Thursday, March 5, 2026

FABER (U.K.) POETS ~



 



Great Ships


Great ships like trees in the

back yard, under the star

paths; navigators of the

night.  From the top-mast of my

high windows, I observe the

currents, and the

winds I know by their

smell.  Tonight it's the

east wind, cold and

uneasy. Lost cats

crouch in the branches.

The yew berries have all

been trampled onto the

ground.  My husband is curled up

in his bunk - his shift is the early

mornings.  But I am the night watcher.

I call the stars to me and I

name them, each and every one, in

Arabic.


_____________________________


Dorothy Molloy

The Poems of Dorothy Molloy

Faber & Faber  2021







Empathy Class


To demonstrate, the instructor told the group

to try and kiss each other all at the same time.

We tried, but there was no way of telling

if we were making simultaneous contact.

No matter how lovely it felt — our faces

gently knocking — we couldn't be sure

we were all kissing each other. OK.  So

you see my point?  We had to admit we did.


_______________________

Jack Underwood

A Year in the New Life

Faber & Faber, 2021 




Walking the Land


In the days before the auction of the farm

that cold March of 1962,

I led potential buyers through the fields,

showing them the bounds and listening

to their evaluation of the soil.

The good land was to the front of the house:

the Gate Field; Jackson's; the Western Field;

the Stone Field where the standing stone

had been bulldozed into the quarry.

The Cottage Field stretched to the east,

by the lazy-bed ridges of the Well Field

where the dog bounded to greet you,

his hope-filled eyes dazzling.

To the north was the Screen Field and the Furzy Glen

where we had seen long-eared owls

winging mystically through the twilight.

Below the pink spreading hawthorn in Murt's Field

was the Guttery Gap into the Quarry Field

that led to Dominic's Inch where we used to gather

frail mushrooms in the dawn along the river.

But none of these were considerations

that weighed much with the shrewd and thoughtful men

who were pondering a bid for our farmland.


_____________________

Bernard O'Donoghue

The Anchorage

Faber & Faber, 2025




Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Tuesday, March 3, 2026

Monday, March 2, 2026

REMEMBERING JOHN HAMMOND JR. ~

 



      R E A D   M E




BRYNJA HJALMSDOTTIR ~

 




from  A Woman Looks Over Her Shoulder



The creature twists the knob

it's locked




Somebody


A woman looks

over her shoulder

and sees

nobody

falling

out the window


Nobody

pursues her




Mixer


A woman lives

on an island

in a glass ball


When the ball is shaken

rocks spiral and storm

and someone

is always

shaking




See the World


A woman is asked

the question


When are you going back

to your place?


Never she says


When I'm from there is no living

only surviving


That's why I'll never go back

count my blessings to reside here

count my wounds and bruises

to remain here


And wait for my children

to have the opening

I don't have anymore

not now with the holes unmended

with hands clenched

            around a stranger's bedsheet

            around a broomstick

                around an old hand


An opening to throw

questions like this in the wastebin


Say:

I contain many places my place

is anywhere I please


~


The creature finds the right key


Twists the knob

it's open


Opens her third eye

and knows


This is the Whore's City


~


In the Whore City the coffee is always hot

and the doors always open


Everyone says yes

come in dear

just come in

no need to take off your shoes


All the houses have wood paneling

from floor

to ceiling


Insulated

so nothing ever comes

howling well well well

in through the cracks


~


Oh!


If you could just see it


look in

through just the right keyhole

with all eyes open

wide


__________________________

Brynja Hjalmsdottir

A Woman Looks Over Her shoulder

translated from the Icelandic by Rachel Britton

Circumference Books 2025



Sunday, March 1, 2026

CHARLIE PARKER TONIGHT ~



 

Cosmic Rays · Charlie Parker Quartet Now’s The Time: The Genius Of Charlie Parker #3 ℗ 1953 UMG Recordings, Inc. Released on: 1952-12-12 Composer Lyricist: Charlie Parker Producer: Norman Granz


C COMICS (JOE BRAINARD) ~

 



R E A D   M E




     NYRB 2025



Friday, February 27, 2026