KEVIN KILLIAN ~

 

Pasolini

First, after the spots in the Sun

the twenty-seven holes in the coronal

Then, the meeting in the hotel

with a man in a cape only more discreet                                                       Visconti

First, look at the blackened scar

an elbow like a piece of macaroni

Then on the plate

I nearly came while I was looking                                                               "No Hands"

First, both ways, crossing the

street to the traffic island

Then a big van painted multicolor

hippie style, a tiger across it                                                                              The 60s

First, why don't you shave

your filthy face is burnt with oil

Then you could maybe eat

a bit of fruit like maybe, my little guava                                                          foreplay

First in the Mezzanine Palace

of the ancestors

Last on my list of like

required reading, get it?                                                                                  Lovecraft

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VASHTI BUNYAN, WAYWARD ~

 

R E A D   M E

White Rabbit, UK

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WILLIAM EGGLESTON, THE LAST DYES ~

 

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GO WEST, OLD MAN ~

 

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ELMO HOPE TONIGHT ~

 

Recorded at Bell Sound Studios, New York City June 22 & 29, 1961 Released in 1961 on Riverside Personnel: Elmo Hope - piano Percy Heath - bass Philly Joe Jones - drums Blue Mitchell - trumpet on tracks 1, 2, 4, 7, 8 Frank Foster - tenor saxophone on tracks 1, 2, 4, 7, 8 Jimmy Heath - tenor saxophone on tracks 1, 2, 4, 7, 8

GREGORY ORR ~

 

Small Ode To Un-Earth

There, roots are

Revealed

While

Branches are hidden

There shadows are

Richer

Than substance

Land where each

Hourglass

Is reversed

And the sands

Of your life

Travel toward birth.

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We Interrupt This Broadcast

Norton 2026

RAYMOND PETTIBON'S ALBUM COVERS ~

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    2026

EDITH SODERGRAN ~

 

Black or White

Rivers run below bridges,

flowers dot roadsides,

trees bend with whispers to the ground.

There's no up or down to me,

no black or white,

not since I saw the bride

in my love's arms.

The Forest Lake

I stood alone on a sunny beach

by the forest's pale blue lake

a single cloud in the sky,

a single island in the waves.

Ripe summer sweetness dripped

in pearls off every bough

straight into my open heart

a little drop ran down.

Evening

I don't want to hear this sad tale

that the forest tells.

The whispers that linger between spruces,

the sighs stuck in the leaves,

shadows gliding over gloomy trunks.

Come out to the road: no one will meet us there.

Night dreams in pale red along the embankment.

The road runs slowly, then climbs gently,

takes a long look back at the sunset.

Love

My soul was a dress pale blue as the sky,

I left it on a rock by the sea

and came to you naked, looking like a woman.

And like a woman I sat at your table

and drank a bowl of wine, breathed in the scent of roses.

You found me beautiful, like someone you saw in a dream.

I forgot it all: forgot my childhood and my homeland,

I knew that your touch kept me captive.

Smiling, you held up a mirror and told me to look.

I saw my shoulders were made of crumbling dust,

saw my beauty was sick and I wanted to vanish.

Hold me in your arms, so close that I need nothing.

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Modern Woman

translated from the Swedish by CD Eskilson

World Poetry 2026

TRIO DA KALI / KRONOS QURTET ~

 

 2017