Saturday, July 4, 2026

RONALD JOHNSON AGAIN ~

 





Wild Apples


                                                        with 'bow-arrow tang'


cows or birds or Johnny Appleseed

planted

New England westward


Whole orchards, boughs knotted

with fruits of coral & gold — to be eaten, Thoreau believed,

in the wind.              


                    Whose 'bloom' rubs off in pockets


like wild horses

broken in, harnessed

to plow.


                    Neither orchards of the east, in lichened

                    walls, or west

                    hedged in eucalyptus—


bounded only by slopes of oak

& of maple,

the woods-apple comes sweet from the hills, both spring


nights & autumn

a wildflower sharpness, an earthy


cider


                    Domestics

                    shape

                    for hand,


                    & tint

                    of 'apple

                    color'

                            —but wild may brindle


                    as a cow,

                    may rust like

                    rock


____________________________

Valley of the

Many-Colored Grasses

The Song Cave, 2023




                    


Friday, July 3, 2026

CROOKED FINGERS TONIGHT ~

 





℗ 2026 Merge Records Released on: 2026-02-27 Main Artist: Crooked Fingers Producer: Eric Bachmann Composer Lyricist: Eric Bachmann

THE REVOLUTIONISTS ~

 



R E A D  &  L I S T E N


     Knopf 2026




Thursday, July 2, 2026

THE EMERSON CIRCLE ~

 



R E A D   M E


    For an updated biography of the

   Concord radicals, this is

the one




Wednesday, July 1, 2026

RALPH STEADMAN ~

 


R E A D   M E


   Chronicle Chroma

   2025



Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Monday, June 29, 2026

Sunday, June 28, 2026

PABLO NERUDA ~






 from Ode to Walt Whitman



Without

disdain

for the gifts

of the earth,

the capital's

abundant curves,

or the purple

initial

of wisdom,

you

taught me

to be an American,

you lifted my eyes

to books,

toward

the treasure

of the grain:

broad poet,

across the

clarity

of the plains,

you made me see

the high mountain

as my guardian.


translated from the Spanish 

by Martin Espada


___________________________

Pablo Neruda