Friday, April 28, 2017

SUSAN STEWART ~





Graywolf Press 2017







Wrens


their tumbling joy

decanted descanting

over cobble

stones in and out

of firethorn back

and forth to gingko

who knows

who will

ever know

what net

binds them

loosening

song?

I would not

lose them

could not lose

them know

if there's

another

place another

world another life

there must be wrens.


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Susan Stewart





Wednesday, April 26, 2017

AND THE RICH, GET RICHER ~




Obama Accepts $400,000 Fee for a Speech

( on Wall Street )
( Surprise! Surprise!)













JONATHAN DEMME ~






JONATHAN  DEMME
photograph by Suzanne DeChillo


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One of our grandest modern film directors
is elegantly showcased and
remembered by the
New York Times,
with a film lover's thanks.













EMILY DICKINSON ~







Amherst College Press
2017








Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Monday, April 24, 2017

MY BEAUTIFUL KNOW-IT-ALL ~









Library In The Woods 






1000s  & 1000s  & 1000s  & 1000s of books

Neat in rows room to room, floor to floor



Sometimes the mice

Run over the tops









My Beautiful Know-It-All







Before the robins could tell me


My lover told me —


“The robins are back”








Surgery







I just moved a curled up


woolly caterpillar from this


year’s woodpile into next year’s







10 Days Worth Of Amox~Clav






My cat can’t figure out why I’ve been sick so long

I see it in his face, eyes blinking, pinkest nose



my friends don’t know what to say after awhile

they figure it’s better to just go quiet



and so I go quiet

next subject will be politics



my lover is most concerned but sees me coming

to make love and says with a grin, “you’re better”



my mother, who shouldn’t come into this poem after

I make love but there she is, asks, “so what’s the



matter?” like it’s my fault

and maybe it is





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Bob Arnold
BEAUTIFUL   DAYS
Longhouse









Sunday, April 23, 2017

BIG FUN ~











HELL NO ~






"I have sought in this essay to rescue the Vietnam
peace movement from oblivion."

— Tom Hayden



THE SWAMP ~




“If monopoly persists, monopoly will always sit 
at the helm of the government.”

Woodrow Wilson








photo ~ NY Times







Saturday, April 22, 2017

JAMES KOLLER ON THE ROAD ~






J A M E S      K O L L E R

~

I've had this tape sitting here for over a month now waiting for a spring day
of a sort to bloom so I could set it forth on the Birdhouse just the way Jim Koller often
took off for the west (from Maine) during the Spring. He had much family out
that way. Friends. Totems.

This tape, shared from Jim's youngest son Bert, who made the
recording of Jim, maybe around the time Jim was in his early 70s
is my guess — and you will hear the old midwest of his tone
and language (born outside Chicago) and a little whiskey and whiskers.
These are some of Jim Koller's finest road poems, and after Kerouac
few saw the open road as open and skyline as Koller.

Take a listen.

[ BA ]


EARTH DAY ~







EarthRise,
the 1968 The Last Whole Earth Catalog
described this image as
"The famous Apollo 8 picture of
EarthRise over the moon."










Thursday, April 20, 2017

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Monday, April 17, 2017

WALKING INTO SPRING ~









Short Story







She came to me before bed rubbing

face cream from her hands to her

cheeks and onto her lips



and kissed me on the lips

like it was the most natural

thing to do



so I tasted of face cream

long after she had fallen

asleep



and 

I didn't

mind













Leaf~Like






How long together —



so that when she

leaves for a moment



to find a bathroom

I wait in the aisle of



a store seemingly

active and content



yet only in pause

so that when she



returns I continue

and if she didn’t —



leaf-like I’d

blow away











Walking Into Spring







The shortest black shorts on all the sidewalk


Also the longest legs


It’s 69 degrees after a very strange winter of no snow for months and 
   a blizzard


The hair is brown and straight and it falls way past her shoulders


No one notices her because she is at ease which is why I notice


She’s as natural as a leaf I found today and put into my shirt pocket


Just a leaf, from last fall, and now almost spring


No one else wanted it


She’s just walking


Eating ice cream from a cup


With a spoon










Day






at

a




stand

still




like

only




winter

can





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Bob Arnold
BEAUTIFUL   DAYS
Longhouse