LITTLE BIRD (JIMMY HEATH) ~

J I M M Y       H E A T H

1926 ~ 2020

GIOVANNI PASCOLI ~

Giovanni Pascoli "addresses the deepest part of himself" and in doing so

addresses the nature of language. Here is a moral harmony, a manifesto for

a poetry of common memory and dream. Pascoli, quite simply, names truth;

while of the nineteenth century, he is utterly contemporary. There is much

of timeless poetics here, something of Blake's visionary innocence, something

of Whitman's self-contradictions, yet Pascoli has his own tragic sadness to

reconcile: He is unique.

In John Martone he has met his perfect translator. Martone matches

Pascoli's erudition and intelligent ordering. He brings us a clarity from the

limpid and sometimes conflicting apparent simplicity of Pascoli's work.

O Little One is vital to everyone who loves poetry.

— Gerry Loose

Laertes

2019

TROPISMS ~

T R O P I S M S

New Directions

2015

JOYCE CAROL OATES ~

R E A D      M E

ERIK REECE ~

R E A D      M E

Counterpoint

2017

CID CORMAN ~

A new selection of poems drawn from

Cid's last work, plus an original

poem in the poet's script

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HE WHO LISTENS ~

P H A R O A H      S A N D E R S

The New Yorker

Nathaniel Friedman

YOKEL ( 14 ) ~

W O O D C U T T E R

Y O K E L

Tell it slant

    EMILY DICKINSON

Peavey

A good tool

Rarely used

But when used

Can single-handedly

Roll away the world

Manual

Three days into Spring smells more like winter

Watch out, wind low in the woods, no raccoon

When snow falls wet and heavy

You spend two days clearing blowdowns

Birch snapped halfway up, hornbeam might lean

Young straight ashes weak at the tops, cherry splinters

Over like a figure never wanting to die

Chain saw bar greased sizzles

Wham sound through the head

Woodchips down the high boots

Poplar sprouted buds softer than the deer hair

Ringing my poncho hood

Hike

The hike to the village some

Time ago was about two miles

For me one way and often in

Mud or old snow which was

When I did the chain saw work

For people or sometimes built

A stone wall — I’d need my back

Pack for the saw work to haul

Along the fuel jugs, wedges

And in my other hand take an

Axe — the stonework called for

Carrying next to nothing

Planet

Trees down everywhere —

So we cleared the trail

And put the world back into order

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Bob Arnold

Yokel

Longhouse

2011

DASA DRNDIC ~

I N T E R V I E W

R E A D       M E

Eeg

Belladonna

Doppelganger

(New Directions)

STIR IT UP ~

THIS CURVING TRACK ~

R E A D     M E

Fitzcarraldo Editions

2019

WHOSE STORY IS THIS? ~

R E A D     M E

Haymarket Books
2019

ANDREW SCHELLING ~

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A new foldout booklet of poems

by Andrew Schelling

with wrap-around band

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$18 (signed) 

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CREATE DANGEROUSLY ~

R E A D      M E

Vintage Books

2019

YOKEL ( 13 ) ~

Cellar Job

All day I work with a crew of carpenters

When the crew goes home and I hang around

A crew of crickets appear

The Worse Thing About a Young Son

Your orderly

Toolbox will never

Be the same

One of the Best Things About a Young Son

That he cares

That you have a toolbox

In the first place

Goliath

The biggest —

and I mean

biggest, burliest

worker on the crew

shirtless, hairy

shouldered, many 

rippled gut sun

bronzed in cut-

offs with a 

perfectly shaped

goat’s beard when 

lifting the heaviest 

metal salvage in the

heap of scrap gets

struck by two

yellowjackets is 

stopped on the spot

Teddy

Teddy was this mostly all wild

Farm dog that used to be tied

Right outside the barn door and

All day Teddy would lay there.

You could look at him a million

Times and never quite get right

What breed of dog Teddy was.

Part this ‘n’ that, Native would say.

Huge head, long hair, big body and

Bear like dog. Just lay there.

Sometimes would eat on a deer skull,

Pig skull, something slaughtered skull.

Never seemed bothered when I pet him.

Eyes that seemed to have seen everything.

It was at night Native would unchain Teddy

And all through the woods he would roam.

Mowing

As it

Rains

How fully

The grass

                    for Ian Hamilton Finlay

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Bob Arnold

Yokel

Longhouse

2011

ANTONIN ARTAUD ~

MIT Press

2019

JEAN GIONO ~

J E A N      G I O N O

New York Review of Books

2019

translated from the French by

Alyson Waters

VARUJAN BOGHOSIAN ~

VARUJAN   BOGHOSIAN









The Hood Museum of Art
1989