Sunday, December 31, 2017
Saturday, December 30, 2017
TIME OF GRATITUDE ~
Heard enough about Russia, this year, have you?
Take a different route and read from the growing opus (thanks to translator Peter France) of the Russian poet and essayist and all-around man of the folk and outdoors Gennady Aygi.
Born in the small Soviet republic of Chuvashia, Aygi takes us by the arm through fields of poetry and over mud roads and with this modest book of essays to poets that have meant the world to him: Khlebnikov, Kruchoeykh, Mayakovsky, Pasternak, and then to neighboring wonders: Kafka, Transformer, Celan and Rene Char.
New Directions publishers have been keeping the Aygi book cupboard full.
New Directions, 2017
Friday, December 29, 2017
HENCE ~
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Monday, December 25, 2017
HEY JOE ~
Guitar Shorty's wife, Marcia, was Jimi Hendrix's half-sister.
Listen to Shorty and hear what got Jimi Hendrix behind the guitar.
AT THE COUNTRY WEDDING ~
At The Country Wedding
They don’t tinkle
Champagne glasses
With their spoons here
And only the old folks
Are sitting down.
A country western group
Has lugged its equipment upstairs,
And later today and into the evening
This young married couple
Will learn the sweet
And rotten joys
From the masters of it —
Dancing fathers and mothers,
Lonesome aunts and yodeling uncles.
But for the moment
Paper plates are heaped with
Homemade ham, biscuits and beans
And all a few people want
Is a kiss,
So tapping on the side
Of a beer bottle with a knife
Quiets the whole grange hall down
Pacific
Lovelier —
When the
Bandana from
My pocket is
Worn around
Her neck
Sand Dollar
We’ve waited all year
And traveled all morning
Just arrive like this —
In the very same place
We were a year ago today.
And you are just as beautiful,
Your long skirt blowing in sand,
As we walk for miles along
The edge of the leaving tide
Picking up seashells and stone
That we’ll select more carefully
The longer we are here —
Which is no place with a name,
Except someplace in our heart.
Where that day, unlike any other,
You found excitedly a sand dollar
Washed in during the night,
Left in a tidal pool, and
Kneeling while taking it up,
Placed it home in my hand.
Picture
I remember you
The only person
For miles standing
In the Athabasca River
Because you wanted to
Warm late October day
South of Jasper
Sandals in your hand
White-checkered dress
Just off the roadside
Car waiting and you
Freezing for a moment
In the water melted
Out of the surrounding
Mountains of snow
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BOB ARNOLD
I'm In Love With You
Who Is In Love With Me
Longhouse 2012
Sunday, December 24, 2017
BOB IN ITALY WITH WALTER ~
Where's Walter been for some years now? we wonder —
Just the other day in comes two lovely postcards in an envelope
postmarked from Italy, and from Walter. He's sent a detailed photograph
from his balcony window of a woodcutter's dooryard, and this card
of one of my poems, English and Italian. So honored.
Saturday, December 23, 2017
WHY WAS I BORN ~
One more derelict-duty you tube posting that was there (honest)
when I did the posting
but then has disappeared, and it has all the right to do so —
I'll catch up with more music to make up for the loss,
including more JC.
UNCOMMON PEOPLE ~
Well chiseled out portraits
from Little Richard
to Prince,
no corners cut —
perhaps the best piece
is on John Lennon
perhaps the best piece
is on John Lennon
Henry Holt
2017
Friday, December 22, 2017
Thursday, December 21, 2017
MEMORY BABES ~
Bring Memory Babe back in print
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