"Corman’s old house, 51 Jones Avenue, remains. It’s a duplex now, located
at the end of the street, one side only retains the number 51 address,
that place from where Corman sent out the copy of those early printings
of Origin, the pages filled with writing by Creeley, Olson, Levertov and others."
Reader Stephen Collins has even painted a nice bench for you to sit on.
Be patient let it dry, read a book while you wait.
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Sorry, 9 year old free-giving-spirit Stephen Collins from Kansas, you live in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave and you are not allowed to give away free books from the tax-paid front yard of your family's home. Uh-uh. No go. Can't do. If we let him get away with this, everyone will want to do it Etc. Besides, it's books. Why doesn't the kid stay wrapped up in video games, or at least learn how to use a Kindle or The Nook? Books, geez, the next thing he'll want to do is think for himself! Cut them down to size when you can. 9 years old. It's never too early to start. Let's hope the town fathers feel proud of themselves.
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9-Year-Old's 'Little Free Library' Shut Down By City
The Huffington Post | By Lydia O'Connor
A 9-year-old Kansas boy is fighting for his right to operate a tiny library from his front yard after city officials deemed it an illegal structure.
Spencer Collins built his "Little Free Library" -- one of 15,000 “take a book, leave a book” structures that have popped up around the world -- both as a Mother's Day gift and as an attempt to engage with his Leawood, Kansas, community through one of his favorite pastimes. It's a way to “get into reading, get to know your neighbors, and … make friends,” he told Fox 4 News.
But a month after setting up the birdhouse-sized structure, the Collins family received a letter from the city telling it to take down the library by June 19 or face a fine for violating a code banning freestanding structures, his mother, Sarah Collins, told ABC affiliate KMBC.
The Leawood City Council said it received complaints about the library and could not presently make an exception for it.
“This is different than a one-day Kool-Aid stand; it’s a permanent structure,” Councilman Jim Rawlings told The Kansas City Star. “This question is -- where do you draw the line on front yard structures?”
But supporters on the little library’s Facebook page, which now has more than 20,000 likes, have pointed out what they believe are inconsistencies in the city’s enforcement, saying the library should be treated the same as birdbaths, birdhouses, lawn furniture or holiday decorations.
Leawood Mayor Peggy Dunn told the Star that the council plans to discuss Collins’ library at a July 7 meeting and could make an exception for the structure if a majority of the council supports it.
Spencer and his family said they have been invited to attend the meeting and are eager to work with the city.
"I would tell them why it's good for the community and why they should drop the law," he told KMBC. "I just want to talk to them about how good it is."
Steely Dan — from Burroughs, Naked Lunch — I never played their music. Read the book plenty.
I certainly heard their music, grew up all around it, actually was drawn to snippets and slices of the songs, still am; we're about the same age, but I never bought a single or an album and won't. Over.
But I love Donald Fagen's Eminent Hipsters.
It's a cool book, just the right size (short) and he gets down to all things you would never expect — like Jean Shepherd, a tiny interview with Ennio Morricone, a match struck on Ike Turner, Sci-fi, sixties stuff, as student at Bard College, and a hilarious road journal touring with Boz Scaggs and others, all as old geezers. You'll love it.
Also, be warned — and I hesitate to bring it up to create any false drama because Fagen does not, and I much respect his even temper as a writer, even as he is falling it seems to pieces — that his forty year old stepson takes his life mid-passage in his journal entries "With the Dukes of September," while on tour, writing, playing concerts, sharing with us, and he soldiers on.
Before he became one of the two (with Walter Becker) of Steely Dan, Fagen wanted to be a writer. Well he is.
"I finally manage to get sleep by listening to an old Verve album I have on my computer, "Getz Meets Mulligan in Hi-Fi." These two white jazz virtuosos, both acolytes of Lester Young, both ex-junkies and heavy drinkers, and both, according to musicians' lore, megalomaniacal dicks, played like angels, and never more so than on this album. I've been listening to it for a half century, and it always seems fresh and beautiful."
Sitting on a rock, Yukel watched the sea leaf through the world's book of water.
We are constantly in touch with the work, as salt is in touch with the sand, as air with water, secretly in touch as scales are with the echo, as silence is with signs.
Lived moments, faithfully recorded. The patient work of death.
There are no trees for the dead earth.
There are no stars for dead skies.
Light from beyond the crests, the grooves.
It engulfs heaven and earth.
2
"Impossible to save. Every day escapes the day."
— Reb Lieto
3
"Conscious and unconscious of the possible.
"The impossible is beyond the no-longer-possible. But the no-longer-possible depends as much on what we know of ourselves and the world as on the general scope of human knowledge in the given instant.
"Earth impregnated by the river, the impossible — a fruitful text."
"Good to see this slim and quite satisfying book in hand as a gift
from you, many thanks. I've read through the book a few times now and
there remains a bounce to these poems. Poems that have a high degree
of self consciousness and devil may care to balance it all out with some
sort of gentle enough ease. Nancy may not even know what she is doing,
which is often the best method with poetry. Let the song take over.
The book design and size and feel of the stock all go together nicely.
Your publications also have a consistency of simply appearing.
Which strengthens existence."
— Bob Arnold to Scott Watson, publisher
Bookgirl Press
3-13-16 Tsurugaya-higashi
Miyagino-ku, Sendai
Japan 983-0826
distributed in the USA by Mountains & Rivers Press
Look what has happened during 40 years to my little copy of Gerald Hausman's children's book Beth. She's been through the war — the war of love.
The book first came to me via a book salesman who was moving through the countryside one November evening in 1974 and Gerry happened to hand him this copy to give to me, signed and all, thoughtful, and the salesman did. He came to our cabin in the woods. If it sounds romantic, it was.
I still remember the hour he arrived because it was a dark late afternoon with snow on the ground and it felt like already night time. We stood and talked in my two room cabin. Probably me leaning against the old sink, the visitor leaning against a small counter. The kerosene lamp on. I was waiting for Sweetheart to return from town. Instead the salesman showed up.
He stayed long enough for Sweetheart to meet him. We never saw him again. We wouldn't meet Gerry for three decades. Like I said, it was romantic.
I read that book aloud to Susan, our son, all children that ever came to the cabin and later our house. The book began to fall apart. The silverfish came to read it, gobble it, they took some of the book away. It was allowed. The book was tough, the book was vital, the book was in love. It has endured.
Pianist Horace Silver performs on stage as part of the Newport Jazz
Festival held at Carnegie Hall, New York City in July 1976. (Photo by
David Redfern/Redferns)
A wonderful publication, long in the tradition — and my only quiet complaint is that Peter Berg, founding spirit, should have his name on the masthead. Done right.
When next in the Berkshire hills — Lenox, Massachusetts to be exact — stop-in at one of the better small town bookshops and meet a pro at work: kept small, kept shiny.
I just wrote this on the Birdhouse comments to my good friend Mike Luster, and then couldn't live with myself, or go to bed, before putting something up for this sweet singer.
"Mike,
Just heard Jimmy Scott passed away at 88. The stunning
singer, interpreter, vocal genius. We're just too busy right now on the
road with errands and long travel bouts to get anything correct in place
on the Birdhouse for Jimmy Scott the master. I'll make up for this, and
him.