GARRY WINOGRAND ~

The me that is seen. . .  D.H. Lawrence

Garry Winogrand

Edited Leo Rubinfien

San Francisco Museum of Modern Art / Yale 2013

460 duotone illustrations

No other photographer got himself into the mess of living
 with photographs
 greater than Garry Winogrand. 


 
 


 http://www.sfmoma.org/about/press/press_exhibitions/releases/920

THE LONELY VICTORY OF JACK KEROUAC ~

Jack Kerouac

The Voice Is All

by Joyce Johnson

Viking 2012

Look at that face — the rough and the gentle — and for the very first time, at the hands of a woman, we may have the finest biography of Jack Kerouac.

WORD BRIDGE ~

Word Bridge

Keiko Izawa

Ed Markowski

petunia

father's first laugh

in the nursing home

k

spring sunlight. . .

in the baby's toy box

long lost key

k

cold morning. . .

the sound of pouring tea

fills the room

k

Earth Day

  my grandsons plant

    a banana Tootsie Pop

e

winter funeral

  beads of holy water

    freeze in mid air

e

Manhattan Sunset

  the street magician's

    first trick

e

heat lightning

  the thin white line

left by a spaghetti strap

e

biting into cucumber

       the mountain winds

       touch my cheek

k

autumn breeze

    a dragonfly skims sunlight

          off the pond

k

filled bent rusty and wobbling

  not a single drop spills from

    the old monk's bucket

e

fog I embrace my remains

e

temple bell

  the dust I kick up

    sticks to me

e

pacific saury

the scent of ocean

in my dishwater

k

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AROUND THE BOOKSHOP 1 (AUTUMNAL EQUINOX) ~

Autumnal Equinox is with us

VICTOR MAYMUDES ~

Victor Maymudes

Victor Maymudes, Bob Dylan's road manager, with a mandala, a symbol of life, Monterey International Pop Festival, 1967. Maymudes carried this mandala made from burnt doll parts to protest the U.S. dropping of napalm in Vietnam.

While awaiting Bob Dylan's next volume of his memoirs Chronicles (Simon &Schuster) 

there is Another Side of Bob Dylan by Victor Maymudes & Jacob Maymudes (St.Martin's 2014)

which may be read, or should, side by side with the Dylan memoir.

 Victor Maymudes remains one of the mysterious figures from the Sixties — Bob Dylan's right hand man, side kick, road manager — with even greater significance and qualities of the man threaded in his tale, drawn from 24 hours of tapes left by Maymudes at his passing in 2001 that his son Jacob has transcribed and creatively annotated.

A Not To Be Missed.

Victor Maymudes photo: Lisa Law
Book cover photo : Daniel Kramer
to this day Kramer may have captured
Dylan at his most revealing
and developing moment;
Lisa Law's photographs from the 60s
along with Danny Lyons
remain two of the finest.

THINKIN' TOM RAWORTH ~

Here's to Tom Raworth going through hard medical times

our thoughts are to him and his family

please read more:

http://tomraworth.com/notes/

AUTUMNAL ROOTS & BLUES #2 ~

"lunch"

music box compiled by bob arnold september 2014

photo : "lunch" 
photo 2014  © bob & susan arnold

SURVIVALISTS ~

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_Hess




http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Anton_Wilson

ALL PHYSICS ~

Karoly Simonyi

The Cultural History of Physics

A K Peters/CRC Press, 2012

a desert island book . . .

START WITH THE TREE PART IV ~

The old saw is true ~ measure twice, cut once.

I'll move quickly putting this side of the roof on with Susan up on the second floor steadying, and me working off both ladders. I figure, correctly, by the time I build staging, I'd have this side of the roof on.

“Voilà!”

Up in the pines

The back roof moves a wee bit easier using the lean-to roof as staging to work from.

Susan paints two coats on the two windows that will show out from the stone gable on the east side (river side). I'll store them away until I have the stone laid up, then work the windows in.

The paint bucket, the wood truck, the catch-all, the all-American Japanese pickup truck. No better.

Now with the main roof stitched down tight, get the lean-to roof on.

Susan says this photograph reminds her of our first cabin, circa 1974, which is right up the river but long gone in renovations and remodeling over the years. You won't find it. And Susan is right about the cabin similarity.

Twin gable end window rough openings framed up, all trim painted, roof on and ready to tackle the stone work for the front wall.

 I also applied a tough vinyl band of flashing that I decided to paint away from its dull black to the same color as the trim.

This gives some mapping of the new structure in relation to our house. A good, wide, snow shoveled path length for sure. It looks easy in the summer.

Susan walking from the house with my tool belt and the jug of fresh water.

A beat-up and scuffed loft pine floor after the workout with the rafters.
Leave it alone and let it recover.

Spacing for roof purlins for the steel sheets. A full 1 x 4 spruce boards.

Another view of the lean-to roof layout.

Side view of the main roof rafters and purlins.

Looking out from the twin windows to the road and over the brow is the river.
That will be my stone to work with into the building front wall piled up to the left of the photograph. I tore down an old stonewall I built decades ago to get this stone material. You can see the 'tan line' from that stone wall on the lower portion of one of the two oak trees. Wood chips level out the dooryard for now. Screen gravel will soon be delivered and raked over the chips. The wood chips arrived one morning from a work-site down the road where trees were being removed and the crew wanted to save hauling the chips away; I said, thankfully, "Haul them here."

One day we went searching all over the Berkshires and then a drive across southern Vermont for used windows. No one had any, until one guy in Wilmington, Vermont, 15 minutes before he closed, we pull up when I can see four or five old storm window sashes leaning in his dooryard for sale. All the same fair price. I choose the best one and then with two bicycles stuffed in the back bed had to figure out how we'll transport the window home without breaking some of the panes. Two minutes left the guy rushes out from his used granny's attic domicile with a large ribbon of bubble wrap to save the day. Then he stood by the side of the road and waited for the bus to pick him up to take him home. I asked him if he "needed a lift?" Nah, he said, he does this every day. The next day I framed up the window, sideways, not its proper vertical design, but it's a window.

  Ridge cap

 

 

photos 2014  © bob & susan arnold

TALKIN' CID CORMAN ~

Cid Corman in his Kyoto, Japan study
( avalanche )

Kelly Writers House pays host to two events celebrating the work of Cid Corman:

Yesterday U Penn showed a panel discussion and reading of Cid Corman. Many asked why I wasn't invited. They don't get that academics don't invite non-academics, unless, of course, they are famous and have a drawing card. In that situation even Cid wouldn't have been invited, and often he wasn't. One more irony in the road show of poetry in America. I made a link on the Birdhouse for this duo-event in case anyone wanted to watch the program. It had some fine moments.

KAMA SUTRA ~

A Lesson from Kama Sutra




With the drinking glass studded with lapis
wait for her,
by the pool around the evening and the rose perfume
wait for her,
with the patience of the horse prepared for mountain descent
wait for her,
with the manners of the refined and marvelous prince
wait for her,
with seven pillows stuffed with light clouds
wait for her,
with burning womanly incense filling up the place
wait for her,
with the sandalwood male scent around the backs of horses
wait for her,
and don't hurry, so if she arrives late
wait for her,
and if she arrives early
wait for her,
and don't startle the birds in her braids
and wait for her,
so that she sits comfortably in her beauty's summit in the garden
and wait for her,
so she may breathe this strange air upon her heart
and wait for her,
so she may breathe this strange air upon her heart
and wait for her,
so that she lifts her dress off her calf cloud by cloud
and wait for her,
take her to a balcony to see a moon drowning in milk
and wait for her,
offer her water, before wine, and don't
look at twin partridges sleeping on her chest
and wait for her,
slowly touch her hand
where she places the glass on the marble
as if you were carrying dew for her
and wait for her,
talk to her as a flute talks
to a frightened violin string
as if you two were witnesses to what tomorrow prepares for you
and wait for her
brighten her night ring by ring
and wait for her
until the night say to you:
You are the only two left in the universe
so take her, gently, to your desired death
and wait for her! . . .




 ____________________


Mahmoud Darwish
The Butterfly's Burden
(Copper Canyon 2007)
translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

Seán Pádraig Ó Ríordáin ~

 

 Sean Riordain

Selected Poems

Yale

translated from the Gaelic by Frank Sewell

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"In the mid-twentieth century, a new generation of poets writing in Irish emerged, led by the young Seán Ó Ríordáin, among others. Ó Ríordáin’s work has stood the test of time well, and he continues to engage today’s Irish readers and writers. This well-rounded selection of poems brings most of Ó Ríordáin’s works to English-language readers for the first time. The poems appear in their original Irish alongside English translations by some of Ireland's leading poets. Also included for the first time in English is Ó Ríordáin’s essay What Is Poetry?, considered an extraordinary touchstone of critical insight for poets and literary commentators. The volume reflects Ó Ríordáin’s seven main concerns: poetry and its place in the artist’s life; the plural self; the relationship between the individual and society; gender relations; the nature of animals; Ireland, its language and culture; and mortality."