Friday, February 19, 2021

WAKING TO SNOW ~



 




Chickadees                                  




Intricate                                                          

needlepoint of



chickadees in the

high pines



I'll wear their song

all day








Dark Light


Trying to remember

the names of

things I love.

The Milky Way

too heavy

for the roof to hold.












Wednesday, February 17, 2021

John Martone ~ David Maria Turoldo

 



David Maria Turoldo

"O My Senses"

translated by John Martone



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signed by John Martone
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Monday, February 15, 2021

POETS WHO SLEEP #38 ~


P O E T S     W H O     S L E E P


______________________



                                           drawn & scribed by Bob Arnold


Sunday, February 14, 2021

Saturday, February 13, 2021

SEE & HEAR ~




 




JOHN HAINES (1958-1960) ~

 




Two Poems After Li Po



I — Conversation


If you ask me why

I live here on

this lonely hillside


I will smile and say:


The autumn leaves

drift on the moving

water, and

the world of men

is far away.


II — Quiet Night


Moonlight spills

across the bed,

outside the frost

is deepening.


I lie awake and

watch the changing

shadows, thinking

of the lonely earth.




A Letter


                  after Li Chang-yin


I will not ask you

what we know too well,

the heart has

its own intelligence.


I lower the flame in the lamp

by the snowbound window

and let the moonlight in.


Two thousand miles away

you have said goodbye,

and there is no returning.




After Chu Yuan



With you

I will go down

to the river

and bathe in a quiet pool.


I will dry your hair

in the sun

singing a little,

facing the quiet wind.


With you

I will climb the slope

of evening,

warmed and content,

thinking of home.



________________

John Haines

Of Your Passage, O Summer

Limberlost Press, 2004




Friday, February 12, 2021

LIVINGSTON SUITE ~

 




from Livingston Suite



Maybe I'm wrong. After years of practice

I learned to see as a bird but I refuse

to do it now, not wanting to find the body.

I traveled east to our cabin in Michigan

where I learned that my Zen master, Kobun

Chino Sensei, drowned in a cold lake trying to save

his three-year-old daughter who also drowned.

I make nothing of this but my mind suddenly

rises far upward and I see Kobun in his black

robes struggling in the water and he becomes

a drowning raven who then frees himself for flight,

his daughter on the lake's bottom rising to join him.

What could the vision mean but a gift? I said

maybe I'm wrong. The Resurrection is fatally correct.



__________________

Jim Harrison

Livingston Suite

Limberlost Press, 2005






Wednesday, February 10, 2021

AN INTERVIEW WITH BOB ARNOLD BY MUSIC ARTIST JOSHUA BURKETT

 

An interview with Bob Arnold

by music artist Joshua Burkett


Best read on PDF:

  View as a PDF ~



                                                                    


Tuesday, February 9, 2021

S. CLAY WILSON ~

 


Tim Forcade


S. CLAY WILSON 




Riot In Cell Block Number Seven (1977)




Monday, February 8, 2021

POETS WHO SLEEP #37 ~



P O E T S     W H O     S L E E P


______________________



                                           drawn & scribed by Bob Arnold

























Sunday, February 7, 2021

ELDER CHARLES BECK ~

 



Elder Charles Beck from Mobile, Alabama was a popular gospel singer, evangelist and multi-instrumentalist. He started his career in the 1920s working as pianist with Rev. D.C. Rice and started his solo career in 1937 with an early recording of Thomas Dorsey's great composition "Precious Lord" 



Friday, February 5, 2021

JANINE POMMY VEGA ~

 


 Today is

Janine Pommy Vega's

Birthday

( 1942- 2010 )

and this

Spring

we will celebrate

Janine

with a

new book of

vintage

poems —

watch this

post

for

details ~

Happy

Birthday !

Janine

__________



drawing by bob arnold




Thursday, February 4, 2021

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

RE-READING ELSE LASKER-SCHULER ~

 



My edition of Concert (Konzert in German)

has for its front cover, naturally, one of Franz Marc's

wondrous postcard paintings which the artist sent to

Lasker-Schuler almost monthly over the years 1912-14.

Marc would perish in WW I at Verdun as a soldier in 1916,

one year after another of the author's associates,

the poet Georg Trakl, took his life after the horrendous

battle of Grodek. Misery traveled with Else Lasker-Schuler

whether the death of her beloved mother and brother Paul, and even her

only child, also Paul, from an ill-fated marriage, and still in

Concert we receive a dulcet style of stories, essays, dream-state

vignettes. It was one of the last books published by a Jew before

the rise of the Third Reich. Lasker-Schuler was out of Germany before

Hitler clearly showed his face, and wandering, wandering, eventually settling

elderly and unevenly in Palestine, struggling with the language and never

quite coming to terms with where she was and the Palestine of her dreams.

She would die of heart failure in 1945 after publishing her last book of

poems, My Blue Piano (Mein Blaues Klavier). In 1952

Gottfried Benn declared Lasker-Schuler "the greatest

poetess Germany ever had."

Poetry sails through her prose.


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