Monday, January 27, 2020

YOKEL ( 16 ) ~


Where Native has his junkyard

Which is causing all this trouble

With another town down river

About spilled fluids and such

A wind last week came into the

Valley and got snagged up right

At that spot and after it took off

Half of Gardener’s greenhouse

Roof and sailed it somewhere

Wind opened its mouth and bared

Its teeth and shook the earth from

Under Native’s life by knocking

Red pine trees his father planted

Anyway it pleased, some over

Those shit cars, and you just

Wouldn’t believe how the large

Rock maples that have grown

For years along the river 

Were snapped in half 


Here with me everywhere

In the snowy woods

Far from any road —

The smallest animal tracks


Logger came around at dinner time

And rapped at the kitchen door. We

Could see him through the glass door

Standing there in grimy t-shirt and

Camouflage trousers but had no idea

Who he was. Friendly enough smile.

He introduced himself tipping his head

In a few nods like a shy pony before

Spilling out the reason for his visit.

Turns out the Boy had been over across

River where logger was cutting and with

Another friend fooled with his skidder —

The gears had been played with, seat

Monkeyed over and what was worse

Logger found matches stuffed down

The gas tank and didn’t like it one bit.

I agreed and called the Boy over.

Logger looked at him as I did and

When asked if he had screwed with

The skidder nodded that he had but

Now realizes it was wrong and he

Didn’t mean to. Logger seemed a

Fair-minded sort and admitted he was

Once wild as a kid and seemed to

Satisfy himself with that. Turns out

He is cutting on Cityboy’s land which

Takes driving a log truck through a

Low part of the river, never mind getting

Over there each day for Logger, so his

Job was tough enough not to have kids

Playing with his gear. We left it with

A mutual understanding and an oily

Handprint of Logger on the white porch

Railing where we had stood awhile and

Talked about things around this valley.

Old Trick

Waiting for snow by

Getting everything done

Bob Arnold

Sunday, January 26, 2020


Gianna & Kobe Bryant


August 23, 1978 ~ January 26, 2020
May 1, 2006 ~ January 26, 2020


Saturday, January 25, 2020



After a week of Impeachment hearings
where the House meets the Senate
it's time, again, for 'Maggot Brain'


The Unmade Bed
Imogen Cunningham's father
Cunningham's parents
James Broughton
Frida Kahlo
Morris Graves
Imogen Cunningham & Twinka
(Judy Dater, 1974)

Friday, January 24, 2020



Faithful joys for your fine field

forget, o farmer, your anxieties.

Forget the great snows and the evil

wolves, who press on your heart

and turn it black.

When in the dark cavern,

you look into the depths of the profound well

you see that star that amidst

the others has from then on changed

its splendor.


Toward a faraway country

where my sun shines,

beyond the cities, beyond the mountains

beyond the dune,

I wish, o night, that I might voyage in sleep

upon your white clouds

lit up by the moon.


Black and white man decomposes

who will ever be able to tell us

why this most beautiful rose

so unsettles my thought.


Giorgio de Chirico
Geometry of Shadows
translated from the Italian by Stefania Heim
A Public Space Books / Brooklyn / 2019

Wednesday, January 22, 2020


Norman's latest publication from Longhouse
is about getting snagged up with a bear
on a Sierra Nevada trail ~
losing a sleeping bag
and a bit more.
Not funny.


Perfect bound book

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Tuesday, January 21, 2020