Thursday, March 31, 2022

Wednesday, March 30, 2022

NEW! ANDREW SCHELLING FROM LONGHOUSE ~

 



Andrew Schelling

FOREST, TEMPLES, GLACIAL RIVERS

Longhouse

2022



many-colored
& limited
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Tuesday, March 29, 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.


S T O N E    C A R V E R S





Thursday, March 24, 2022

STEWART BRAND ~




R E A D      M E


                                                                       Mark Maheny/Redux


Credit...Mark Maheny/Redux

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





Saturday, March 19, 2022

Saturday, March 12, 2022

JACK KEROUAC AT 100 ~

 



Don't use the telephone.
People are never ready to answer it.
Use poetry.

––Jack Kerouac
from Scattered Poems


photograph by
Allen Ginsberg, 1957

Friday, March 11, 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.



Saturday, March 5, 2022