Wednesday, December 31, 2014

AMERICAN PULP ~








A M E R I C A N    P U L P
Paula Rabinowitz
Princeton, 2014






Tuesday, December 30, 2014

ART & TEXTILES ~









Art & Textiles
ed. Markus Bruderlin
Hatje Cantz Verlag, 2013




ART STUDIO AMERICA ~











ART STUDIO AMERICA
photographs: Robin Friend
Thames & Hudson, 2013




Monday, December 29, 2014

GUSTAF SOBIN ~







Gustaf Sobin





always a chair

at every door; someone

watching

won't see.









through a spray

of gray beads, the scent

of oils,

unguents. . .









even in mid-

summer, small fires, smoke

through

magnolias.









of myself, no

word, no

messages; would wake early, take

trains to the temples.









stout stations in the

midst of

nowhere:

black

waiting rooms, within.









through the

high, rolling

interior: raised earth,

cradled air.









dry wind, dry

rocks, not

even the beggars, there,

say thanks.









over the seared

hills, their rolling

black

rectangles: the sea.









thick cables

of brown hair, quick

fingers

picking at squid.








a moon moving

over the un-

capped

columns: lost digit.








stone drums, stacked

into rows of

brown

tubulous lilies.









face, half-wrapped in

hair, glances

fast

as a needle -fish.








below the

rose domes, green

as leaves, the

young oranges. . .









with skinny rolls of

coins, nuns

buying bus tickets

for Caltanissetta.












really two

worlds, this light, that

dark, these fingers

swimming through. . .




__________________


GUSTAF SOBIN
Sicilian Miniatures
Cadmus Editions
1986






SNOW FREIGHT ~








Canadian freight train passing by Baker Lake, Alberta, Canada December 2014

AP Photo/The Canadian Press, Frank Gunn 






SNOWWALKER ~









HERE'S WHERE YOUR SNOW IS









Saturday, December 27, 2014

THE LYRICS (SINCE 1962) ~









Only 5000 were printed by Simon & Schuster (the same folks that are slowly bringing us Dylan's memoir in installment books) and a crate out of this small initial edition were also shipped over to the U.K. The price of under $150 quickly zipped up to $200. Scalpers now want $300-$500 for the first edition. Everyone expects a second printing. There are complaints about the slipcase, even the ribbon book mark! We all have so much to complain about.
Christopher Ricks and a small team of editors prepared the tome.
The best of the lyrics were written by a youngster.






The Lyrics
B O B   D Y L A N
Simon & Schuster 
October 2014





Woody Guthrie





STUCK IN THE MUD ~











orange


chimney


breadth


circle


desert


monarch


month


virtue


wisdom





English words that "cannot be rhymed at all" listed in the
Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics



if you do rhyme one of these words
 and I have
don't take it up with me
take it up with them




FRANCO BELTRAMETTI ~









FURTHER BECKETT ~







Cambridge, 2014




Billie Whitelaw & Beckett,  Royal Court Theatre, 1979


Billie Whitelaw
b. June 6, 1932 ~
 d. December 21, 2014




Thursday, December 25, 2014

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

BERTIE KOLLER FOR JAMES KOLLER ~







"This is a song I wrote for my father who passed away 10 December.
It was performed at a Winter Solstice celebration at my neighbor's house with Jamie (bass) & Sean (percussion) Oshima.
"

~ Bertie Koller





TURNING WE COME ROUND RIGHT ~









2014


THE OLDEST LIVING THINGS ~











RACHEL SUSSMAN
 The Oldest Living Things in the World
University of Chicago 2014





Tuesday, December 23, 2014

CHRIS ANDREWS ~







Roberto Bolano's Fiction
an expanding universe
Chris Andrews
Columbia 2014


AMERICA LATINA ~
















America Latina
1960 ~ 2013
Foundation Cartier
2013







Monday, December 22, 2014

JOE COCKER ~









Joe Cocker
1944 (Sheffield, UK)
~ 2014 (Colorado)








joe cocker
woodstock festival 
1969


ELSE LASKER-SCHÜLER ~











The Evening Rests On My Brow




The evening rests on my brow.

Man, I still haven't heard you murmur

or heard your heart roar —

and yet is not your heart

Earth's deepest shell?

Listening for the ring of your joy.

I learned next to your fear and listened closely.

But your heart is dead and Earth forgotten.

Oh, how I imagined that tone —

the evening presses it coolly to my brow.






I Am Sad



Your kisses darken on my mouth —

you no longer love me.



But how you once came —

blue for paradise.



On your ecstatic fountain

my heart danced.



Now I must paint it,

like the ladies who redden

the withered rose of their loins.



Our half-closed eyes

are like dying heavens.



The moon grows ancient.

And the night no longer watches.



You barely remember me —

where then shall I take my heart?






Farewell



But you never came with the evening —

I sat in a cape of stars.



When I heard someone knocking,

it was my own heart.

 

Now it hangs on every door post,

even yours —



among ferns a burnt-out fire-rose

in garland brown.



For you I stained heaven blackberry

with my own heart's blood.



But you never came with the evening —

I stood in golden shoes.






Prayer



In every country I seek a city

with an angel standing at the gate.

I carry broken on my shoulder

his great heavy wing,

and in my forehead the seal of his star.



And endlessly I roam the night

bringing love to this world,  

that every heart may blossom blue.

All my wearying life I have watched,

darkly breathing, cloaked in God.



Oh God, pull your coat tighter!

I know I'm the lees in the goblet,

and when the last man pours out the world

You'll not let me slip through your might again —

a new globe of earth will encompass me.




_________________

E L S E    L A S K E R - S C H U L E R
translated from the German by Janine Canan



Star In My Forehead
Holy Cow! Press
2000

http://jwa.org/encyclopedia/article/lasker-schueler-else




Sunday, December 21, 2014

RAYMOND CHANDLER IN HIS OWN WORDS~






The World of Raymond Chandler
in his own words
edited by Barry Day
Knopf, 2014