CHARLES BUKOWSKI ~

wearing the collar



I live with a lady and four cats
and some days we all get
along.

some days I have trouble with
one of the
cats.

other days I have trouble with
two of the
cats.

other days,
three.

some days I have trouble with
all four of the
cats

and the
lady:

ten eyes looking at me
as if I were a dog.


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C H A R L E S     B U K O W S K I

"A large number of the poems published in the posthumous collections,
especially beginning with What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through
the Fire (1999), differ — sometimes radically so — from the manuscript version
of the very same poems. In an attempt to rescue Bukowski's genuine voice and style,
the poems in this volume are faithful reproductions of the original manuscripts. If a
given manuscript could not be found, then the appropriate magazine version was
used; literary magazine editors made very few changes — if any — even printing 
Bukowski's unintended typographical mistakes. The sources below indicate which
version is being used for each poem as well as its date of publication."

"Poems flagged as uncollected have previously appeared in small press magazine
only, but given their obscure nature and limited print runs — 200 or 300 copies, if that — 
it is almost as if they were never actually published. Likewise, while some of the poems printed
in this collection have appeared in previous Black Sparrow Press and Ecco volumes of
poetry, the versions made available here have never been published before. This book, 
then, is a collection of new poetry and prose by Charles Bukowski."


For a poet like Charles Bukowski, who certainly didn't begin his writing career with the
likes of Ecco Press, or even Black Sparrow Press, I have highlighted above an astonishing
statement by the editor Debritto, diminishing the very world where Charles Bukowski made 
his name and reputation: the small press magazine and those obscure journals with limited
print runs. His early bread & butter. His charter. His family. If I'm not mistaken, some part of
even the Ecco publishing organization also cut their teeth on publishing a small press journal
and drew authors from its vast underground. Best not to be smug re Bukowski's background.
He could be listening.

[ BA ]

FRANCO ~

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/8300170.stm

SAM PHILLIPS ~

Little, Brown 2015

MAURICE SCULLY ~

 

Oak, pine, juniper and ash grew here in these

valleys 60,000 years ago where in summer the

ground was covered with wild flowers among the

grasses. . .



the grains in the cave. . . minute dots



drifting in on what we now call "June" breezes. . .

a little pale blue butterfly . . .



or one of the bodies of . . . the hides and skins of . . .

of



. . . tiny hollows in a bone decoration . . . or . . .



by water in a deep recess    here    (& here)



a little ripple I think



Look



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M A U R I C E     S C U L L Y

from H U M M I N G 
Shearsman Books 2009 

MORRISSEY, KISS ME A LOT ~

P I E R    P A O L O     P A S O L I N I

New York City 1966

photo Duilio Pallottelli

  
from R I C H E S


Behold those times re-created by
the brutal power of sunlit images,
the light of life's tragedy.
The walls of the trial, the field
of the firing squad; and the distant
ghost of Rome's suburbs in a ring,
gleaming white in naked light.
Gunshots: our death, our survival.
Survivors, the boys enter a ring
of distant buildings in the harsh
color of morning. While I, in the pit
of today, have a kind of snake in my guts,
twisting about, and a thousand tears
dripping from every point in my body
from my eyes to my fingertips,
from the roots of my hair to my chest.
My weeping knows no bounds: it wells up
before I can understand it, almost
preceding the sorrow. I don't know why
I'm wracked by all these tears as I glimpse
that group of boys walking away
in the harsh light of an unknown Rome,
a Rome just resurfacing from death,
surviving with all the magnificent joy
of gleaming white in the light,
full of its immediate destiny
as postwar epic, of brief years
worth a whole lifetime.
I see them walking away, and it's quite
clear that, as adolescents, they're on the road
of hope, in the midst of ruins
engulfed in a whiteness that is life,
almost sexual life, sacred in its misery.
And as they walk away in the light
I shudder, on the verge of tears: Why?
Because there is no light
in their future. Because there's only
weary backsliding, only darkness.
They're grown up now. They've lived
their dreadful postwar years
of corruption engulfed in light
and now they surround me, poor men
for whom every agony proved useless,
servants of time, at a moment
when we awake to the painful surprise
of learning that all that light
for which we lived was only a dream,
unjustified, unobjective, wellspring
now of lonely tears of shame.


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P I E R    P A O L O    P A S O L I N I

 
The Selected Poetry of Pier Paolo Pasolini
edited and translated by Stephen Sartarelli
with an astonishingly forthright and revealing
Foreword by the film director
James Ivory
( University of Chicago 2014 )

MAW SHEIN WIN ~

A bed with softer animals



It is raining.
It is Tuesday night.
There are 36 steps up to Alan's apartment on the East Sde.
A bed with softer animals.
A Doberman Pinscher walks into a 7-11 and buys a carton of milk.
I notice these things.

Rain waters the buildings and they grow and grow.
Makes thieves work harder.
Softens mountains.
Ruins sandwiches.

Some paintings make me cry.
I Like Crying.
Gunsmoke was a good show to cry to
Also, the Waltons' Christmas Special.

Alan is reading about cannibals in New Guinea.
The cannibals average at five feet tall.
They roast their dead for 30 days then bury them in the jungle.
Alan told me it rains more in the jungle, but I knew that already.

What I don't know is how lightning feels on the body.
Or what makes a glowworm glow.
Or why the neighbor keeps knocking his head against the wall.


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M A Y     S H I E N     W I N

from Cross-Strokes
Poetry between Los Angeles and San Francisco
edited by Neeli Cherkovski and Bill Mohr
Otis Books 
The Graduate Writing program
Otis College of Art and Design
2015

photo ~ female glow worm



 

WOODY'S LAST RIDE ~

 

http://www.ramblinjack.com/photos?gallery_photos=22

 

EMERALD POEM ~

L E N O R E    K A N D E L

Emerald Poem



there reaches a point without words
       safe    a point deep within the emerald
       seabright washes over eyes and tongue

frozen the stonebirds fly soft among my fingers
their tiny beaks tapping snowflakes from my thumb
                the color of emeralds
the solid becomes the liquid and I the greenbreather
I am at home among the nebulae
           in the heart of the emerald
       safe    a point without words
one is one and I the green breather
            I the gill singer
oh the liquid green flowers that the small birds carry!
       they fade to lavender
            on my tongue
       they fade to lavender on my eyes
oh the stars that devour me in the heart of the emerald
       safe    in the flowers of the emerald
       safe    at the point without words


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L E N O R E     K A N D E L

from Cross-Strokes
Poetry between Los Angeles and San Francisco
edited by Neeli Cherkovski and Bill Mohr
Otis Books 
Seismicity Editions
The Graduate Writing program
Otis College of Art and Design
2015

KEEP ON ROCKIN' ~

A homeowner looks at the view from the property owned by the Edge of U2. Environmental groups and residents of canyons and hillsides had lambasted the rock guitarist's original development proposal, saying it would cause irreparable harm to habitat and views. 

(photo ~ Anne Cusack / Los Angeles Times)

http://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/la-me-ln-edge-malibu-20151210-story.html

ARAM SAROYAN~

Aram and Gailyn Saroyan, St. Mark's Church, 1969

 Photo by Jayne Nodland

Friendly Persuasion




The body and the mind
Have a talk together

And the mind convinces the body
To go out with it on a date.

Soon afterwards
The mind calls the body up on the telephone

And says,
"Why don't you drop by?"

"When?" the body asks.
"How 'bout this afternoon."

In no time at all the mind and the body
Are doing steady.

Then they get married.
For a while they are very poor

And sometimes they have to go and stay at the body's folks' place
And then they have to stay at the mind's folks' place.

Neither one is a very good place to stay
They decide

And almost immediately they have a child.


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A R A M     S A R O Y A N


from Cross-Strokes
Poetry between Los Angeles and San Francisco
edited by Neeli Cherkovski and Bill Mohr
Otis Books 
Seismicity Editions
The Graduate Writing program
Otis College of Art and Design
2015

PERSONA ~

1966, Swedish
Director Ingmar Bergman
Bibi Andersson
Liv Ullmann

35 mm print of the film shot by Sven Nykvist

according to David Thomson best viewed in its correct 1.33:1 aspect ratio

(which it isn't here, but it's free, full film showing, and on Youtube)
In 2014 Persona was recovered and redelivered on DVD by the Criterion Collection

who have achieved the ratio right

According to Thomson, on Youtube, "the original glow

of Nykvist's work is retained"

Thomson goes further, "Bergman and Nykvist, Andersson and Ullmann

made Persona for movie theaters — But was that their mistake, their

fussiness? Without knowing it, were they really anticipating something like Youtube yet to come?" 

The intense little boy in spectacles at the start of the film holds a book,

it's Lermontov's A Hero of Our Time

This boy is Jorgen Lindstrom, born in 1951

he made other films as a child

then went to work in a film laboratory

Even with his film background, Thomson

wonders, "I wonder where he is now."

Ingmar Bergman passed away in 2007

The two actresses are still with us

Susan Sontag thought Persona

the greatest film ever made 

~

"It is one of money's deftest tricks to arrange the world so that we don't see it.
So it's an accomplished maneuver of the movies to convey a feeling
of desirable wealth without provoking fury or revolution in that 90
percent who are neither pretty nor rich enough to be up there on the screen.
For decades, it could be claimed that movies were telling us stories, offering
us harmless dreams, bringing delight and consolation —
doing all those things that the director in Sullivan's Travels
comes to see as precious and useful. But in asking
you to watch movies, I have to suggest levels of geological content and
discontent beneath those friendly messages. The screen breathes money,
and it's more than a nickel, or however much you paid the last time you went."


D A V I D    T H O M S O N
from his essay
"Can You See the Money?"
How To Watch A Movie
Knopf 2015

ON THE BORDERLINE ~

"Banksy said: “We’re often led to believe migration is a drain on the country’s resources but Steve Jobs was the son of a Syrian migrant. Apple is the world’s most profitable company, it pays over $7bn (£4.6bn) a year in taxes – and it only exists because they allowed in a young man from Homs.”

The Guardian

 

JOHNNY WINTER (LAST NIGHT) ~

DOWN FROM DOVER ~

" JOHNNY LOBO " ~

J O H N     T R U D E L L

( 1974 )

American Indian Movement  (AIM)  meeting

 

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/12/10/us/john-trudell-outspoken-advocate-for-american-indians-is-dead-at-69.html?module=WatchingPortal&region=c-column-middle-span-region&pgType=Homepage&action=click&mediaId=wide&state=standard&contentPlacement=2&version=internal&contentCollection=www.nytimes.com&contentId=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nytimes.com%2F2015%2F12%2F10%2Fus%2Fjohn-trudell-outspoken-advocate-for-american-indians-is-dead-at-69.html&eventName=Watching-article-click

(February 15, 1946 – December 8, 2015)

MALCOLM RITCHIE ~ The Crows of Gravity

Through this memoir, Malcolm Ritchie take us on a journey from early childhood trauma and damage, onto a quest for self-knowledge and healing.  He describes how his life led him from an interest in the paranormal, to Jungian psychology, Buddhism and shamanic practices.  Along the way, we have his discharge from the Royal Air Force; his expulsion from art school; his theft, with three friends, of a Rembrandt from a museum; his encounter and association with Dr. John Layard – anthropologist and Jungian psychologist, who was once guru to W.H. Auden in Berlin in the 1920’s – and his relationships with several well-known and influential people during the 1960’s and 70’s both in the arts and literary scene, as well as in the world of fashion.  As his story, and all the many other stories contained within it unfold, we encounter a cast of poets, painters, healers, tinkers, shamans, Buddhist monks and Shinto priests, and many others.  We are guided into a spiritual realm of altered states of consciousness and other realities, through his involvement in training with a Buddhist monk and then a Japanese shamanic healer, resulting in spirit possession, and culminating in a dramatic exorcism in the Peruvian rainforest, described at the end of the book. Ritchie’s memoir pulses with a variety of different energies, and works on several levels, often placing it beyond the specific genre of memoir, taking the reader into a life of danger, adventure and revelation, all recounted and leavened by a mind redolent with a pantomimic and comedic sense of humour, but shadowed at the same time by a cynical eye cast over Western civilization and culture.

"Get this book! 

Malcolm has written the autobiography of his/

our generation across four continents

from “angry young man”

to spiritual pilgrim

to poet of the great ley-lined earth

392 pages of astonishment."

J O H N     M A R T O N E

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392 pages

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K N O C K     K N O C K


What do you get when you put two hot-heads together like Donald Trump and "Morning Joe?"
We just witnessed the result.
More to come.


Trump is not only opening the land of bigotry in America (usually hidden with the status quo)
He is breaking through the PC crowd as well.
Media loves him in the media that wants to make only money (now the majority, including CNN)
But now the New York Times has lost control and can’t believe what they are seeing.


Trump is our worst nightmare.
But it’s a nightmare that has to play out.
Obama was another (for many).
It ain’t easy being a young country.


Put us up against the ages of China, Russia, Africa.
We are pipsqueaks.
There is another way to grow, except we like quick results.


Of course we are as old as the ancients if we ever allow Native Americans as our heritage.
It’s funny that we don’t.
It isn’t funny that we don’t.


We’re in a pickle.
To get out
You eat it.


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[ BA ]

THE LONGHOUSE ARCHIVE ~

Here it is December, firewood stacked by the door, and way back in May, thin blouses and skirts,

The University of Vermont
(Special Collections)

set up on their blog, nicely, but we never heard a word, this showcase of Longhouse

now part of their special collections. You can go to the library and view. One friend did such a thing. He mailed to us a brochure from his visit.

Since we pick up our mail in town, ten miles away, once every

week or two weeks (time passes slowly up here in the mountains) we just received the brochure and a note to the blog showing and that we were indeed up and running

on the Internet and in Vermont. Home sweet home. 
This roundabout way

has always been the middle name of our press.

Have a look! 


http://blog.uvm.edu/uvmsc-specialcollections/?p=131

HENRY MILLER ASLEEP & AWAKE ~

Sweetheart once knew Tom Schiller, the director of this film, long ago

in California. The other morning having breakfast she asked about

the film and wondered if she could watch it.

So I went and found it.

Bob Dylan considers Henry Miller the greatest American writer

ALEXANDER VON HUMBOLDT ~

Alexander von Humboldt has been largely forgotten in the

English-speaking world. He was one of the last polymaths, and

died at a time when scientific disciplines were hardening into tightly fenced and more specialized fields. Consequently his more holistic approach — a scientific method that included art, history, poetry and politics alongside hard data — has fallen out of favour. By the beginning of the twentieth century, there was little room for a man whose knowledge had bridged a vast range of subjects. As scientists crawled into their narrow areas of expertise, dividing and further subdividing, they lost Humboldt's interdisciplinary methods and his concept of nature as a

global force.

A  N  D  R  E  A      W  U  L  F 

from The Invention of Nature

Alexander von Humboldt's new world 

 Knopf  2015 

 

I'M ON FIRE ~

THE CLARITY OF ANY SADNESS ~

The Clarity of Any Sadness



After sustaining any infraction, find a way to direct it toward
    dissolve.
The Sutras are full of such advice.


Try this : place two words, equidistant, against the friction of your
    speak, against the stricture of stick and stone.
See how your own insides thrive on the plants that lush outside
    you.


Get on your knees while kissing your knees.
This is an esoteric teaching I am not at liberty to clarify.


Then separate the string bean part of your heart from the tough
    potato skin.
Boil the butter and pour it, clear, through gauze into any jar of your
    choosing.


This is not a recipe for sadness. The elephant is already in the
    broom.
I have been using the tail of its massive silk self to clear the way. 



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G E O R G E    K A L A M A R A S
The Hermit's Way of Being Human

CW Books
P.O. Box 541105
Cincinnati, Ohio 45254-1106
www.readcwbooks.com

WHY WAS I BORN ~

DRUM ~

D R U M M O N D     H A D L E Y

from Book One: 

Cowboys and Horses

  

Preamble

Now come hear these rough rhymes sing
Like sunlight on the ridgelines of far mountain ranges,
Range upon range of recognition in the dawn.
This book documents the settling of the Borderlands.
It is a weaving of humor and tears,
Of men and women grounded in the earth,
The livelihoods and folk knowledges,
The wisdoms fast disappearing,
The horses, the cowboys, the beautiful lands.
It is heard across these howling distances,
Of faraway mountain ranges,
Voices echoing across cedar breaks, arroyos, and mesas.
As far as the eye can see, the distances cling to each spoken word
As each word clings to the distances and tries to take them in.
But if you listen, you can still hear them
When you read these words slowly by the fire
And your voice becomes the people,
The lions, the wildlife, and the land.

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Drummond Hadley
from Voice of the Borderlands
Rio Nuevo Publishers
Tucson, 2005
 

http://www.terrain.org/poetry/18/hadley.htm

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4958683

http://articles.latimes.com/1993-03-21/magazine/tm-13283_1_gray-ranch-nature-conservancy-new-mexico/4

CID CORMAN (MATERA) ~

Cid Corman archive

Longhouse

2015