HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOB DYLAN ~

 

   Bob Dylan

      born 24 May 1941

      Duluth, Minnesota

WOODEN SHJIPS ( DOS ) ALL DAY, ALL NIGHT ~

 

     2009

HERVE GUIBERT'S ~

 

R E A D   M E

     Magic Hour Press

      2024

THE AMAZING AFTERLIFE OF THE LEWIS & CLARK EXPEDITION'S WILD PLANTS ~

 

R E A D   M E

     Farrar, Straus, Giroux

    2026

CECIL TAYLOR (1961) TONIGHT ~

 

     Candid 1961

KOMINKA ~

 

R E A D   M E

Museyon 2024

DEREK JARMAN, A FINGER IN THE FISHES MOUTH ~

SIX PAGES I

I dropped six pages of the Sunday newspaper

At the edge of the field

    and the wind blew away

Kings, princesses, whole

Countries, one presidential

    election, and several

    eminent letter writers

__________________________

Derek Jarman

A Finger in the Fishes Mouth

House Sparrow Press, 2024

First published 1972, Bettiscombe Press, Dorset, UK

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