Friday, December 10, 2021

MICHAEL NESMITH ~

 




M I C H A E L     N E S M I T H

1942, Houston ~ 2021, Carmel Valley




BROTHER ~

 



Thursday, December 9, 2021

Wednesday, December 8, 2021

 


Credit...

Gianfranco Tripodo for The New York Times


J U S T O     G A L L E G O

M O N K, B U I L D E R





EXECUTIVE SUITE ~ (Fly the Friendly Skies) ~

 


The Crash of Two Airplanes and the Crisis at Boeing



Credit...

Achmad Ibrahim/Associated Press


R E A D      M E





Tuesday, December 7, 2021

TED KOOSER ~

 




At Dusk, In Decemeber



Driving a gravel road in the country

I saw a hawk fly up out of a ditch

with a mouse in its beak, and it flew

along beside my car for a minute,

the mouse still alive, its little legs

running as fast as they could, and there

we were, the three of us, all going

in the same direction, west, at just

a little under forty miles per hour.



____________________

Ted Kooser

Red Stilts

Copper Canyon Press

2021




Monday, December 6, 2021

Saturday, December 4, 2021

TOM STOPPARD ~

 


R E A D     M E




                               Tom Stoppard on his way to Darjeeling, India, in 1990. Photo: Karan Kapoor







Friday, December 3, 2021

Thursday, December 2, 2021

Wednesday, December 1, 2021

THE TWELVE LIVES OF ALFRED HITCHCOCK ~

 




Finally, after many biographies
— a fresh look



Tuesday, November 30, 2021

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Saturday, November 27, 2021

Thursday, November 25, 2021

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Monday, November 22, 2021

ROBERT BLY ~

 


Dec. 23, 1926 ~ Nov. 21, 2021



Snowfall In The November Afternoon


I
The grass is half-covered with snow.
It was the sort of snowfall that starts in late afternoon,
And now the little houses of the grass are growing dark.

II
If I could reach down, near the earth,
I could take handfuls of darkness!
A darkness that was always there, which we never noticed.

III
As the snow grows heavier, the cornstalks fade farther away,
And the barn moves nearer to the house.
The barn moves all alone in the growing storm.

IV
The barn is full of corn, and moving toward us now,
Like a hulk blown toward us in a storm at sea;
All the sailors on deck have been blind for many years. 

"Snowfall In The November Afternoon" by Robert Bly, from Eating the Honey of Words: New and Selected Poems.

 © Harper Flamingo, 1999

WALKER EVANS AGAIN ~

 



R E V I E W




Sunday, November 21, 2021

Saturday, November 20, 2021

LOUISE GLUCK ~

 



Song





Leo Cruz makes the most beautiful white bowls;
I think I must get some to you
but how is the question
in these times

He is teaching me
the names of the desert grasses;
I have a book
since to see the grasses is impossible

Leo thinks the things man makes
are more beautiful
than what exists in nature

and I say no.
And Leo says
wait and see.

We make plans
to walk the trails together.
When, I ask him,
when? Never again:
this is what we never say.

He is teaching me
to live in imagination:
a cold wind
blows as I cross the desert;
I can see his house in the distance;
smoke is coming from the chimney

That is the kiln, I think;
only Leo makes porcelain in the desert

Ah, he says, you are dreaming again

And I say then I’m glad I dream
the fire is still alive


_____________________________

Louise Gluck
Winter Recipes From the Collective
FSG, 2021




Friday, November 19, 2021

FRANCIS BACON ~

 





Francis Bacon
Revelations
by Mark Stevens & Annalyn Swan
Knopf 2021


Wednesday, November 17, 2021