at the Beat Hotel and was the editor of Naked Lunch + Samuel Beckett, at Olympia Press, followed by many years of mental illness which he often documented in his poems. Thanks to Gerard Bellaart for sending this book, full of essential information and many poems.
A small selection of Sinclair Beiles's poems have been translated into Greek by Yannis Lavadis and published by Bibliotheque, Athens.
The preface - a letter to the publisher - was not reprinted in the second edition, published by Small Spaces Press in Johannesburg, in 1994.
A South African in Paris, an essay by Sinclair Beiles, published in the July 1959 issue of Two Cities, Paris. Thanks to James Pennington for sourcing and scanning pages.
Nomad, Number 5/6, Winter/Spring 1960. "Manifesto" issue, with an Open Letter to Life Magazine signed by William Burroughs, Brion Gysin, Sinclair Beiles and Gregory Corso.
Courtesy: Demi Shaft Raven
'It's weird that the cloaca of Central Europe is also the mouth of English Literature. May Rotterdam be blessed by every English tongue in all the cloisters of the English-speaking world.'
Sinclair Beiles
A new article about Sinclair Beiles has been published in New Frame, and Who was Sinclair Beiles?, which was published by Dye Hard Press, gets a mention.
The article starts: The 1950s were a tumultuous time for
an Australian criminal and con artist called William Lindsay Pearson. An array
of jewels was stolen from Brenthurst, the Johannesburg estate of the
Oppenheimer family, founders of the Anglo American mining giant, in 1955. This
treasure was, ultimately, derived from political connections to the apartheid
state and the exploitation of Black workers. ... more.
Courtesy: Richard S.E. Aaron
Two Cities, Summer 1961, advertising the publication of Minutes to Go, published by Two Cities Editions.
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