1934 ~ 2022
"The first five-four tune ever written. I wrote it in
1950, way, way before "Take Five" came on the scene.
Unfortunately I went to the federal penitentiary right after that and
Paul Desmond and what's-his name went on ahead playing in the clubs
and all that, became big names, and I just sunk to the depths of zero."
A R T P E P P E R
from Thirteen Quintets for Lois
Death arrives as the body's memory,
becomes expression and promissory
note in a generative relation.
Leibniz might point to an aberration,
or scout an asymmetric assumption
for a flowing body, transitory,
an occasion for light's authority.
In Mali, the owner of water finds
a stolen seed and the logic that binds
the mask to its event, depth of matter,
true signature and motive, the flatter
change in direction, all set to shatter
the indivisible and instant lines.
Logic brings no temper to these designs.
Thirteen Quintets for Lois
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Homesick for the Earth
One day we'll say 'The sun ruled then.
Don't you remember how it shone on the twigs,
on the old, as well as the wide-eyed young?
It knew how to make all things vivid
the second it alighted on them.
It could run just like the racehorse.
How can we forget the time we had on earth?
If we dropped a plate it clattered.
We'd look around like connoisseurs,
alert to the slightest nuance of the air,
knew if a friend was coming towards us.
We'd pick daffodils, collect pebbles, shells —
when we couldn't catch the smoke.
Now smoke is all we hold in our hands.'
Jules Supervielle (1884-1960)
translated by Moniza Alvi
I finished the Snyder COLLECTED POEMS (Library of America, 2022) yesterday (then started Nelly Sachs, the new translations are refreshing, as they have been for Celan and Rimbaud). No doubt Snyder is the central river after Pound — it’s both in his poems, translations and far better than Pound, his psyche. I read every page. Some more than once. I maneuvered the many excellent notes and chronology by constantly referring to them, like a fine relief map. Ran my fingers over.
DO NOT MISS THE TRIBUTE TO GARY AT THE LIBRARY OF AMERICA
With Home Service are several guest musicians — Andy Findon/saxophones, flute & clarinet; Phil Langham/fiddle, accordion and vocals; Eve Matheson/backing vocals; Philip Pickett/ recorders & shawm, etc. Also John Tams and Bill Caddick plus guest vocals from Linda Thompson. Graeme Taylor plays some sstirring electric guitar solos.
Replica of Zen Master Ryokan’s hut – Gogo-an
My hut lies in the middle of a dense forest;
Every year the green ivy grows longer.
No news of the affairs of men,
Only the occasional song of a woodcutter.
The sun shines and I mend my robe;
When the moon comes out I read Buddhist poems.
I have nothing to report, my friends.
If you want to find the meaning, stop chasing after so many things.
Tr. John Stevens
T H E G R E A T
Memphis, April 15, 1942 ~ El Paso, July 11, 2022
A Poem for my 79th Birthday
when it’s over
scatter my ashes
in the Milky Way.
Lee & Bobby Byrd, El Paso, Texas
1927 ~ 2022
L.Q. Jones was born Justice Ellis McQueen in Beaumont, Texas. His first film role was in the 1955 film “Battle Cry,” playing a character named L.Q. Jones which he adopted for his stage name. He mostly appeared in Western films and TV series, becoming a favorite of revisionist Western director Sam Peckinpah. He played bounty hunter T.C in the Peckinpah film “The Wild Bunch,” and appeared in “Ride the High Country,” and “Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid,” among others. On TV, he had guest roles in “Gunsmoke,” “The Big Valley,” and “The Virginian.” He directed, wrote, and produced the independent film “A Boy and his Dog” in 1975, based on a novella by Harlan Ellison.