HERBIE HANCOCK ~

DANIEL ELLSBERG: FREE PRESS ~

TRAIN NORWAY TO THE ARCTIC CIRCLE ~

ALICE OSWALD ~

River





in the black gland of the earth

the tiny inkling of a river



put your ear to the river you hear trees

put your ear to the trees you hear the widening

numerical workings of the river



right down the length of Devon,

under a milky square of light that keeps quite still



the river slows down and goes on



with storm trash clustered on its branches

and paper unfolding underwater

and pairs of ducks swimming over bright grass among flooded    
     willows



the earth's eye

looking through the earth's bones



carries the moon carries the sun but keeps nothing





______________

Alice Oswald
Woods etc.
Faber & Faber
2005

NEW! PERSIAN POETS ~

Longhouse, 2019
Trade size softcover, 242 pages

$25

   postpaid 

    in the U.S.

     payable by Paypal

      by using our email:

      poetry@sover.net

       or contact us at ~

Longhouse

P.O. Box 2454

West Brattleboro

Vermont

05303

MORE THAN MEAT JOY ~

R E A D      M E

edited by Bruce McPherson

Documentext 1979

HEAVEN LAKE ( 28 ) ~

As I Was Told

For years I have worked

As a gardener and for years

I have stood by flower and

Vegetable beds with an owner

Who would like this planted

And this pulled out and only

Occasionally have I not done

As I was told like this morning

The wild violets off to them-

Selves and still beaded with

Last night’s rain come crowded

Up past witch grass which makes

Me think I’ll protect them

Until the end

All You Need To Know

All you need to know about

America now is —

all my old tools are with me

working daily

hammers, trowels, levels

saws, plumb-bobs, rakes

while all my new tools

are soon broken

Instructor

Teenage girls in

Shorts and blouses

Holding notebooks

Visiting us in spring

Rain and later standing

In my work room of

Books paintings gifts

And the students pivot

In place soaking up

Everything yet are

Dumbfounded and

Cannot stop looking at

One wood sculpture

Ample naked figure

Propped against

One window —

A nut-

Cracker —

I thought not to show

How her legs parted

My Kind Of Place

with the wet rag

clump at the cash

register, anyone can

clean the tables

____________________

Bob Arnold

Heaven Lake

Longhouse 2018

HARD PRESS ~

There were 12 postcards designed and released by the poet Rochelle Kraut
in this series and here are a handful  —  
all drawn from poets who were moving 
through the East Village of New York in the 1980s.

A HISTORY OF CLOUDS ~

Atomic Weight 12. 011



All that is black or white or transparent,

hard or soft, sooty or gleaming, all that

we use to solder, shine, heat and write —

that all of it should be one and the same,



able to enter into 10 (to the power 6) different marriages,

form honeycombs, lattices, chains, rings, tangles,

cords and screws, and that what we breathe is

what we fly with is what we can suffocate on,



and that nothing alive lives without it —

no one except those who want to know all

would have hit upon it, and what we,

who now know it, should do with it —



we do not know.



translated by Esther Kinsky




__________________________________

A History of Clouds
Hans Magnus Enzensberger
Seagull Books

MICHAEL PERKINS (RENIE PERKINS) ~

Renie Perkins, The Life and Work of a Young Artist Who Died by Her Own Hand at the Age of Twenty-Five. Croton Press, New York City 1969, Text by Michael Perkins.  Trade Paperback 57 Pages.  The book contains a biography and 31 black and white pages of Renie's artwork, including drawings and paintings.

R E A D      M E

KIRBY DOYLE ~

Billy Batman & Kirby Doyle

K I R B Y     D O Y L E     A R C H I V E

NEW! GERRY LOOSE ~

________________________

$10

   postpaid 

    in the U.S.

     payable by Paypal

      by using our email:

      poetry@sover.net

       or contact us at ~

     Longhouse

      P.O. Box 2454

      West Brattleboro

      Vermont

       05303

BIG BOOK SALE!

HEAVEN LAKE ( 27 ) ~

Mister

Across the brawn of the river

St. Lawrence from Old Montreal

In a park tree topped by sunshine

We walked and only stopped

Once because we just had to

Listen to a man off by himself

With no hat down or instrument

Case open who sat straight up

On a bench with his both feet

Dancing ‘cause you see beside

This water and flowing up into 

The trees and looking back to

The city we all could hear

His concertina

Dirty Old Town

We used to have a rat that lived in the house

A big old rat who lived under the bathroom floor boards

Being an old house with so many holes the rat had

his own way of coming up through the floor and

onto the bathtub and stealing the soap, he loved the soap

We’d go in to take a bath and see the rat had eaten a bit more of the     soap

There wasn't much you could do, you had a rat in the house

Until I shot it, because I had to, because we had a baby and

you can't have a rat and a baby, so the rat had to go

I used to have a friend who always brought up how I

shot the rat right in front of him right in broad

daylight, almost nicked the toilet

I remember the rat, and the rifle, the toilet, but not the friend

Sweetheart had a fat pink warm and cuddly chair

in the kitchen that she would curl up in on the coldest

mornings and we still get a little sick to think that

the rat had moved into the chair after it had moved

out from under the bathroom floor boards and still

ate the soap — that means he walked across the kitchen

After Awhile

you’ll notice —

the toughest wood to split

burns the warmest

You Can

toss an apple

core to the

river

but never get

to float that

free

Answer

We wanted to know

Where all the snow was

All winter no snowshoeing

But long hikes and ice-skating

Near spring we drove out

Of the valley up to

The mountains and there a

Lonely road of deep snow was

____________________

Bob Arnold

Heaven Lake

Longhouse 2018

CHERRY VALLEY EDITIONS (ARCHIVE) ~

Something wonderful I recently pulled out of the archive —

the catalog of books once upon a time published by

Cherry Valley Editions.

Charles and Pamela Plymell, and back when they

published my first book of poems Rope of Bells (1974),

Joshua Norton was also part of the merry printing pranksters.

Some may recall Charley Plymell was one of the first to

publish then unknown R. Crumb. 

As I recall my book was published in 250 copies and 

went out of print almost immediately, 

I'm not sure why, no one knew me at all,

except Pam, who I was in regular correspondence with,

and in each letter I tucked in another poem.

Pam had a plan.

The CVE little books were printed by xerox on kraft paper —

ingenuous as far as I'm concerned — stapled and

light and easy to move along and to this

day I covet the copies I own.

Charles & Pamela Plymell

1966

Cherry Valley Editions