Wednesday, September 16, 2026

Monday, September 14, 2026

IRA SADOFF~

 






Nazis



Thank God they're all gone
except for one or two in Clinton Maine
who come home from work
at Scott Paper or Diamond Match
to make a few crank calls
to the only Jew in New England
they can find

These make-shift students of history
whose catalogue of facts include
every Jew who gave a dollar
to elect the current governor
every Jew who'd sell this country out
to the insatiable Israeli state

I know exactly how they feel
when they say they want to smash my face

Someone's cheated them
they want to know who it is
they want to know who makes them beg
It's true Let's Be Fair
it's tough for almost everyone
I exaggerate the facts
to make a point

Just when I thought I could walk to the market
just when Jean the check-out girl
asks me how many cords of wood I chopped
and wishes me a Happy Easter
as if I've lived here all my life

Just when I can walk into the bank
and nod at the tellers who know my name
where I work who lived in my house in 1832
who know to the penny the amount
of my tiny Jewish bank account

Just when I'm sure we can all live together
and I can dine in their saltbox dining rooms
with the melancholy painting of Christ
on the wall their only consolation
just when I can borrow my neighbor's ladder
to repair one of the holes in my roof

I see the town now from the right perspective
the gunner in the glass bubble
of his fighter plane shadowing the tiny man
with the shopping bag and pointy nose
his overcoat two sizes too large for him
skulking from one doorway to the next
trying to make his own way home

I can see he's not one of us



___________________________________

Emotional Traffic

David R. Godine, 1989




Sunday, September 13, 2026

ALICE COLTRANE THE CARNEGIE HALL CONCERT ALL DAY~

 


Bass – Cecil McBee, Jimmy Garrison Drums – Clifford Jarvis, Ed Blackwell Piano, Harp, Percussion – Alice Coltrane Tenor Saxophone, Soprano Saxophone, Flute, Fife, Percussion – Pharoah Sanders Tenor Saxophone, Soprano Saxophone, Percussion – Archie Shepp Harmonium – Kumar Kramer Tambura [Tamboura] – Tulsi Recorded at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY, February 21, 1971



Saturday, September 12, 2026

ANDY GILL TRACKS BOB DYLAN 1962-1969 ~

 



R E A D   M E


     of all the Dylan books and years

     1962-1969 ~

     this is the one you want




Friday, September 11, 2026

BUKKA WHITE TONIGHT ~

 


1973

JAMES LOOP ~

 




The End


remember me reader

age thirty four and naked

in a small kitchen

straining spaghetti

while reading the aeneid


to what perilous absurdities

of love and nutriment

would I not stoop

out of the hope of you





Motto


    what binds

what breaks

                    the river

        makes

                    the river

                    the river





The Alphabet


lucky us as

in its alien shrine

no one, none

boils alone





Universal Ad


sometimes it's just time

for a little something



______________________

James Loop

Metronome

Winter Editions 2026




Thursday, September 10, 2026

SHOOTER JENNINGS TONIGHT ~

 




ITHELL COLQUHOUN ~



           Ithell Colquhoun demonstrating automatic painting on BBC TV's 'The Eye of the Artist' in 1948. Photo: Getty 


R E A D   M E






Wednesday, September 9, 2026

Tuesday, September 8, 2026

Sunday, September 6, 2026

HOT FART IN THE TEMPLE (Ronald Baatz) ~





 Rain

like children

running barefoot




Haiku stuck

in the cheap pen

I keep in my overcoat




Falling in her hair

snow knows the perfect path

to her spine




Saturday morning

she pushes a plum

into its own shadow




Dew caressing

a young grasshopper

its whole life ahead of it




In this unbombed part of the world

not so unusual

such huge tulips




Windy cold rain

and whatever blinking

is left in the birdhouse




Dawn

no egg

is ugly




It feels good

inhaling the birds

in the cold morning air




___________________________

Ronald Baatz

Hot Fart in the Temple

Black Fig Press 2025

blackfigpress.wordpress.com





Saturday, September 5, 2026

ROBIN MORGAN ~

 



R O B I N   M O R G A N

Jan. 29, 1941 ~ 5 Sept. 2026




DAGAR BROTHERS TONIGHT ~

 



Dagar Brothers - Raag Bairagi from the album 'Dhrupad'



A FIELD COMPANION ~

 



R E A D   M E


     Winter Texts, 2025

Thursday, September 3, 2026

Wednesday, September 2, 2026

THIS MOMENT AT LONGHOUSE (NEW TITLES) ~






~



WHEN I WAS A POET IN CHINA ~ Norman Schaefer




Norman Schaefer

When I Was A Poet In China


Norman Schaefer’s long experience as a wilderness trekker in the Sierras and his admiration for ancient Chinese poets, exemplified by the ethereal presence of Li Po, informs this etude on the sights and sounds of West Coast ecology. When I Was A Poet In China is elegant yet accessible, with a deep respect for the sagacity of an ageless sensibility still relevant today. Centuries and cultures are bridged in this masterful dialogue reflecting on art, literature, and the vagaries of existence under the willows on the banks of Putah Creek.

P A T   N O L A N



Longhouse

2026

available now

New, perfect bound, 100 pages

Prose

$16.95

   $5 shipping




 NEW! ANDREW SCHELLING at LONGHOUSE ~





ANDREW SCHELLING

Wielding the Sanskrit Ice Axe 

L O N G H O U S E
 2026

$12 
   (postpaid)




New! Margaret Randall at Longhouse




Margaret Randall
Book Burning Here and Now




L O N G H O U S E
 2026

$12 
   (postpaid)









New! Jonathan Greene at Longhouse







Jonathan Greene

Thoughts to Survive Hard Times


~

L O N G H O U S E
 2026

$12 
   (postpaid)





BOB ARNOLD'S "SWWIMMER” ~













"Artists feed each other: John Cheever fed one of the best. Bob Arnold was inspired by the John Cheever’s short story.“The Swimmer” to write a fact based novel SWWIMMER (the double W is intentional) that honored Cheever’s achievement. In doing so, Arnold created a rare work of art: a stunning trade book that is also an artist-book, an example of masterful writing, exquisite design, and a story that takes the particulars of personal family relationships and makes them universal as they develop the themes of love, loss, abandonment, the striving to return to inner peace by finding a way outward, “swimming” into the world’s confusions and mysteries." — JOE NAPORA


A personal letter from Margaret Randall:

Dear Bob:
As it turns out, I read Swwimmer in one sitting last night. I'd intended only to glance over the book but it hooked me. I like the writing a lot. It seems a departure from your writing style in other books and particularly suited to telling this subtly complex story which--am I wrong?--seems to be modeled after your own son and his life. A very moving story. And the shape and heft of the book works well. I have been working on an essay about how these maga AI companies are buying up, scanning, and then destroying books... by the tens of millions. Part of what I am trying to transmit is the importance of the book as form as well as content. Swwimmer confirms this. And Schelling's translations from the Sanskrit, following the story of that first Everest climb and the lost codex that recorded the legend of the mountain's spirit were also fascinating. A rare jewel.
Thanks again.
Love, Margaret 


 Bob Arnold

SWWIMMER

Longhouse

a new edition, 2026

available now


New, perfect bound, 170 pages

Prose

$20

    $5 shipping


_________


Listen up!

Every book or title here are human-authored and human-designed. People made them. No part of this work may be used to train AI technologies, to develop machine learning or large language models, or for similar purposes without the clear written permission of the publisher.



Thank you! from Bob & Susan at Longhouse
Established in 1971

LONGHOUSE

P.O. Box 2454

West Brattleboro

Vermont

05303


   all photos & buildings by
   Bob & Susan Arnold







Tuesday, September 1, 2026

ARTHUR SZE ~

 




Into the Hush


1


A magpie feather gleams in the grass;

today you are not having open-heart surgery,

nor are you strapped to a hospital bed,

inhaling oxygen; you do not mix cement

and sand in a wheelbarrow, nor did you sleep

the night in a field off an interstate highway.

This morning you live in a sparrow's warble,

in pale green leaves trembling in sunshine.

You catch the curling wave of the day

where peas flower on a trellis, where apricot

blossoms tinge the tips of a hundred-year-old tree.

Weeding in the garden, you get stronger

as you dig; you become well, island, field;

out of nowhere, a rough-legged hawk

glides downward with outstretched wings;

aspen leaves flutter without wind.  When you've

worked this long, your art is no longer art

but a wand that wakes your eyes to what is.



_________________________________


Arthur Sze

Into the Hush

Copper Canyon Press

2025