Friday, February 23, 2018

HIRATO RENKICHI ~







Her Garden


In order to decorate her garden

In order to burn her moist jewels

The night came, above the soft grass

Above the graveyard, inside the tombstones the night came

Above the graveyard, inside the tombstones she stands

Memories vividly burn

Memories moist from sweet nectar

From that border the blue bird again

From that border again flying back to her garden.



I shall scoop the night dew from the thicket of asparagus

Like a cutworm on a tomato flower

I shall seek her fragrance there

O, but her spirits have been gradually wilting

As expected from a distant blue sky

As expected from going after that little bird's shadow

Right now            on a leaf of grass a cabbage butterfly

Idly folding wings and falling asleep

As expected, she is like the heart of that small insect

As expected, she is here quietly sleeping.



——————————
Hirato Renkichi
Spiral Staircase
Collected Poems
Ugly Duckling Presse
2017






M O R E !!!



Thursday, February 22, 2018

RIVER RUN ~









ALL MY RELATIONS ~ (book 2)






COUSIN SMOKE:



Tree  

        become

ghost.








COUSIN CROW:



What a big

family

          you

sometimes are!







COUSIN LIGHTNING:



How

        you can

throw

your voice!







COUSIN SUNFLOWER:



As

     the earth

turns.







COUSIN HORNED-TOAD:



Remember  

                   how

many years

ago

       I

held you

in

    my

child-

hand

         just

like this?



———————————

JD Whitney
All My Relations
(book 2)
Many Voices Press 2018





Meet your cousins !
This is a back-pocket size book
ready for you to take anywhere.










Wednesday, February 21, 2018

LAST WORKS ~




———————————

Strong, personal, deep-seated essays on
Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Blanchot, Freud,
Derrida, Poe, Woolf, Hemingway,
David Foster Wallace, Melville,
Thoreau —
with now and then odd quibbles:
the author describes Melville's Pittsfield home "Arrowhead"
which "lay at the base of Mount Greylock."
Far from it, miles away. Greylock actually 
overwhelms the small old mill town of Adams
which lays at the base of Mount Greylock.
Quibbles. Stones in a spring stream rushing
down the Thunderbolt Trail.
An important book.



Yale 2018




Tuesday, February 20, 2018

DOUGLAS CRASE ~








The essays in this handsome collection are so toothsome, so vital, so nourishing I begin to feel while holding the book and reading, say about Niedecker, or immersing into Emerson or George Bradley's cosmos (so few have since heard of this poet) and then the author spotting Ursa Major "standing on her tail" over Times Square, as if I am holding a picnic basket, and the gingham cloth for over the spring grass, and I'm with the girl, or the boy, however you prefer, and we are tempting our meal to never end. There is the slope of the hill, the splendid view, and since when has a book of essays on poetry and poets felt this good to you? Or think of it as toolbox, and I can in my combined life of feasting and working hard, as you grab in the slot for hammer, cat's paw, nail-set, 12 point handsaw, just as exact and precise each tool for the job are these essays. You'd be a fool not to own this book for your poetry library. It could very well be the first book for your poetry library.

[ BA ]



PRESSED WAFER
375 Parkside Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11226
www.pressedwafer.com




Monday, February 19, 2018

HEREDITARY ~








Small Difference





We bought

a jackknife

for our son

his first



I thought the

blade was sharp

you liked the

pretty handle








Autobiography




I stopped thinking

About my name today

When in the truck

Returning home with

My son after working

Together at a farm

Splitting wood

Picking kindling

Around the chopping

Stump, slinging manure

Onto the winter garden

And later hiking

High into the heather

Pasture, now in the

Truck with his gloves

Still on he sized it

Up by saying he didn’t 

Like the name Bob — it

Was too short, only three

Letters — and it sounded

Like a name half-city

Half-country






Suddenly Mississippi





he lost his

lucky rabbit’s

foot, green with

a key-chain in

Greenwood, MS

so returning to

find it wait-

ress brought

it to us on

a tray






Hereditary






I kid him

& he argues

with me which 

turns me to

argue with

him as he

begins to

kid me



————————————
BOB ARNOLD
I'm In Love With You
Who Is In Love With Me
Longhouse 2012






Sunday, February 18, 2018

FRISELL ~









III ~












I have followed this musician's career from the start and on the bright-side: this is the father of Rufus and Martha and equally sweet singer Lucy; also Loudon Wainwright and Leonard Cohen were related (Rufus had a daughter, Viva, with Lorca Cohen) and LW can still play, from time to time, a fine, nimble talkin' folk-blues of his own mode. 
Otherwise, the book's storyteller is a wiggler on the edge of irksome.