Sunday, October 31, 2021
Saturday, October 30, 2021
Friday, October 29, 2021
Thursday, October 28, 2021
Wednesday, October 27, 2021
Tuesday, October 26, 2021
Monday, October 25, 2021
JOHN BRADLEY KNOWS VALLEJO ~
Hotel Montparnasse
Written in soap on the mirror in Vallejo's room:
Paul Celan does not like to be touched.
Remedios Varo does not like talking turnips.
Frida Kahlo will not eat uncooked termites.
Robert Desnos does not like to wear a tether.
Lenora Carrington does not like to be tickled.
Jerzy Kosinski does not like to cut his toenails.
Kiki will not go near a jar of pickled tonsils.
Frederico Garcia Lorca is allergic to pasta a' la Franco.
Charlotte Corday does not like a wet wig.
Apollinaire does not like to ride in a blimp.
Mayakovsky does not like to be truncated.
Julio Cortazar does not like a wet matchstick.
Gertrude Stein does not like to be called Twinkle Toes.
Joyce Mansour cannot tolerate the sound of a tuning fork.
Pablo Picasso will not dine near Charles Baudelaire.
Cesar Vallejo does not like giving birth to Cesar Vallejo.
[ Unsigned ]
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John Bradley
Hotel Montparnasse
Letters to Cesar Vallejo
Dos Madres, 2021
This glorious book of poems (portraits)
is an ideal finished film script for
Wes Anderson to now take over
Sunday, October 24, 2021
THE SORRENTINOS ~
Christopher Sorrentino’s parents, Gilbert and Vicki, circa 1972. Sorrentino examines their confounding marriage in his memoir, ‘Now Beacon, Now Sea.’Credit...via Christopher Sorrentino
(an excellent review
of this son's memoir)
Catapult, 2021
Saturday, October 23, 2021
BLANCA VARELA ~
Railing
which is the light
which the shadow
Game
within my grasp
the angel burned
Then
beyond the rose
shadow
Night
old craftswoman
see what you've made by lying
another day
Justice
along came the bird
and devoured the worm
along came the man
and devoured the bird
along came the worm
and devoured the man
Eve Leaves
animal of salt
if you turn that head
on your body
you will become
and you will have a name
and the word
slithering
will be your footprint
Curriculum Vitae
let's say that you won the race
and that the prize
was another race
that you didn't drink champagne
but your own sweat
that you didn't hear cheering
but dogs barking
and that your own shadow
was your sole
and disloyal competitor
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Blanca Varela (1926-2009)
Rough Song
translated by Carlos Lara
The Song Cave, 2020
Friday, October 22, 2021
TONGO EISEN-MARTIN & SONIA SANCHEZ ~
Blood on the Fog, Tongo Eisen-Martin
City Lights Books, 2021
Collected Poems, Sonia Sanchez
Beacon Press, 2021
Thursday, October 21, 2021
Wednesday, October 20, 2021
NEW ANNE WALDMAN FROM LONGHOUSE ~
Antonin Artaud & Ear Collage ~
Diana Lizette Rodriguez (artist)
Longhouse
Tuesday, October 19, 2021
Monday, October 18, 2021
DOROTHY DAY ~
Dorothy Day's final arrest,
protesting with striking farm
workers in California, 1973
Photo by Bob Fitch
Sunday, October 17, 2021
Saturday, October 16, 2021
Friday, October 15, 2021
Thursday, October 14, 2021
KAY RYAN ~
a lovely sized book for the hand —
sincere and quite relaxed essays
all accomplished with the right touch —
Marianne Moore, Stevie Smith,
Philip Larkin and Gerard Manley Hopkins
are her preferred dishes,
and William Bronk was a surprise
Wednesday, October 13, 2021
Tuesday, October 12, 2021
Monday, October 11, 2021
SOME RONALD BAATZ "WOODEN NOODLES" ~
from WOODEN NOODLES
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In spring
birds teaching leaves
how to sing
leaves teaching birds
how to whisper
Milky Way
a blissful spray of light -
we did cross this river
I remember that
little bridge
Usually
I sin in the house
and pray in the garden.
although on some nights
it happens the other way around
I make paper airplanes
out of love poems which
from so much practice
I am able to land
at her feet
Lightning
hitting a dead apple tree -
in childhood I thought nothing
of eating a
stick of butter
The house I lived in as a boy
good and bad angels
hanging in the closet
like bats the size
of overcoats
The rat I saw
down by the river
the rat that saw me
in dusty evening light
carrying a bag of cookies
Not so uncommon
a moth dying in its sleep
outside a diner
serving breakfast
at any hour of the day
Found in a pocket
of a jacket
in the closet
a desert night
from long ago
Do the ghosts
of childhood dogs
refusing to get out of my bed
have anything to do
with insomnia
A cheap clock wakes me
then a breeze from
a nearby burning field
lulls me back
to sleep
Throw my ashes
in the pond at Mt T
I have seen glints of heaven
in the eyes
of frogs
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Ronald Baatz
Wooden Noodles
Black Fig Press
2021