AUDIOSLAVE TONIGHT ~

 

Rick Rubin, Producer

April 2003

MILO De ANGELIS ~

 

Form

The mystery of what another man

sees

at the fall of a dress

separate sense

from the name "stefania."

Assassins

Where the move

to be here demands an undiscoverable

choice, sacred wait, season:

the shadows, in the listening,

at the edges of the face

stop in the solemnity

dividing dagger

from act.

Neither Point Nor Line

Like the drop, on the leaf, after the storm

only for the second time

he never knew anymore

because he wanted to be precise

till death

light zen, in the field,

the force that held the birds in flight

(an interruption and they would fall)

becomes the hell of counting them.

And The the Water

In the harvest too

the body was only lent

because it wanted to become

innocent in the end

and running

it didn't renounce

an anthology of gestures

the slender body

entering the princess's room

to love the first time.

Now she is unadorned

Now she is unadorned

and the years come to pass, in handfuls,

with the wit of shears and

an arrogance that draws

to the gas the mouth

persistent down to the spine

where it believes

or else the dead trudge toward a field

with a hollow head

and the myriads

hurl themselves into the baptism

for a breath.

_________________________

Milo De Angelis

Finite Intuition

Selected Poetry and Prose

Sun and Moon Press, 1995

AMERICAN WEEKEND (WAXAHATCHEE) ~

 

Don Giovanni Records

  2016

INVESTIGATION OF A FLAME (Catonsville Nine) ~

 

On May 17, 1968 nine Vietnam War protesters including Daniel and Philip Berrigan, Marjoie and Thomas Melville, Tom Lewis, John Hogan, David Darcy, Mary Moylan and George Mische walked into a Catonsville, Maryland draft board office, grabbed hundreds of selective service records and burned them with homemade napalm.

B.B. KING LIVE AT THE REGAL (1964) ~

 

Recorded on November 21, 1964, at the Regal Theater in Chicago

THE ARTIST IN THE COUNTERCULTURE ~

 

R E A D   M E

Princeton, 2023

GERARD DE NERVAL~

April

And now the dust and the fine days,

An azure sky and walls ablaze

With burning light, long nights, no breeze,

And nothing green; a ruddy shine

Just barely stains, like a red wine,

The black branches of the large trees.

Upon me this fine weather weighs.

Only after long rainy days

Should spring then come, Nature's daughter,

Turning rosy and turning green,

Like a blooming nymph in a scene

Who, smiling, springs from the water.

 __________________________

Gerard de Nerval

Little Castles of Bohemia

translated by Napoleon Jeffries

Wakefield Press 2025

LOVE'S A REAL THING TONIGHT ~

 

IDIOCY ~

 

R E A D   M E

     New York Review of Books, 2025

FROM LANGUAGE TO LANGUAGE ~

 

R E A D   M E

   Other Press

   2025

T-BONE BURNETT TONIGHT ~

 

    2017

TROUBLEMAKER ~

 

R E A D   M E

    Harper Collins

     2025