ARCHIVE ~ ITALO CALVINO ~

 

R E A D   M E

     The Road to San Giovanni

FRANCO ALL NIGHT ~

 

ON IMPUNITY, PINOCHET IN ENGLAND. . .~

 

R E A D   M E

    Knopf 2025

JOHN PRINE ~

 

J O H N   P R I N E

     Norton 2025

JUMP CUTS ~

 

R E A D   M E

One of the best titles from this

intermittent intriguing press ~

the poetry titles are on the weaker side

the re-issues are invaluable

the prose titles robust

THE BAND TONIGHT ~

 

℗ 2000 Capitol Records, LLC Released on: 2000-01-01 Producer: John Simon Composer, Vocalist: Richard Manuel Bassvocalist, Background Vocalist: Rick Danko Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Andrew Sandoval Engineer: Don Hahn Mastering Engineer: Dan Hersch Composer: Bob Dylan

RAUL MALO ~

 

R A U L    M A  L O

THINGS THAT DISAPPEAR ~

 

J E N N Y   E R P E N B E C K

R E A D   M E

     New Directions 2025

WANDA JACKSON TONIGHT ~

 

℗ 1958 Capitol Records, LLC

HALYNA KRUK ~

 

August

at night the pear bulbs illuminate

august's final meters    a porno plays

in someone's window, in a black living room

grasshoppers chirp, the spectators giggle,

the credits roll by unread

someone whispers emphatically in my ear: get rid of

all useless sounds like laments

about what happens to us in the end,

'cause it's not time yet, there's suspense and so on,

for it's geature-length and you can, by living

slowly and frugally, dry pears for winter,

darn stiff autumn shrouds of conversation with voices,

go for a stroll together around the empty park,

fingering the hole in your pocket,

which, in the end, we both fall out of

____________________

Halyna Kruk

Lost in Living

Lost Horse Press, 2024

translated by Ali Kinsella/Dzvinia Orlowsky

THE WORLD IS DANGEROUS ~

 

Hurray for the Riff Raff's "The World Is Dangerous" from the album 'The Past Is Still Alive,' out on Nonesuch Records: 2024

TILSA OTTA ~

 

I saw a herd of toads in the gully of my reflection

Staring at each other arguing over insects

It wasn't romantic 

White suits folded on the lake

And a gold medal gleaming like the mosquito

That can distinguish blue blood

From slime

Sliding down the rocky salt flats

Of Acaoulco's snowy isthmus

It was my saddest memory

I was in pieces

I was feeling Greco-Roman

A hermaphroditic breeze fluttered the skirts

Of parking lot shadows

An oil smell took me out of the scene

And I entered the dark cinema

I lit a cigarette

The first light came on and by law

They kicked me out of this world

_________________

Tilsa Otta

The Hormone of Darkness

translated Farid Matuk

Graywolf Press, 2024