Friday, October 24, 2014


Jean-Michel Basquiat

Work From the Shorr Family Collection

Jean-Michel Basquiat
Fred Hoffman

Thursday, October 23, 2014


Fault Line

Gerry Loose

Vagabond Voices

Glasgow, Scotland

light does not fall

night does not fall

night rises

as dawn rises

twilight becomes


Tuesday, October 21, 2014



Thousand Times Broken
Three Books
Translated from the French
by Gillian Conoley


 What's needed



Monday, October 20, 2014


Merrill Gilfillan

Laurel Bloomery:
"The Past Is Distant"


The past is distant.

The redbird whistling in the distance

is the distance.

Middle March

Why would a meadowlark

     be singing

           on a deadbeat day like this?

Two Hawks

Two hawks

in honeyed circles interlocked

on the one thought.

Sweetgrass Hills

These Northern Lights

     so hard

          to read by.

Hare's Ear

That boy

     raised by meadowlarks

          talks funny.

Wind in the Trees

Wake up at two

wondering about the monkeys

in the dark zoo.

Autumn Sky

And now we know for certain

to be in two places at once

not nearly enough.


Born in Mount Gilead, Ohio in 1945 and today living in Colorado, Longhouse has published Merrill, and these chosen poems are a certain personal bias very late at night with a pencil flicking onto small poems read by one small light. It some times happens this way.

Let it be known there are many other poems in this book of flight, longer and prose poem and middle size, too. All sizes. Like shoes.

 [ BA ]

Photographs by John Sarsgard


Red Mavis
Merrill Gilfillan
Flood Editions, 2014

Sunday, October 19, 2014


Like Musical Instruments
83 Contemporary American Poets
John Sarsgard, photographs
Larry Fagin, edited (poems)
Broadstone Books
Frankfort, Kentucky

Saturday, October 18, 2014


The ten inch tee-hinge bolted into place.

Again, use the truck as saw-horse and build the chapel doors.

A view into the work site from the road.

The versatile portable drill, and versatile short screws.

After the traveler passes by on the road along the stone wall comes the chalkboard and often a poem.

One finished pine door, and one more to match. I wanted to build both doors over two days, then take the third day off with Sweetheart and our bicycles.

The overhead lumber rack is now in place.

Bed the screw.

Getting ready to hang two doors.

These two jacks, who have traveled with me for decades (and look it) are the helpers deluxe when coming to lift the doors into position. Spruce blocks, wood shingle shims, any old board also help the installment along.


After one of two doors is bolted into place (not screws), measure out and see how the next door has a clearance magic of "1/4." That's what you're shooting for.

Both doors up and plumb, windows aligned, closing without complaint.

Here we have the doors almost finished, painted two-color and a brace against the door waiting for hardware to be installed. The bottom of both doors will have a hinged flap installed to be lifted during deep snow (winter) and back down for normal use.

If you look closely, the day after I finished building the chapel, a tree crew scheduled for October arrived a month earlier than expected, with a crane, and removed a mammoth white pine tree and this twin sugar maple tree right next to the chapel. You can see the saw chips on the stonewall. I asked the crew to leave ten feet of one of the maple trees and level the top. On that top I plan to install something . . . the ideas are percolating. The new sunshine, without the trees, is quite a gift.

Begin stenciling the big doors — one first coat and then go over the petals, free hand, with a second coat. The building will be stenciled with one thick tube of yellow paint.

Tap tap tap the color in and don't let your hand slip. The masking tape doesn't work on the painted steel surface anyway.

The rarely seen back wall faces the woods and for the moment has one line trace of leaves. I will do another line of leaves higher up before snow falls.

Some times with stenciling, a little is better than a lot more.

Remember the scaffolding? — well, after I dismantled that, I chopped some of it up and built this ladder to the second floor loft. It's all built into the space between the studs and takes up no extra room.

The finished building with stenciled doors and both flaps on the bottom of the doors to be lifted only when needed. The extra long 6 x 6 sill to the left of the photograph has since been cut back close to the post and beveled. We're done.

Scott's "Archer" (steward) was sent decades ago here to us from his ironworks in Maine.
We brought him over to this new spot to see how he likes it. So far, not a peep.


photos 2014  © bob & susan arnold