Thursday, March 31, 2022
Wednesday, March 30, 2022
NEW! ANDREW SCHELLING FROM LONGHOUSE ~
Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Monday, March 28, 2022
Sunday, March 27, 2022
STONE CARVERS ~
Julio Jiménez drives short spikes into a large piece of stone in order to cut out a section from a quarry near Escolásticas.
Saturday, March 26, 2022
Friday, March 25, 2022
Thursday, March 24, 2022
Wednesday, March 23, 2022
CARMEN GIMENEZ SMITH ~
Lullaby
What does the poet call
a loss of words?
She calls it widest pupil.
They call it skewered sight.
How precise the nerves
that bear the toll of language.
Once there were stories
I didn't want true about me,
but here I am, twisted
with appetite. My mother
said I was a curious child.
She meant it as a gift.
Pirate moon, the
rapture of deep sleep,
build me a fortress
for my mantle.
__________________________
Carmen Giménez Smith
Cruel Futures
City Lights 2018
Tuesday, March 22, 2022
Monday, March 21, 2022
Sunday, March 20, 2022
Saturday, March 19, 2022
Friday, March 18, 2022
Thursday, March 17, 2022
Wednesday, March 16, 2022
Tuesday, March 15, 2022
Monday, March 14, 2022
Sunday, March 13, 2022
Saturday, March 12, 2022
JACK KEROUAC AT 100 ~
People are never ready to answer it.
Use poetry.
––Jack Kerouac
from Scattered Poems
Friday, March 11, 2022
Thursday, March 10, 2022
Wednesday, March 9, 2022
Tuesday, March 8, 2022
Monday, March 7, 2022
HOA NGUYEN ~
Unrelated Future Tense
with me being a bastard
and Saigon tea will ask about my language
people will ask about bar girls
even without food in the poems
they will smell fish sauce and pho
ask about 'the war' which is to say
about men fathers and soldiers
about white Americans what
about them
about them
about white Americans what
about men fathers and soldiers
ask about 'the war' which is to say
they will smell fish sauce and pho
even without food in the poems
people will ask about bar girls
and Saigon tea will ask about my language
with me being a bastard
__________________________
Hoa Nguyen
A Thousand Times You Lose Your Treasure
Wave Books, 2021
photo ~
1956, Vinh Long province. On the back of the original photograph, for the apparent purpose of giving it to someone unnamed, it says in her handwriting as follows:
“This is a glorious time, in 1956.
In those days I was a flying motorist artist—
this is the sole memory of my life.
For my friend, to keep as a memory…
The flying motorist artist”
Her Vietnamese name was Nguyễn Anh Diệp (April 21, 1941 – June 9, 2019). When she left Vietnam for North America in 1968, she became Linda Diep Lijewski. She does not leave the photo for the friend but takes it with her.