SUSAN HOWE & EMILY ~

SUSAN HOWE ~

R E A D      M E

New Directions 2007

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In the house the house is all

house and each of its authors

passing from room to room

Short eclogues as one might

say on tiptoe do not infringe

I want my own house I'm

you and you're the author

You're not all right you're

all otherwise it appears as

if you don't care who you

are — if you count the host

Don't worry I go with the

house your living's where

you walk or have walked

I'd rather read than hurt a

hair of you listen to me

Premeditated twilight this

house a nearest wrapped

bundle of belonging idle

slip back through grasses

dabble our bare feet in

Poets have imagined you

whoever you are implicit

melody familiar metaphor

bawdy tapestries archaic

pillage love patience the

scales the dogs the boots

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( a selection from

"118 Westerly Terrace")

SUSAN HOWE ~

"For me there was no silence before armies.

I was born in Boston Massachusetts on June 10th, 1937, to an Irish

mother and an American father. My mother had come to Boston on a

short visit two years earlier. My father had never been to Europe. She is

a wit and he was a scholar. They met at a dinner party when her earring

dropped into his soup."

S U S A N     H O W E

 

N E W     D I R E C T I O N S     2 0 1 5

"She is our conscience, our voice, our song."  —  John Ashbery 

WHAT CAME IN THE MAIL THE OTHER DAY ~

G E R R Y   L O O S E

24th July

Anvil of a thrush

S U S A N   H O W E

Spontaneous Particulars

The Telepathy of Archives

Christine Burgin

New Directions 2014

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Poetry has no proof nor plan nor evidence by decree or in any other
way. From somewhere in the twilight realm of sound a spirit of
belief flares up at the point where meaning stops and the unreality
of what seems most real floods over us. The inward ardor I feel
while working in research libraries is intuitive. It's a sense of self-
identification and trust, or the granting of grace in an ordinary
room, in a secular time."

~ Susan Howe

Three cheers for mail out of the mailbox

even if some of our postal workers have gone crabby

go to another town, they're fine!  

 

     

Now that we're in some months of a long detour

such a round ride home over hill & dale

with many weeks of accumulated mail!

WOODBURNERS WE RECOMMEND ~

We used to call them "Woodburners"
 meaning not to burn (hardly)

 but burn with & within and stay warm by. . .

like sugar maple, beech, oak, yellow birch, ash


BOOKS! MUSIC! FILM!
 

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Clifford Burke. Dream Confluence, Love Poems for Gibi 

 Desert Rose Press

John Currin

Gagosian Gallery

Dancing Around the Bride: Cage, Cunningham, Johns, Rauschenberg, and Duchamp

edited by Basualdo and Battle

Yale

 

Lydia Davis and Eliot Weinberger, Two American Scenes

New Directions 

Susan Howe, Sorting Facts: Or, 19 Ways of Looking at Maker, 

New Directions Poetry Pamphlet # 3

A Thousand Thousand Fireflies Never Equal Zero
George Kalamaras, Omowale-Ketu Oladuwa, Michael F. Patterson

Midnight Lamp Records

Sylvia Legris, Pneumatic Antiphonal

New Directions

Rebecca Lepkoff photographs, Life on the Lower East Side. 1937-1950. 

Peter E. Dans and Suzanne Wasserman

Bernadette Mayer. The Helens of Troy, NY. 

New Directions 

Lorine Niedecker, Lake Superior 

 Lorine Niedecker’s Poem and Journal, Along with Other Sources, Documents and Readings Wave Books 

Octavio Paz, The Poems of Octavio Paz

 Edited and translated by Eliot Weinberger

 New Directions

once in vermont films

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