Sunday, October 18, 2015
Saturday, October 17, 2015
Friday, October 16, 2015
Thursday, October 15, 2015
INUKSUIT ~
The first comprehensive book about the Arctic's
mysterious stone figures called inuksuit, as told
by Inuit elders to Norman Hallendy together with
his classic and out-rock photographs
Douglas & McIntyre
2 0 0 0
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
JOHN BRADLEY MEETS HENRY FORD & BILLY THE KID ~
A N D T H E R E B Y E V E R Y T H I N G
by John Bradley
L O N G H O U S E is very proud to announce a new book by John Bradley in their on going series of S C O U T book publications — other titles from the series have been by Kent Johnson, Janine Pommy Vega, James Koller, Bob Arnold and Lorine Niedecker with more in the works. An opening salvo at the front of the book by Patrick Lawler should provide ample cover for what the reader should come to expect.
And Thereby Everything
John Bradley
Longhouse 2015
First edition
John Bradley
Longhouse 2015
First edition
only issued in softcover
208 pages, perfect bound
illustrated throughout by Bob Arnold
with 150 photographs
with 150 photographs
"John Bradley is a conjurer of conjunction and conjugation. Indeed, he does “speak his spark” from Old West to sold-out Hollywood, from Firestone to Sharon Stone to tombstone, from assembly line to disassembled line. His “language is a noise, noose, nuisance nuptial,” and And Thereby Everything—is everything. Maybe this book is why there was a Billy the Kid (“boy-bandit-king”) and Henry (Fordlandia) Ford. Maybe this book is why there is America. “Every story undulates another.” It is a tour de everything—a mix of aphorisms and dialogues and surrealistic lyrics with tics and “gears of history” and letters and plays and chorales featuring the voices of Adrienne Rich, Tony Soprano, George Zimmerman, Jean Harlow, Harpo Marx, Joan of Arc, et al. Burstingly funny and fiercely brilliant, this is Aaron Copland for dancers with clown shoes. This is Jack Spicer with a 1000 false clues and no place to hide. This is a Sam Peckinpah film starring Jane Russell as Billy with a soundtrack by Cotton Mather. John Bradley opened up America (with its dreams and icons, its violence and capitalism) and poured it inside this “Confusion Matrix” of a book. This is an American opera—maybe the only true American opera—starring, with all their desires and damage, with all their excess and dreams, Billy the Kid and Henry Ford as America."
— Patrick Lawler
author of Child Sings in the Womb and
Rescuers of Skydivers Search Among the Clouds
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West Brattleboro, Vermont 05303
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
THE CROSSROADS ~
PIERRE MARTORY ~ JOHN ASHBERY
PARIS 1957
T H E C R O S S R O A D S
The rubble is still to come.
The exciting night sky was shining yesterday
On the usual fits of insomnia.
The young man decides to go away
Away from an obscure horoscope
In search of an obscure destiny
In the encouraging silence of the gods.
The intersecting routes the lost maps
The name drowned in foreign languages
His father and mother never knew.
The young man takes his sack and his stick,
Leaves it all to chance, to his good luck,
Spins around, and, far from his flocks
Walks toward his first meeting.
It's a woman and it's a dog
She smiles and she yaps
Singing amid the scattered bones
Something resembling the absurd question
The young man has never asked himself
Which he answers without thinking.
The sky falls like a night on his shoulders
The dog-woman dies inside a long howl.
And when he tries to return, yesterday is tangled.
There is no more tree or star or bed
Or woman or question or horoscope.
The crossroads is only a line without risk.
Nothing moves, a thread stands out, red
Against the sun. The rubble
Starts to smoke as in the past never.
____________________
PIERRE MARTORY
translated by John Ashbery
The Landscapist, selected poems
The Sheep Meadow Press, 2008
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/pierre-martory
Monday, October 12, 2015
PAY ATTENTION ~
PAY ATTENTION
It’d be
so cold
we’d warm
our clothes
right on the
woodstove
not near
the stove
on the
stove
be quick
about it
______________
© Bob Arnold
from the forthcoming ~
The Woodcutter Talks
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Saturday, October 10, 2015
M TRAIN & FLEET FOXES ~
Yes, the book is as good as they say it is. . .good medicine, and best read as a book and not an e-book contraption.
Knopf still goes out of its way as a publisher to design a book that fits like a glove in your hands.
Friday, October 9, 2015
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
BOB ARNOLD'S ~ THE WOODCUTTER TALKS ~
Drawing from years of poetry and also new poems, The Woodcutter Talks is Bob Arnold at his finest
branching love poems with back country work poems and settlement with community, family and
individual portraits. The extensive collection also showcases vintage photographs from woodcutters
and woodchoppers and big-saw-pullers of old. Sweat runs down the cheeks of the mere literary and
they adore one another.
First edition
Longhouse 2015
only issued in softcover
234 pages perfect bound
w/ photographs
Buy now through easy-to-use Paypal, US Orders ~ $20
$3.95 shipping & handling
International orders ~ complete ~ $45 with Paypal payment
all orders may be made by Paypal
or check mail order here:
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L O N G H O U S E
PO Box 2454
West Brattleboro, Vermont 05303
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Monday, October 5, 2015
JOY HARJO ~
J O Y H A R J O
For Calling the Spirit Back
from Wandering the Earth
in Its Human Feet
Put down that bag of potato chips, that white bread, that
bottle of pop.
Turn off that cellphone, computer, and remote control.
Open the door, then close it behind you.
Take a breath offered by friendly winds. They travel the earth
gathering essences of plants to clean.
Give it back with gratitude.
If you sing it will give your spirit lift to fly to the stars' ears and
back.
Acknowledge this earth who has cared for you since you were
a dream planting itself precisely within your parents' desire.
Let your moccasin feet take you to the encampment of the
guardians who have known you before time, who will be
there after time. They sit before the fire that has been there
without time.
Let the earth stabilize post colonial insecure jitters.
Be respectful of the small insects, birds and animal people
who accompany you.
Ask their forgiveness for the harm we humans have brought
down upon them.
Don't worry.
The heart knows the way though there may be high-rises,
interstates, checkpoints, armed soldiers, massacres, wars, and
those who will despise you because they despise themselves.
The journey might take you a few hours, a day, a year, a few
years, a hundred, a thousand or even more.
Watch your mind. Without training it might run away and
leave your heart for the immense human feast by the
thieves of time.
Do not hold regrets.
When you find your way to the circle, to the fire kept burning
by the keepers of your soul, you will be welcomed.
You must clean yourself with cedar, sage, or other healing plant.
Cut the ties you have to failure and shame.
Let go the pain you are holding in your mind, your shoulders,
your heart, all the way to your feet. Let go the pain of you
ancestors to make way for those who are heading in our
direction.
Ask for forgiveness.
Call upon the help of those who love you. These helpers take
many forms: animal, element, bird, angel, saint, stone, or
ancestor.
Call your spirit back. It may be caught in corners and
creases of shame, judgment, and human abuse.
You must call in a way that your spirit will want to return.
Speak to it as you would to a beloved child.
Welcome your spirit back from its wandering. It may return
in pieces, in tatters. Gather them together. They will be
happy to be found after being lost for so long.
Your spirit will need to sleep awhile after it is bathed and
given clean clothes.
Now you can have a party. Invite everyone you know who
loves and supports you. Keep room for those who have no
place else to go.
Make a giveaway, and remember, keep the speeches short.
Then, you must do this: help the next person find their way
through the dark.
_____________________
J O Y H A R J O
Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings
Norton, 2015
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Saturday, October 3, 2015
WOMEN OF THE BEATS ~
Janine Pommy Vega
Joanne Kyger
Hettie Jones
Anne Waldman
Denise Levertov
Diane di Prima
Lenore Kandel
Mary Norbert Korte
ruth weiss
Elise Cowan
Friday, October 2, 2015
Thursday, October 1, 2015
GETTING ACQUAINTED ~
GETTING ACQUAINTED
We knew no one
Driving into a
Small town
Then we saw a sign
“It’s a Boy!”
And we knew someone
_______________________________________
© Bob Arnold
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
THE ANCHOR'S LONG CHAIN ~
Yves Bonnefoy
The Anchor’s Long Chain (Ales Stenar)
translated by Beverley Bie Brahic
I
They say
Boats appear in the sky
And from some of them
The anchor’s long chain may rattle down,
Down towards our furtive land.
The anchor bobs over our fields and trees
Seeking a place to moor,
But soon a wish from above yanks it free;
The ship of elsewhere has no use for here,
Its horizon lies in another dream.
It may however come to pass
That the anchor is heavy, unusually so,
And rakes the ground, rumpling the trees.
Someone saw it snag a church door,
Catch the arch where our hope fades,
And a sailor had to shinny down
The taut, jerking chain,
And free his heaven from our night.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Saturday, September 26, 2015
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