( then act )
daydreaming w/ Bob Arnold
Yet one more edition of this tiny gem
(fiction and short essays)
from New Directions, this time as a
"New Directions Pearl" —
do ignore the typo on the
author's birth date on the back cover
1890, which it isn't, 1899 is more accurate —
Groucho Marx, Jean Rhys and H P Lovecraft were born in 1890.
First Voice
Went fetal as an ear on the bed and tried to feel
the dusty blue rhomboid of window being
in the vanguard of twilight every second,
hurtling, the word impressing itself
as no hurtling would on my mind
through space on the back of this
whale turning, turning, punctual
the other cheek to that star
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Midwood
Norton, 2022
Newell Lyon learned the oral tradition from his elders in the Penobscot Nation in Maine and was widely considered to be a “raconteur among the Indians." The thirteen stories in this new volume were among those that Lyon recounted to anthropologist Frank Speck, who published them in 1918 as Penobscot Transformer Tales. Transcribed for the first time into current Penobscot orthography and with a new English translation, this instructive and entertaining story cycle focuses on the childhood and coming-of-age of Gluskabe, the tribe's culture hero. Learning from his grandmother Woodchuck, Gluskabe applies lessons that help shape the Wabanaki landscape and bring into balance all the forces affecting human life. These tales offer a window into the language and culture of the Penobscot people in the early twentieth century.
In “Still They Remember Me," stories are presented in the Penobscot language and English side-by-side, coupled with illustrations from members of the tribal community. For the first time, these stories are accessible to a young generation of Penobscot language learners and scholars of Native American literatures at all levels, from grade school to graduate school.
PHOTO OF BREECE D’J PANCAKE, ALBERT AND SHIRLEY SMALL SPECIAL COLLECTIONS LIBRARY, UNIVERSITY OF VIRGINIA.
There is in Lopez's "Sliver of Sky" —
a tragic portrait of his early childhood years of
sexual predatory abuse by a family friend —
which may be his truest wildlife essay.
Random House, 2022
It's a shame, the re-issue of this anthology is almost batting .1000 —
it has a lush cover photograph of the poet Bobbie Louise Hawkins
by Gerard Malanga, who not only captures the time element of the late 1960s,
but Malanga has always had an affectionate eye for cats.
This anthology was first published by City Lights in 1971
and this expanded edition draws in an aura of American poetry
including Black Mountain poets, San Francisco Renaissance, Beat,
and the NewYork School of poets, and for a change digs into
the ground and finds at least one half of Coyote's Journal poetry (Bill Brown)
but badly misses James Koller — a close friend with many in this
anthology and a sure hand of the California poem.
As they say in that funny world: it's the only reason why I
can't give this book 5 Stars.
A thorough biographical index of each poet would have
also been a treat and finished off a sterling package.
Nonetheless, the new anthology is beautifully edited —
you can sense certain poets touching certain poets —
for instance Joanne Kyger touching Tom Clark
touching Jim Carroll touching Bill Berkson.
The Song Cave makes terrific books, each title comes off the block
similar but unique, much as New Directions used to make them and
how we used to go hunting for them. Black spine, same square size,
cool and fashionable, neat typeface, and an exciting range
of poets. You absolutely can't go wrong.
Just not perfect, yet.
[ BA ]
Quite an interesting book and format of "interviews" —
really sharp and informative conversations
and you can see the names here listed,
a great crew.
Reich is generous with his time and knowledge
and quite kind and appealing between the lines.
Don't hesitate.
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Hanover Square Books
2022
Stay Home
I will wait here in the fields
to see how well the rain
brings on the grass.
In the labor of the fields
longer than a man's life
I am home. Don't come with me.
You stay home too.
I will be standing in the woods
where the old trees
move only with the wind
and then with gravity.
In the stillness of the trees
I am at home. Don't come with me.
You stay home too.
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Wendell Berry
New Collected Poems
Counterpoint Press, 1980
Isn't It Strange
Acid rain . . . On the wall
a picture of your long-deceased
cat.
Isn't it strange that every day
I pray to her
to return you to me.
Twin
He resembled me.
I held him up to my lips,
then threw him into the salty
water. He sank to the bottom.
I heard a giggle.
An invitation to play
together.
You and Me
It couldn't have worked out better.
I am with you without you.
I draw figures on the sand.
I breathe.
I wait.
I decay.
Boeing 737
We watched as it disappeared inside a gray cloud.
(We all would like to do something similar.)
Osaka
an eye.
Keep it,
just in
case.
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Grzegorz Wroblewski
Zero Visibility
Phoneme Media, 2017
translated from the Polish by Piotr Gwiazda