Tuesday, May 19, 2026

DEREK JARMAN, A FINGER IN THE FISHES MOUTH ~





SIX PAGES I


I dropped six pages of the Sunday newspaper

At the edge of the field

    and the wind blew away

Kings, princesses, whole

Countries, one presidential

    election, and several

    eminent letter writers


__________________________

Derek Jarman

A Finger in the Fishes Mouth

House Sparrow Press, 2024


First published 1972, Bettiscombe Press, Dorset, UK



Monday, May 18, 2026

AUDIOSLAVE TONIGHT ~



 

Rick Rubin, Producer

April 2003


MILO De ANGELIS ~

 




Form


The mystery of what another man

sees

at the fall of a dress

separate sense

from the name "stefania."




Assassins


Where the move

to be here demands an undiscoverable

choice, sacred wait, season:

the shadows, in the listening,

at the edges of the face

stop in the solemnity

dividing dagger

from act.





Neither Point Nor Line


Like the drop, on the leaf, after the storm

only for the second time


he never knew anymore

because he wanted to be precise

till death


light zen, in the field,

the force that held the birds in flight

(an interruption and they would fall)

becomes the hell of counting them.





And The the Water


In the harvest too

the body was only lent

because it wanted to become

innocent in the end


and running

it didn't renounce

an anthology of gestures


the slender body

entering the princess's room

to love the first time.





Now she is unadorned


Now she is unadorned

and the years come to pass, in handfuls,

with the wit of shears and

an arrogance that draws

to the gas the mouth

persistent down to the spine

where it believes

or else the dead trudge toward a field

with a hollow head

and the myriads

hurl themselves into the baptism

for a breath.


_________________________


Milo De Angelis

Finite Intuition

Selected Poetry and Prose

Sun and Moon Press, 1995





Sunday, May 17, 2026

AMERICAN WEEKEND (WAXAHATCHEE) ~

 


Don Giovanni Records

  2016


INVESTIGATION OF A FLAME (Catonsville Nine) ~

 



On May 17, 1968 nine Vietnam War protesters including Daniel and Philip Berrigan, Marjoie and Thomas Melville, Tom Lewis, John Hogan, David Darcy, Mary Moylan and George Mische walked into a Catonsville, Maryland draft board office, grabbed hundreds of selective service records and burned them with homemade napalm.



Saturday, May 16, 2026

Friday, May 15, 2026

GERARD DE NERVAL~




April


And now the dust and the fine days,

An azure sky and walls ablaze

With burning light, long nights, no breeze,

And nothing green; a ruddy shine

Just barely stains, like a red wine,

The black branches of the large trees.


Upon me this fine weather weighs.

Only after long rainy days

Should spring then come, Nature's daughter,

Turning rosy and turning green,

Like a blooming nymph in a scene

Who, smiling, springs from the water.


 __________________________

Gerard de Nerval

Little Castles of Bohemia

translated by Napoleon Jeffries

Wakefield Press 2025





Wednesday, May 13, 2026

Monday, May 11, 2026

ROOMFUL OF TEETH MAKE ROOM ~



 

   2012




HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLEN GINSBERG, YOU'RE 100! ~

 


May11AG@100
May11AG@100 HOWLallen-ginsburg

MONDAY, MAY 11, 2026, 7:00 PM PST

Kronos Quartet with Poets performing Howl and other poems

Price: $45.00 (Registration Required)

The Kronos Quartet is joined by Merrill Garbus of Tune-Yards, Andy Cabic of Vetiver, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, Oliver Ray & No Land, Kim Stanley Robinson, Peter Coyote, Tongo Eisen-Martin, Dominique DiPrima, Brontez Purnell and Eleni Sikelianos to celebrate HOWL and Allen Ginsberg’s 100th Birthday.

Register

Join us for an intimate evening of poetry and music celebrating Allen Ginsberg’s Centennial and the 70th anniversary of Howl and Other Poems,featuring Merrill Garbus of Tune-Yards, Andy Cabic of Vetiver, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, Oliver Ray & No Land, Kim Stanley Robinson, Peter Coyote, Tongo Eisen-Martin, Dominique DiPrima, Brontez Purnell and Eleni Sikelianos, culminating in a rare performance of Kronos Quartet’s Howl.

Curated and produced by Peter Hale and Jesse Goodman, in collaboration with the Allen Ginsberg Estate and (((folkYEAH!))).

Part of the Ginsberg Centennial, a global program of events across poetry, music, film, and performance.

Purchase tickets HERE

 

 




Sunday, May 10, 2026

EMIL SZITTYA ~

 





R E A D   M E


     The Wakefield Press

      2025

Saturday, May 9, 2026

RED HOT RIO VISITS ~

 




JAN MORRIS ~

 



R E A D   M E


   Harper 2026



Friday, May 8, 2026

GARY SNYDER "OIL" ~

 




Oil


soft rainsqualls on the swells

south of the Bonins, late at night.  Light

from the empty mess-hall

throws back bulky shadows

of winch and fairlead

over the slanting fantail where I stand.


but for men on watch in the engine room,

the man at the wheel, the lookout in the bow,

the crew sleeps.  in cots on deck

or narrow iron bunks down drumming

passageways below.


the ship burns with a furnace heart

steam veins and copper nerves

quivers and slightly twists and always goes —

easy roll of the hull and deep

vibration of the turbine underfoot.


bearing what all these

crazed, hooked nations need:

steel plates and

long injections of pure oil.



___________________________


Gary Snyder

The Back Country

Fulcrum Press, 1967


HAPPY  BIRTHDAY  ~  GARY  SNYDER





Thursday, May 7, 2026

MAX RICHTER TONIGHT ~

 







PHOEBE GIANNISI ~

 





Leaves


Inside these articulations

the beginnings of language

outside of yes and no

inside only the I want

the soul with the body meeting

in all the openly

meteoric leaves

and now, see:

one of them falls slowly

to the earth



_______________

Phoebe Giannisi

Cicada

translated by Brian Sneeden

New Directions 2022





Wednesday, May 6, 2026

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

Monday, May 4, 2026

AHMED BOUANANI ~

 




Remember Sinbad


someone

remembers

Sinbad

and plunging

their hands into the water

believes they seize

a living

cloud.



What to Say


I think of the sordid streets of Casablanca

of the silent mornings

odors of Brazilian coffee

odors of rancid god

odors of bleeding dreams

I think of the too-recent day of death

and of madness

I think of those who go

far away to live out the end of a glacial tale

I think of those who stay

or who cannot go far away

or who are shut in, cut off from the sundial.


Soon I'll know what to say.



*


And what is it that you do not say,

poet starved for texts

Here you are

a Friday in the month of Rajab

listening to the desert

A story taps at your window

an old story

rainbowish

with heads hands hair

and postcards of Casablanca

And what is it that you do not say

poet starved for texts

Break the window

Sput in the face of angels on airplanes

Trample on the big cloud of Arabia

Here you are

a Friday in the month of Rajab

listening to the desert.



__________________________

Ahmed Bouanani

The Shutters

translated from the French by Amma Ramadan

New Directions 2018