Saturday, October 20, 2018

THE MUSE ~






O  W  E  N       G  I  N  G  E  R  I  C  H
"Peterson's book portrays Galileo in a wonderfully
fresh perspective. Over several decades I have
steeped myself in Galileo biographies, and it's really
rare to find an account as intriguing as this one."

We Agree



Harvard University


Thursday, October 18, 2018

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

AWE ~






After the Apocalypse There is Only the Apocalypse



The sun came streaming in

Melting the things in the room

The papers crumbled into a black heap

The furniture crawled and then disappeared



The fire in the sun is a person

He and I once ate lunch

On the moon we sat with a blanket and a picnic basket

He said the world before us is nothing compared



To the fire in his heart and the fire in God

That makes the whole world

Thump in a beating music, heartbeats and mountains

That makes the bluebird in the tree



Swoop down to a small river

And wet his silky blue body

A red worm in his mouth

And the sun a yellow light on his back.




————————
AWE
Dorothea Lasky
Wave Books 2007








Tuesday, October 16, 2018

THE TRAVELING FEAST ~





I'm reading this book in June and will be in no hurry to post
a short notice — sort of a feckless book, 
yet a generous subject by the author to pay
tribute to his "heroes" (writers) by visiting
them at their homes and preparing a meal,
if they so desire. Some decline. Bass admits he
would decline such an offer! . .and away we go.
I personally am attracted to many of the
writers Bass visits so I read the book,
cringing here and there.

[ BA ]




Little, Brown
2018

Monday, October 15, 2018

HEAVEN LAKE (3) ~








A Hurricane & Its People






It happened just like this —

we had a hurricane

and then a flood

and both were termed

“100 year events”

which means no one

around now had ever

seen anything like this before —

not the road workers who would

have to rebuild all the roads

not the town officials who had to walk

in the muck and seem like they were officiating

none of the people standing there destitute

none of the woods where we lived had any idea either

it just parted with the waves, trees went away, and

the day and the night time roared



our bodies still went to sleep

our bodies still got up

the sun shone again

the river slowly but surely subsided

some houses were gone forever

hundreds of thousands of trees vanished

roads to get us places were gone

bicycles came out

you could walk but our woods neighbors

insisted on driving, and one time we came

home on our bicycles and caught a straight course

on what was once the road but it now was a river

bed of dry rock and rubble and mistreatment

and it seemed like every neighbor

at the same time was trying

to drive on this old road memory as

a river bed, with the flooded river receded

and it was the largest traffic jam we’d ever seen

and will probably ever see out here in the woods

since percentages say it won’t happen again until 100 years



naturally

it will take that long to get this image

out of my memory



II.


And another time after that hurricane and flood

we were hiking along the river on our land

to have a look around, to see what was out of place

and we found a campsite tucked away

as if trying to hide

built there by neighborhood boys

old enough to build something nice out of stone

and old enough to ask permission to build it on our land

except they didn’t

they just took the land over

made their campsite

had their friends over

built a big fire and drank with

their friends and enjoyed themselves



when we found the campsite it looked

like something out of a King Arthur time

well placed stones in a ring and some built into

chairs like thrones — someone had put a great deal

of thought into the sacred site — it would take

savvy to move them off and put the stones away

this had to happen, we don’t want fires on our land

or drinking

or partying

we want the land as land



beautifully devoid of man

growing leaves, lichen, and solitude

but for the time being we knew the young men

needed a place for counsel, a place to prove themselves

as victors and survivors after the hurricane, and a party

now and then is good for this



so we let time pass, through winter

until spring, and then we spoke to

the young men’s mother, almost a knot

in shape, walk and disposition

she wanted nothing to do with our ideas

for our own land, she saw nothing wrong

with her children out of her house and freely

distributed to our land and their campsite while

regaining her own place in her own house



so things became unfortunate

we broke apart the campsite ourselves

dealt with the young men and all that ugly

further worse with the mother, never mind

the majority who live on our road, siding

against us and believing people should be

able to do as they wish

except of course when you wish to do it to them



overnight the world had become rotten

or to be kinder — confused

and still it snowed

apple trees blossomed

gardens grew

birds sang



we’re lucky   





—————————
Bob Arnold
Heaven Lake
Longhouse 2018




photograph ~

Flooded Green River at the
Eunice Williams Covered Bridge
Greenfield, MA.
2011





Sunday, October 14, 2018

Saturday, October 13, 2018

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

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Tuesday, October 9, 2018

MAX FRISCH ~


















MY AFTERLIFE ~








a kitchen garden my afterlife









a tendril

inquires — I just

stand here









I cage my

tomatoes



and return

to this desk









tomatoes in one hand

weeds in the other

he stands up









by-pass pruner

cape-cod weeder and pocket knife

I don't pack a lunch









your bobbing flight

goldfinch ends with

a sunflower's nodding









empty

garden swing

swinging at dawn



you don't have

to see her





——————————

John Martone
My Afterlife
Tufo, 2018








Monday, October 8, 2018

HEAVEN LAKE (2) ~








Fair Is Fair






After breaking in

The snowshoe trail

The deer use it








Old






is when

everything



feels oddly

too new








Business






A short cut down an alley

May give you the long view

Of life








Mirror





rain

on

leaf






—————————
Bob Arnold
Heaven Lake
Longhouse 2018






Saturday, October 6, 2018

Friday, October 5, 2018

NOSE TO THE GRINDSTONE ~




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