Friday, May 31, 2019

HANNE BRAMNESS ~

 






Paul Klee pictures
                   _______________



Sketch of a street in a town



The man's fine limbs

black lines

       running from

     bone to muscle

plaster is tendons

          tension is stone







Vor dem Schnee



I have seen the kingdom of

air so stiff

           darken and

the trees

so wild in the wind

                      continuous

    one line only

and softer colours

   before the snow

fell







The thirty-six hours before the air is softened by

snow  

       An ice lake

       a day

       clear and grey



Pictures look at us from that

painter's workshop

                      the park resembles Van Gogh

resembles what we see when we

                              look back







Gate of the deserted garden



Turn

    black earth     red earth

    learn to love

                  a human  animal  vegetable world

with the uproar of

       death




__________________

Hanne Bramness
Salt on the eye
Shearsman Books
2007







      

Thursday, May 30, 2019

LEON REDBONE ~





L E O N      R E D B O N E

[ 1949 ~ 2019 ]






JAMES KOLLER 83, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIM! ~






James Koller had a bunch of kids, all great kids, and I know most of them simply because their dad brought them to our house to meet them, and them us. It was that simple and familiar. Nothing like a visit!

Here is a message today from Bertie, Jim's son, a fine musician and craftsman, and while he is celebrating what would have been his father's 83rd birthday, he would like us to, too.

So get along.

[ BA ]



____________________

Hi all. 
In commemoration of what would have been James Koller's 83rd birthday today
I've added his reading of Brainard & Washington Street Poems 
to the collection at jameskoller.bandcamp.com

Enjoy,
Bertie

IMG_0686.jpg

NOT A PRETTY PICTURE ~




Sidney Lumet



Everyone needs an arbiter. The best of us carry one in our heads. It talks to us, and if we are lucky, and even wise, it tells us “go left”, “go right”, “stop at the curb” etc. Robert Mueller, “the Marine”, turned out to be, in the long-run (over two years) nothing more than a double-speak lawyer in love with double negatives. I can only imagine the throngs in train and airport terminals with CNN on in all the waiting room coveys and people, after double-speak Bob spoke, asking, “What did he say?” or “What does he mean?” Thanks, Bob. And for not being the arbiter. If you aren’t, then Barr and the Rat are, and they have been wisely busy at this. Same time, it’s more than curious the very Democrats who are shaky on their feet are from New York (Nadler, Schumer) and without a doubt, by their actions, I see two cowards nervous what the N.Y. Rat has dug up about them and will have no hesitation to use; ditto Pelosi — certainly only a guess what he has dug up about her past and personal life. A woman, of course, is his favorite scapegoat. The Rat will use it with great entertainment. Congressional Committee Chairmen Maxine Waters, Cummings, Neal, Schiff have little of this fear. The Rat may also have something on Mueller. I watched The Verdict last night for the 10th time it seems, never tire of this film or Sidney Lumet’s films, and one sees precisely how the Big Boys work. TCM has been running film after film the past months dealing with themes (unannounced) lined up with the actions of truth (lies), Justice and the American way. 
It isn’t a pretty picture.



[ BA ] 



JERAH CHADWICK ~







After the Aleut 


Say a woman once stepped

from volcano steam, or a man

from the sea, desiring

to live among us.



Or that the storms once settled

leave drift logs and whale

for kin to apportion — even

volatile forces nurturing,

who would claim they are not related?



Tanaang Awaa, Aleut storytellers

began: This is a creation

of my country. Each tale

a twining of familiar

and strange, and at each telling

the lit faces, the lamps

drinking from their own

darkness, the everyday

and ancient rewoven.



Listen, even now wind

tries the door. Cold presses

its face to the glass, only the window's

delicate lacing of breath between us.



Say the wind envies and would remain,

that cold too steals

around our stove for this reason. Wood enough

for the night and more

beached and curing in the blasts. Imagine

the cabinet's rattling, this pulsing

of the floor as dancing.



___________________

Jerah Chadwick
Story Hunger
Salmon, 1999






Wednesday, May 29, 2019

NEW! GARY HOTHAM ~


Longhouse 2019
23 new haiku poems by 
Gary Hotham


____________________________








Gary Hotham

23


 Longhouse, 2019

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Signed by the poet

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Tuesday, May 28, 2019

A PILLOW-BOOK ~





CAIRN / NEW YORK
400 West 23RD ST. 61
NYC 10011






Monday, May 27, 2019

HEAVEN LAKE (35) ~









Nothing But The Truth





She is a little girl

on a rocking-horse

and she will only

allow herself to be

lifted on the horse

if she can hold a

flower, it’s plastic

but she is two years

old so it is a flower

and she is content

with the horse her-

self and the flower

until I tell her her

daddy has jumped

into the pond and

her daddy who is

my son is hidden

by me in the door-

way and is quite

used to madcap

and fun but he

knows to reassure

his little girl that he

is not in the pond

but grandfathers

must say there are

such ponds













Still






Snow in the

Yard into the



Woods even in

The trees but



Under simple

Plank swing



A square

Of grass









Always






There are people who will love you

There are people who will hurt you



You can’t get one without the other



Sometimes it will be the same person

Sometimes it will be you



Close your eyes, it still doesn’t go away



See a river and where and how it goes

Go like that










Memory




we

live



long-

er



than

we



will

live












The Little Things






The axe

Standing on

The floor in

The corner

Is all said

And done





(conclusion)
________________________


Bob Arnold
Heaven Lake
Longhouse 2018













Saturday, May 25, 2019

MAUD LEWIS ~






Maud Lewis and Everett Lewis outside their home in
Marshalltown, Nova Scotia
Maud Lewis (1903-1970)








(and don't miss this film
starring Sally Hawkins)













Thursday, May 23, 2019

TOM MONTAG ~








Don't Say Tree






Don't say tree --

say maple



and locust

and oak. Say



red-breasted

grosbeak and



indigo

bunting. Say



cumulus

and horsetail.



The river

has a name.



Say it. Each

green thing does.



Don't say weed

or flower --



say creeping

charlie. Say



peony.

Say maple



again, oak,

loust, elm,



and jackpine.

say beauty



by its name.



_____________________

Tom Montag
Seventy at Seventy
MWPH Books
2019











Wednesday, May 22, 2019

SHAMANIC WARRIORS ~





R & R Publishing
Glasgow 
2003




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Beauty is not dead

A Vision for the Future

         better not be dead

Romance & Love are not dead

Heart seeking description

Windows of mountains streaming

         resolve & wisdom are not dead

Battered old rattlers

Lovers of old objects

         that created yesterdays

         free of pain

         are not dead

Defiant traditions of straight talk

         on the life & death walk

         are not dead

The great paintings & parties

         in the verses of poets

         beyond language, awe inspiring

         felt in the middle of the body

         ZAUM is not dead

The beauty of folk poetry

         is not dead

Only the past

Only the vacuous langauge of obscurant

         academes writing only to impress

         other poets promoting exclusion

Only the nihilist TV heads

Only the fascist cowards

Only those who want knowledge to be

         private property

         are dead

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_________________

Andy Clausen









Tuesday, May 21, 2019

THE BEAT GENERATION FAQ ~











Rich Weidman — if you're listening —
get the poet Janine Pommy Vega, 
traveler, 60s Huncke sidekick
into any revision you make of this fine book.
You missed her. 
Hard to miss.