Monday, February 17, 2025

THE LAST MONKEY~

 



Once there was a goat

in my mother's village

that would dance while

the old knew to ignore

the affairs of the world



____________


Ronald Baatz

The Last Monkey

Black Fig Press

2024





Sunday, February 16, 2025

ANNA & ELIZABETH ~

 



         Smithsonian Folkways, 2018



Saturday, February 15, 2025

Friday, February 14, 2025

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

NEW! FROM LONGHOUSE ~ J.D. WHITNEY ~


 


Cousin Night:

Earth's 
  
             own

shadow.




Cousin Redwood:

Long-
standing

                tall-
standing

                fog

drinker.





Cousin Shadow:


Whose     
             ghost

were

you
        
         before

you were mine?



J. D. Whitney

 Cousins & Cousins


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Tuesday, February 11, 2025

VIRGINIA HAMILTON, LIBERATION LITERATURE ~

 


V I R G I N I A   H A M I L T O N


Virginia Hamilton

"Liberation Literature"

ReLIT Book

edited by Arnold Adoff & Kacy Cook

_____

"Five Novels"

Library of America

edited by Julie K. Rubini



Monday, February 10, 2025

TOM ROBBINS ~

 



T O M   R O B B I N S

Gone, at age 92




JAMES CARLOS BLAKE ~

 



J A M E S   C A R L O S   B L A K E

                                                     Novelist of Outlaw Life, Is Dead at 81



Saturday, February 8, 2025

Thursday, February 6, 2025

Wednesday, February 5, 2025

ROBERT SCHELLING'S COOKING CARTOONS ~

 





         Robert Schelling ~ look him up!



Monday, February 3, 2025

RAY JOHNSON ~



R E A D   M E 

      Matthew Marks Gallery

      2017



Sunday, February 2, 2025

Saturday, February 1, 2025

Friday, January 31, 2025

HANNAH ARENDT (POEMS) ~

 




The end of days

the threshold of evenings

still it is not night

still the birds take flight

still the trees stretch out.

Soon it blows cooler,

the night and the dream.



~



And no record

of those days

tangled into one another

devoured by flames

that burned us:

The wounds of happiness

Become stigmas, not scars.


There would be no record,

if your account

had not been imparted —

poetic language

is a place, not a refuge.



~



I love the earth,

as if traveling

to a foreign place

and not otherwise.

So life spins me

quietly on its thread

into unknown designs.

Until suddenly,

like a journey's farewell —

the great silence cuts the thread.



_______________________


What Remains

The Collected Poems of Hannah Arendt

TRANSLATED BY SAMANTHA ROSE HILL

Liveright, 2025


Thursday, January 30, 2025