IN THE EYE OF THE WILD ~

 

R E A D   M E

        Nolwenn Brod

      New York Review of Books, 2021

        translated from the French Sophie R. Lewis

BUENOS HERMANOS TONIGHT ~

 

2020

JOHN ASHBERY ~

This Room

The room I entered was a dream of this room.

Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine.

The oval portrait

of a dog was me at an early age.

Something shimmers, something is hushed up.

We had macaroni for lunch every day

except Sunday, when a small quail was induced

to be served to us. Why do I tell you about these things?

You are not even here.

_____________________________

John Ashbery

ELMORE LEONARD ~

      R E A D   M E 

   Mariner 2025

LUCINDA WILLIAMS TONIGHT ~

 

Black Tears · Lucinda Williams · Tom Overby · Doug Pettibone World's Gone Wrong ℗ 2026 Highway 20 Records marketed and distributed by Thirty Tigers

BODY HIGH ~

 

R E A D   M E

       Repeater 2025

ABDULLAH IBRAHIM GOODNIGHT ~

 

1934 ~ 2026

   ABDULLAH  IBRAHIM 

RUBY RIDGE ~

 

R E A D   M E

    Little, Brown

    2026

SHIRLEY COLLINS ~

 

R E A D   M E

Shirley, 1967. Photo by David Montgomery

 

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

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Eugene Field

1850 – 

1895

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
   Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
   Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
   The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring-fish
   That live in this beautiful sea;
   Nets of silver and gold have we,”
            Said Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
   As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
   Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
   That lived in the beautiful sea.
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
   Never afraid are we!”
   So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
   To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
   Bringing the fishermen home:
’Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
   As if it could not be;
And some folk thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed
   Of sailing that beautiful sea;
   But I shall name you the fishermen three:
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
   And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
   Is a wee one's trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
   Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
   As you rock in the misty sea
   Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

My friend Arvind shared this poem a few days ago

from India, both of us in the old shoe.

The poem is in the public domain.