I lived from 1916-2001.
I was from England, and am in the English category.
David Gascoyne was born in 1916 in Harrow, Middlesex, and educated at Salisbury Cathedral School and the Regent Street Polytechnic, London. His first collection of poetry, '\Roman Balcony and Other Poems\' was published when he was sixteen, and in 1933 Cobden-Sanderson brought out his novel '\Opening Day\'. Both books are remarkable achievements for an adolescent, and they were followed by the equally striking poetry collections '\Man's Life Is This Meat\' (1936) and '\Hoelderlin's Madness\' (1938), which established his reputation as one of the most original voices of the 1930s.
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Gascoyne was among the earliest champions of Surrealism: in 1935 his A Short Survey of Surrealism was published, and in the next year he was one of the organisers of the London International Surrealist Exhibition. From this period, and during his time living in France in 1937-39, date his friendships with Dali, Max Ernst, Andre Breton, Paul Eluard and Pierre Jean Jouve. As well as becoming internationally celebrated as a poet - especially after publication of his '\Poems 1937-1942\', with its Graham Sutherland images - Gascoyne became highly regarded as a translator, notably of Hoelderlin and of the leading French Surrealists.
After the war Gascoyne again lived in France (1947-48 and 1953-64), partly in Paris and partly in Provence. He consolidated his reputation with '\A Vagrant and Other Poems\' (1950), and with '\Night Thoughts\' (1956), commissioned by Douglas Cleverdon for BBC Radio. His '\Collected Poems\', published by Oxford University Press in 1965, were reprinted six times. In 1994 Enitharmon published a substantial volume of Selected Poems.
David Gascoyne lived with his wife, Judy, at Northwood on the Isle of Wight. In 1996 he was made a Chevalier dans l'Ordre des Arts et Lettres by the French Ministry of Culture for his lifelong services to French Literature.
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