Thursday, September 3, 2015

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

HAN SHAN ~









Shambhala Publications
translated by J.P Seaton



XCIV


It's been a long time since I passed through this place.

Today, I'm here again, after seventy years.

Of those who wandered by back then,

most lie among the grave mounds.

Me, my head is long since white,

but I still hold on

to my little slice of cloudy mountain.

I have a message for those who'll come after:

You have to read

the words of the ancients.

 

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

JEAN VALENTINE ~






 J E A N    V A L E N T I N E

Photo courtesy of Schlesinger Library



Great-grandmother,


be with us

as if in the one same day & night

we all gave birth

in the one same safe-house, warm,

and then we rest together,

sleep, and nurse,

dreamily talk to our babies, warm

in a safe room        all of us

carried in the close black sky.



—————————— 

Jean Valentine
Shirt in Heaven
Copper Canyon Press 2015








Monday, August 31, 2015

RENE DAUMAL ~






Rene Daumal




VAIN PRAYER TO THE ELEMENTS



     Dust, dust of the oceans, first handkerchief above the wave, call
to the free cloud. . .
     The cloud suddenly falls as a block of stone.
     Dust, rock dust, into this rock. I will plant my freedom, into this
rock now scattered to the wind.
     The burning sand eats our foreheads, simoon of flames.
     Smoke, smoke from the burning of bodies, smoke full of illu-
sions, in you I will plant my fancy.
     Smoke returns to the ocean, flask of dirty water where a hunch-
back Venus scoffs at hope through her satisfied teeth.



_______________________

Rene Daumal
Le Contre-Ciel
The Overlook Press 1990
translated from the French by Kelton W. Knight





"Rene Daumal was born in 1908 in Boulzicourt, a small town near
the Ardenne mountains. He would die in Paris just thirty-six years
later. Most of the intervening years were spent questioning the implications
of that birth and impending death and the authenticity of the
man they represented."






Sunday, August 30, 2015

Saturday, August 29, 2015

BUKOWSKI ON WRITING ~






C H A R L E S    B U K O W S K I





[ Charles Bukowski to Ron Silliman March 1967 ]


       [ . . . ] I have read the critics — Winters, Eliot, Tate, so forth,

the New Criticism, The New New Criticism, the demands of Shap-

iro, the whole Kenyon crowd, the Sewanee crowd, I used half a life-

time reading the critics, and while I found the content pretensive

I found the style somehow pleasurable, and now it's nice of you

to tell me that the best of them are trying to get "human dignity,

self respect, the kind of pride you find in a wild, free stallion" back

into verse. that sounds as phoney as a horse's rubber asshole to me

but if that is your insight and/or your outlook, it's yours, and fine.

       IF ALL ELSE IS UGLY, IS DEADLY, THEN ISN'T IT OUR

DUTY TO BE BEAUTIFUL?" you scream at me in large caps. Ron-

ald, "duty" is a dirty word, and "beautiful" is a put down word. you

want to knock somebody off his dusty little legs — just demand that

he be "beautiful."




( Ecco 2015 )

16 August 1920
Happy Birthday Charles Bukowski

Friday, August 28, 2015

SHE SAID, DRIVE ON, DRIVER ~








41 years and counting . . .

HEAVENLY RING ~










Heavenly Ring




Tonight —

because of her



because of me

& the telescope



I bought for her

birthday and she



has become so adept

she calls me out into



the chill spring eve to

look straight up



through lenses to a

miraculous visitation



with Saturn, of all places



______________________


 © Bob Arnold