A Longhouse Birdhouse

Saturday, February 10, 2018

GERALD STERN ~

R E A D M E

Trinity University Press

2012

Friday, February 9, 2018

Thursday, February 8, 2018

A COTTAGE ON THE MOSS ~

R E A D M E

I'm sure I have showcased this book in the past ~

I was running an eye across the den library

here where I work and spotted this lovely book again

and pulled it out to read again

Join me

I've supplied what Google will give to us

You'd love a copy of the book

Library Empyreal

PO Box 36503

Canton, Ohio

44735

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Monday, February 5, 2018

ONLY A CHILD ~

Howdy Doody

he walks

in soft

pajamas at

my cheek

says goodnight

before and

after a

kiss

Gathering Wood

Dark dark in the woods

My son walks, stumbles

Over brush and limbs, looks

Where to step by watching

My legs — how I do it —

Carrying the saw, not

Much talk (he is only two)

But instead we seem to be

Singing quietly about end

Of day around us, the tall

Trees taking light, his hands

Grip dry sticks for a cookstove

And the love of his mother

We are heading back home

Only A Child

Cookstove choco-

late chip cookies

warm the counter

guarded by

toy-soldiers

More Father & Son Quality Time

He found in the farmyard

3 clean white pilgrim goose

Feathers freshly dropped

He picked up a stick

Made a blunt arrow

Strung a bow

He taped the feathers to the arrow

Filled the bow

Aimed it at me

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BOB ARNOLD

I'm In Love With You

Who Is In Love With Me

Longhouse 2012

Sunday, February 4, 2018

One wintry day in 1983, David Hammons peddled snowballs of various sizes. He laid them out in graduated rows and spent the day acting as obliging salesman. Calling the unannounced street action Bliz-aard Ball Sale, he inscribed it into a body of work that, from the late 1960s to the present, has used a lexicon of discreet actions and consciously ‘black’ materials to comment on the nature of the artwork, the art world and race in America.

Although Bliz-aard Ball Sale has been frequently cited and is increasingly influential, it has long been known only through scant descriptions and a handful of photographs. In this engaging study, Elena Filipovic collects a vast oral history of the ephemeral work, uncovering rare images and documents, and giving us singular insight into an elusive artist who has made an art of making himself difficult to find.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

LONNIE JOHNSON ~

Friends — ah, I doubt Lonnie Johnson would have minded sharing his song,
but people have their reasons. When this happens on the Birdhouse: please go directly to Youtube and see if the song and Lonnie are hanging out there. If the blockers really don't want us to hear this song,
then let it be. There will be other songs.

CROSSROADS ~

Friday, February 2, 2018

ANOTHER GREAT AMERICAN ~

1929 (NYC) ~ 2018 (Maine)

what a time to lose him!

WHEN THIS WORLD COMES TO AN END ~

SLAVOJ ZIZEK ~

S L A V O J Z I Z E K

MIT Press

2017

Thursday, February 1, 2018

GOBBLE ~

800-page book on food phobias

but it's by Alexander Theroux

so buckle-up

R E A D M E

Published 05.23.2017
Fantagraphics
784 Pages

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

DEAR FRIEND ~

News and scandal-gunner that I am, I watched all the State of the Union speech, including all the pomp and ceremony before hand. One could already sense no one was quite taking this speech or event seriously. Menace TV might be, but there was that trepidation seeping in from CNN and certainly from the good folks at MSNBC. This morning you probably caught Morning Joe folks calling the Menace “The Great Dictator” which should be more “The Little Dictator” so it doesn’t take away from the classic Charlie Chaplin satire. But I typed poems for the Birdhouse while the Menace went on, and on, and on, with that wispy voice and bullish nose in the air. Poems by Ellen Bass of lesbian love and her children, and Palestinian poems of homeland and family. Family, of which the Menace will allow one or two “into” the country, but not the whole chain. Like he’d allow Ivanie and Dum Dum Jr., “into” the country, and cut the throats of Derik and Tippy at the border. This is a man who not only speaks with full meanness and disdain, he looks it through and through, much as Al Capone looked like a satiated bloated fish of prohibition.

The first line I read this morning before I got to the newspapers was by the Irish poet Louis MacNeice: “I meet you in an evil time” from his first book of poems published in 1935, born in the same town as my mother, Belfast. Halfway during the speech I went out onto the ice with flashlight and slip of paper to search for a book on witchcraft that had already sold. Amazon had its records wrong as to this listing. I clambered anyway through the studio wall shelves in a pinch of light believing I’d find the book having left a speech given by the great believer. Have you ever heard so many lies in a speech? I waited to listen afterwards to a rebuttal by young Joe Kennedy, earnest and golden, reminding me of Bobby Kennedy that fateful night in Los Angeles. I was watching that speech and it was live for us when he was shot dead. Now I stay up until midnight jumping television stations when it got too terrible and twisted listening to very smart people on CNN try to make hay of nothing (their new line of duty), while Rachel Maddow and Brian Williams and Nicole Wallace almost couldn’t help but blurt into helpless laughter, mostso the women. Look at the women during the speech — Nancy Pelosi gloriously stone-faced. She’s seen enough from a racist and sexual predator, liar, and all the rest of the gumbo I’m sure she has had in her own life and trials with men. The Menace is nothing but a harsh steady diet of nationalistic and defiant white white white man’s sermon. His gallery of freaks in the audience to show-off looked crippled, miserable, fraught. An evil time.

He’ll fire Mueller, move to North Korea bombast, engulf us in so much carnage we’ll seek solace anyway we can, while the criminal slips town.

Rain tomorrow with snow showers and that persistent chill. We're stuck right now in the dime of winter.

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"Never let them see you sweat"

Dan Reeves

Head Coach

Denver Broncos

2008