Monday, June 24, 2024
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Thursday, June 20, 2024
DONALD SUTHERLAND ~
He recounted how he was once rejected for a film role by a producer who said: “This part calls for a guy-next-door type. You don’t look like you’ve lived next door to anyone.”
D O N A L D S U T H E R L A N D
July 17, 1935, in Saint John, New Brunswick ~ 2024
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Wednesday, June 19, 2024
WILLIE MAYS ~
Westfield, Alabama, May 6, 1931 ~ 2024
Mays making “The Catch” at the Polo Grounds in Game 1 of the 1954 World Series.Credit...
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Tuesday, June 18, 2024
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Thursday, June 13, 2024
JOSE EMILIO PACHECO / FERNANDA MELCHOR ~
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Wednesday, June 12, 2024
Tuesday, June 11, 2024
Monday, June 10, 2024
GEORGE KALAMARAS ~
Walking the Night Woods, Taking the Darkness
into the Cells of My Body, I Realize All I've
Ever Realized Is Words Only and, Thus,
Only Part of Who I Am
And stood in a star-sparked meadow. And heard
lost parts of myself in the barred owl's screech,
thunder in the long wood. Cutover I
walked through. Deadfall in the hardwood river
bottom. Chokecherries. Ripple-wind. Marshy
maidenhair ferns among the hummock scrub.
Said I wished I. Said words that wouldn't work.
Said and said till I broke the saying whole.
Yes, I'm a hound-blur man. Scent is the way
I speak. Rabbit-scratch. Quail boiling out
of thicket cover. Fractured word-fracture
toward the primordial pull of pre-phrase
sound. Midnight as dawn in sugar maples.
Oak. In hound-dog snout taking in the ground.
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George Kalamaras
What My Hound Dog
Is Scenting Through
the Sloughgrass Is a
Way of Scenting Me
Wolfson Press, 2023
Sunday, June 9, 2024
Saturday, June 8, 2024
Friday, June 7, 2024
NAM LE ~
36 Ways of Writing a Vietnamese Poem
[1. Diasporic]
In English, mind You.
You dink I write Yiknamee?
Shame on You.
It was Your violence dumbed me
Smeared me, reaved me —
Your war I don't remember
And won't let You forget —
Moved me
From place and sufficiency.
From everything I didn't know
I didn't know
I would've known
You would've known.
Dis place ment
Everything to me
Before the power went
Home. Shame on me.
What do I know?
What's Vietnamese in me
Could fit in a poem.
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Nam Le
36 Ways of Writing a Vietnamese Poem
Knopf 2024