Thursday, August 31, 2017

MICHAEL HETTICH ~








The Happiness of Trees



I slept that summer on a screen porch in the woods
     with the creatures and insects singing so loudly
my mind seemed to join them — out there without me —
     to move around like a breeze from form to form


and then to return as a fox or a cicada,
     some other night creature, to slip back inside me
humming whatever it had heard, patterns
     I couldn't sing along with but felt inside


like the happiness of trees when a soft wind
     turns their leaves' pale underbellies up to the sky
and makes the sap rise. I love to wake
     before myself, to silence and fog.


Sometimes I got up and walked out into the chilly woods
     and sometimes I turned over as though this happiness
might last forever, and slept just a while
     longer, until the first birds sang.


—————————

MICHAEL HETTICH
The Frozen Harbor
Red Dragonfly Press, 2017















Wednesday, August 30, 2017

WHY POETRY ~




ECCO 2017




A fine enough poet but I believe the best mind of Matthew Zapruder comes through in this excellent new book of essays — really one long essay — on the same subject of why poetry, why poets, why is there air, and he even scores points on Auden's much over-used ragged line "poetry makes nothing happen" . . . with a delightful twist, Zapruder will show the reader that is exactly right: poetry MAKES nothing happen. A big word that "nothing."

In these essays Zapruder shows forth as a natural born teacher. 

Take up this book.

[ BA ]





Monday, August 28, 2017

FOR SUSAN ~








anniversary




FOR SUSAN ~








anniversary





DREAM COME TRUE 3 ~






 DREAM COME TRUE
————————————

 for, you know who



Family





Try to get three berries

Off one stem at rest stop

As three of us







Far From Town





That delicate

Held bag from

The donut shop







Tip-Toe




Summer dress

Covers you

Barely







We




I wanted the

Longest kiss —

So we began







Always the Way




She peeks in my window

But she is so pretty

I’m already peeking out










The Little Things




Snowy months —

A bird call

Means a bunch









Notorious




He’s the town crazy

And we’ve been in town only five seconds

And he’s found us









Remember




Some dogs

Follow you —

Some don’t



———————————
BOB ARNOLD
Dream Come True
Longhouse, tel-let, Nordsjoforlaget 
2001, 2008, 2009


A little book published by three
different publishers and thank you
to Susan, John Martone, Hanne Bramness,
Lars Amund Vaage who translated the poems
into Norwegian

photograph above ~ 
Engaged couple Marshall and Yolanda Jacobs kiss atop a flagpole, Coshocton, Ohio, June 1946, prior to their wedding.
Allan Grant—The LIFE Images Collection/Getty Images

finis

Back in a week or two with more Bob






FOR SUSAN ~








anniversary



FOR SUSAN ~







anniversary





Sunday, August 27, 2017

PAY THE MAN ! ~








THEN THIS GUY CAME ALONG. . .THE BODY MASTER!
(DARIO ROSSI)






Saturday, August 26, 2017

MAX ROACH ~









BRILLIANT ~





"In an interview in the Paris Review, poet Anne Carson describes this way a poem unfolds:

Anne Carson: Some people think that means the poet takes a snapshot of an event and on the page you have a perfect record. But I don't think that's right; I think a poem, when it works, is an action of the mind captured on a page, and the reader, when he engages it, has to enter into that action. His mind repeats that action and travels again through the action, but it is a movement of yourself through a thought, through an activity of thinking, so by the time you get to the end you're different than you were at the beginning and you feel that difference.

Interviewer: So it's an action for both the writer and the reader.


Carson: Yes, exactly, and they share it artificially. The writer did a long time ago but you still feel when you're in it that you're moving with somebody else's mind through an action.


The Paris Review Interview



I find this a brilliant unwrapping of any talk about poetry — first picked up in Matthew Zapruder's equally stunning new book of essays on poetry 
(and much more) 
WHY POETRY
 (Ecco 2017)



Tuesday, August 22, 2017

JOE NAPORA ~













B  U  L  L  H  E  A  D       B  O  O  K  S

2  0  1  7






Monday, August 21, 2017

DREAM COME TRUE 2 ~







 DREAM COME TRUE
————————————

 for, you know who





Fucking





Going grocery shopping

With the one you love

Isn’t grocery shopping







Flowers




How clever to be so

Beautiful — to have us

Move them into the light







In Country




Everywhere —

Little bits of mouseshit

Little bits of seed







Name




With my long hair

Tucked up into my cap

I’m called redneck







No




When there are no poems to write

Get used to it —

No is no







Hidden




Every single second

This stream passes under

This bridge






Eco




I chopped down the tree I planted

Cut up and burned as fuel

Carried out its ash to spread






Sure




The cat hides away all

Day asleep and thinks nothing

Of coming out and wanting a kiss




———————————
BOB ARNOLD
Dream Come True
Longhouse, tel-let, Nordsjoforlaget 
2001, 2008, 2009


A little book published by three
different publishers and thank you
to Susan, John Martone, Hanne Bramness,
Lars Amund Vaage who translated the poems
into Norwegian