Monday, December 13, 2021

Sunday, December 12, 2021

DOUG ANDERSON (BINGE) ~

 




Binge



War comes to visit me once a day.

I can't get rid of him.

He's grown old and hates himself.

I stopped a quarter-century ago,

but he still drinks — sits in airport bars

and watches the cocky uniforms

line up at the departure gates.

Desert camouflage this time, tan boots.

He orders another double and snickers,

little eyes set close together

in too large a head, like a grizzly's,

opaque and dead. Flies swarm

around his gore-smeared muzzle.

He stinks of corpse. I let him sleep in the garage.

You see, there's no way to make him leave.

Go to war just once, he's always with you.

At breakfast he feels like he's got

an ice pick in his head, swears off the stuff.

Never again, he says, I've found God.

By five he's back in the blood glow of the bar,

bumming drinks and telling lies.

He's got an eye for boys and girls

with wallets full of combat pay.

He'll Mickey Finn them,

roll them for their souls and go off giggling.

I see Senator Goldmouth weaving

down the bar to slap him on the back:

Let freedom ring! says he,

teeth twinkling from the neon at the bar.


________________

Doug Anderson

from What Saves Us

edited by Martin Espada

Northwestern University Press

2019 




Saturday, December 11, 2021

Friday, December 10, 2021

MICHAEL NESMITH ~

 




M I C H A E L     N E S M I T H

1942, Houston ~ 2021, Carmel Valley




BROTHER ~

 



Thursday, December 9, 2021

Wednesday, December 8, 2021

 


Credit...

Gianfranco Tripodo for The New York Times


J U S T O     G A L L E G O

M O N K, B U I L D E R





EXECUTIVE SUITE ~ (Fly the Friendly Skies) ~

 


The Crash of Two Airplanes and the Crisis at Boeing



Credit...

Achmad Ibrahim/Associated Press


R E A D      M E





Tuesday, December 7, 2021

TED KOOSER ~

 




At Dusk, In Decemeber



Driving a gravel road in the country

I saw a hawk fly up out of a ditch

with a mouse in its beak, and it flew

along beside my car for a minute,

the mouse still alive, its little legs

running as fast as they could, and there

we were, the three of us, all going

in the same direction, west, at just

a little under forty miles per hour.



____________________

Ted Kooser

Red Stilts

Copper Canyon Press

2021




Monday, December 6, 2021

Saturday, December 4, 2021

TOM STOPPARD ~

 


R E A D     M E




                               Tom Stoppard on his way to Darjeeling, India, in 1990. Photo: Karan Kapoor







Friday, December 3, 2021

Thursday, December 2, 2021

Wednesday, December 1, 2021

THE TWELVE LIVES OF ALFRED HITCHCOCK ~

 




Finally, after many biographies
— a fresh look



Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Monday, November 29, 2021

Saturday, November 27, 2021