Friday, September 19, 2025

Thursday, September 18, 2025

LIFE IS ARCHITECTURE ~

 


I. M. P  E I


      Thames & Hudson

       2024

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

ROBERTO TEJADA ~

 


Grassland


Flax color patches of flash-flame

    vast little grassland

disturbance come

    in splinter light

intractable


*


    morning dispersed

on encrusted earth

    in gravel shade

casting mineral

    hold given over

to whatever survives


*


    misgiven views

in diagonal glare

    to the far mount

above the patter

    of pronghorn

luted beyond

    the lashing Tyvek

house-wrap

    from a single wide

exoskeleton


*


    over winter disruption

given on proximity

    long unbroken

underspread

    of ground

in miles    

    to the great elevation

the other name

    for eye and throat

for land tilt

    delivery


*


here is the fiend

    of family

ferocity

    here is the god

to reversing

    genesis

as again to grace

    once-broken

blades of agave

    with blooming


_____________________

Roberto Tejada

Carbonate of Copper

Fordham University Press, 2025



    

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Monday, September 15, 2025

NAGUIS MAHFOUZ ~

 



Dream 231


I saw Ibrahim Pasha emerge right out of his own statue

and go wandering from cafe to cafe, challenging the top

backgammon champions and defeating them one by one.



Dream 232


I found myself in the Al Ghouriya district and there were

twice as many police as civilians. I saw my father walking

toward me with a policeman on either side of him. I pan-

icked, thinking he was under arrest. But then he greeted

 me and said: I see a policeman on either side of you, and

I'm afraid you've been arrested.



Dream 233


I found myself in our old house in El Abbassiya, with my

mother and sisters overcome with grief over the death of

our faithful and much-loved dog. I had only ever seen them

in such a state when the dearest to us had passed away.



Dream 234


I saw myself as the proprietor of a large farm around which

I had built a modern village with clean running water and

electricity. There was also a hospital, a school, a mosque,

and a church. I'd doubled the wages of the workers. Then

the warden of the district came to tell me: You stand accused

of showing up the neighboring landlords and, therefore, of

inciting anarchy and revolt among the innocent peasants.



Dream 235


I found myself in a group of young men listening to Osman

Bouzi, the most prominant producer of perfumes during

my youth: he was calling on us to boycott foreign goods.

My father told me, sitting cross-legged on his prayer rug:

That's all very well, but we haven't yet manufactured the

most essential products. I told him: Well, let's start with

what is possible.



Dream 236


I saw myself entering a new apartment, with the doorman

leading the way. Then he was nowhere to be seen. I became

homesick and wanted to leave, but I couldn't find my way

out. Voices, offering guidance, began to direct me. Some-

times they said to turn right and other times left. I called

out to the doorman, and then I called out to my family.

Darkness fell, everything was confusion. And yet, some-

how, I never altogether lost hope.



______________________

Naguib Mahfouz

I Found Myself . . .

translated by Hisham Matar

New Directions, 2025







Saturday, September 13, 2025

Friday, September 12, 2025

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

THE LONG RUN ~

 


R E A D   M E


   Graywolf, 2024




NEW ! ANDREW SCHELLING ~

 





Andrew Schelling

Books On The Game Trail

_______________

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Tuesday, September 9, 2025

Monday, September 8, 2025

HASSAN OUAKRIM ~

 


H A S S A N   O U A K R I M




TOWNES VAN ZANDT TONIGHT ~




      Performances July 1973
        Tomato, May 1977



 

LANGSTON HUGHES ~

 





Our Land

(Poem for a Decorative Panel)


We should have a land of sun,

Of gorgeous sun,

And a land of fragrant water

Where the twilight is a soft bandanna handkerchief

Of rose and gold,

and not this land where life is cold.


We should have a land of trees,

Of tall thick trees,

Bowed down with chattering parrots

Brilliant as the day,

And not this land where birds are grey,


Ah, we should have a land of joy,

Of love and joy and wine and song,

And not this land where joy is wrong


Oh, sweet, away!

Ah, my beloved one, away!



__________________________

Langston Hughes

Blues in Stereo

Legacy 2024



Sunday, September 7, 2025

80 BOOKS WILL TAKE YOU AROUND THE WORLD ~

 


R E A D   M E


     Penguin 2021



NEW ! Renée Gregorio ~

 







Renée Gregorio

The Xenia Dialogues

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Saturday, September 6, 2025

HERBIE HANCOCK TONIGHT ~

 





A. R. AMMONS ~





Old Geezer


The quickest

way

to change


the 

world is

to


like it

the

way it


is.


                  _______________________________________________   

A.R. Ammons




Friday, September 5, 2025