Drink a Cup of Loneliness,
Poems by David Budbill
Woodcuts by Susan Jane Walp

Living in the moment, growing old, loneliness, the pleasures of country chores and of quiet contemplation, these are the themes of Drink a Cup of Loneliness, a selection of poems by David Budbill with fourteen original woodcuts by Susan Jane Walp. Poems reprinted with permission of Copper Canyon Press and the author.

This is an entirely hand produced book with text printed from hand set Goudy Old Style types, and images printed from the original wood blocks, on mouldmade Hahnemuhle Biblio paper. The pages are sewn in an exposed spine, Ethiopian style binding covered in banana paper.

David Budbill's latest two books of poems are While We've Still Got Feet (Copper Canyon Press, 2005) and Moment to Moment: Poems of a Mountain Recluse (Copper Canyon Press, 1999). David received the Vermont Arts Council’s Walter Cerf Award for Lifetime Achievement in the Arts in 2002, a National Endowment for the Arts Play Writing Fellowship in 1991, a Guggenheim Fellowship in Poetry in 1981 and The Dorothy Canfield Fisher Award for Fiction in 1978. There's a lot more about David and his works on his website at:
http://www.davidbudbill.com

Susan Jane Walp is an artist who lives and works in Washington, Vermont. She has received numerous awards for her work including Fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation and the National Endowment for the Arts. She is represented by the Tibor de Nagy Gallery in New York City. Her work is also shown at Victoria Munroe Fine Arts in Boston and the Hackett-Freedman Gallery in San Francisco. She created woodcuts for another Chester Creek edition, The Moon Rose, with poems by Jody Gladding.

6-3/4 x 10 inches
50 pages
100 copies printed
Signed by the author and illustrator.
$240.00

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Drink a Cup of Loneliness

Looking for a place to hide?
Judevine Mountain will keep

you safe. Here’s the place to
lose yourself and forget about

the world. Just wind through
pines and the sound of rain.

The longer you stay, the more
withdrawn you get, the better

you’ll like it here. Drink a cup
of loneliness, and see what I

mean. There’s a gray-haired
guy up there who spends his

days playing flutes and writing
poems. He can tell you more.