From Longhouse by Malcolm Ritchie
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
BAD GUYS ~
Knopf 2015
Where was this book when I needed just this book for a four day journey by train across America, or Canada, back in the years when I did such a thing with my true love? This book takes about 14 hours to read, stomach, stitch all the names together and study the map of where you will be in Mexico. It's also Don Winslow's best crime caper to date after a pretty lucrative career of many such novels. This is the zinger. Don't hesitate.
Monday, July 13, 2015
CORSINO FORTES ~
C O R S I N O F O R T E S
P R O P O S I T I O N
Year by year
skull by skull
Faces circle
the eye of the island
Where stone wells
open
in a goat's eye
And the earth's limbs
Erupt
In the mouths of the streets
Statue of bread alone
Statue of the sun's bread
Year by year
skull by skull
Drums break
the promise of the earth
With rocks
Restoring to the mouths
Of many oars
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CORSINO FORTES
Selected Poems
translated from the Portuguese
by Daniel Hahn and Sean O'Brien
Archipelago Books 2015
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Saturday, July 11, 2015
JONATHAN WILLIAMS ~
Limited to 450 copies and a special edition of
50 copies signed by the photographer and authors and accompanied by a signed limited print
from Corn Close by
from Corn Close by
Rueben Cox.
Designed and typeset
in Eric Gill's Golden Cockerel and
Jovica Veljovic's Agmena Pro
by Jonathan Greene.
G R E E N S H A D E
P.O. Bo 668
Salisbury, CT. 06068
Friday, July 10, 2015
JAMES TATE ~
Dara Wier & James Tate
http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/5636/the-art-of-poetry-no-92-james-tate
J A M E S T A T E
( 1943 ~ 2015 )
THOMAS MEYER ~
forever it seems
we hear about
the whims of fame and fortune
their easy come their easy go
the hard lesson
they teach
everything we have
is a gift
we haven't earned a thing
just wait and they
will desert us
not if but when
____________________________________
Thomas Meyer
Essay Stanzas
The Song Cave 2014
it's worthwhile
no doubt
to think about stuff
but who
in this world
can take apart
the wind
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Monday, July 6, 2015
HIBERNATION ~
HIBERNATION
So many ladybugs —
All I have to do
Is blow!
______________________
from the forthcoming ~
The Woodcutter Talks
FIREWORKS ~
OUR FOURTH OF JULY
FIREWORKS IN THE WOODS
Fireflies
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Sunday, July 5, 2015
ROBERT FRANK ~
Robert Frank in Mabou, Nova Scotia, in June 2015
Credit Katy Grannan for The New York Times
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Friday, July 3, 2015
Thursday, July 2, 2015
ALICE & GERRY SPEAK ~
ISLAND DREAMS
Hi Gerry and Lorry.
I just finished reading Island Dreams, all in one sitting. If I were a poet
like you, I could say all I want to say about the book in ten words. Being more
limited, it would take me 100 times that. It is a book of love on many levels.
Bob and Susan did a wonderful job in editing it and designing it. I like the
page-size and square format because there is a lot of white space for the poems
to breathe. The lack of illustrations in the main part of the book contributes
to that open space also. It says, these poems can sit by themselves, they need
no other support, and that space invites the reader to sit with each individual
poem as long as she wants, not rushing, crowding. Reading the poems was, as I
expected, a chance to visit some old friends and times, but meet a lot of new
ones also. There is a smoothness to the way Bob chose to group them. And the
poems themselves, the work, are just lovely. It is like you have a vision into a
crack in the world and you show us what you see, you give us light and wisdom
and touch our hearts, all with so few words. What a journey. I was happy to see
that you and Lorry ended up back at the reunion, slightly greyer in the hair,
but no less loving or loved. Congratulations. I hope you are as proud of the
book as we are of you.
Much love,
Alice
Alice Winston Carney, author of A Cowgirl in Search of a Horse: A Memoir
Alice Winston Carney, author of A Cowgirl in Search of a Horse: A Memoir
It's such a great pleasure to wait and to have a book in mind that
waits with you. In this case many years went into Island Dreams,
actually about 50. That seems astounding to me, but yet this is my 70th
year on earth. Our friend Alice W. Carney, a really fine writer in her
own right (write), has said as much as I could say about this book of
ours. One of the poems in the book dates back to 1963 and describes a
hitchhiking trip from Great Barrington, Massachusetts to Quebec City
where we -- two friends and myself -- sang for our supper and rode a few
hundred feet on a freight train and spent a night in a Montreal jail
for vagrancy.
The poem "Quebec City" won a poetry prize and earned me (at age 19) a
payment of $50.00 thus proving that a poet could make his way in the
world, with his thumb out and his wallet handy. I was to learn as I went
on down the road and Island Dreams tells the tale of living on island
after island until the islands weren't islands any more -- they were
just isolated pieces of earth, or sand, where we pitched our tent of
love and went on from there. When I say "our" I am speaking of Lorry and
Gerry, and later on, Mariah and Hannah, our daughters.
Jack Kerouac called his days with thumb out, "A billowy trip in the
world." I have always thought that's what it is to be alive ... to
breathe deeply and look out of unjaded eyes at all that is around you.
And that's what poetry is, a little eye-prayer to all the things a baby
sees. My deepest thanks go to Bob and Susan Arnold, editors and
designers at Longhouse Publishers and Booksellers. It was Bob's idea to
have me reach back all the way to the beginning, thumb out, and
expectant that a ride would come. And it's been quite a ride.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
NEST ~
Nest
Fallen nest
Under big maple tree
Made of vine / branch / hay
Filled in for eggs
With soft white hairs
That keep our malamute
Warm through winter
Which I brushed out of him
And threw away
Weeks ago
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Longhouse 2015
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
TOVE JANSSON ~
http://www.nybooks.com/books/authors/tove-jansson/
New York Review of Books
translated from the Swedish by Thomas Teal
New York Review of Books
translated from the Swedish by Thomas Teal
Monday, June 29, 2015
R.S. THOMAS ~
R S Thomas and Mildred Eldridge at Tallarn Vicarage 1940
That Day
Stopped the car, asked a man the way
To some place; he rested on it
Smiling, an impression of charm
As of ripe fields; talking to us
He held a reflection of the sky
In his brushed eyes. We lost interest
In the way, seeing him old
And content, feeling the sun's warmth
In his voice, watching the swallows
Above him — thirty years back
To this summer. Knowing him gone,
We wander the same flower-bordered road,
Seeing the harvest ripped from the land,
Deafened by the planes' orchestra;
Unable to direct the lost travellers
Or convince them this is a good place to be.
___________________
R.S. Thomas
H'm
Macmillan London, 1972
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/r-s-thomas
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