Wednesday, January 12, 2022
Tuesday, January 11, 2022
Monday, January 10, 2022
JEAN GENET ~
Actually, not a book just for "fans."
The Criminal Child is an excellent introduction
to Genet and the essay/visit with Giacometti
is a charm.
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New York Review of Books
2020
Sunday, January 9, 2022
Saturday, January 8, 2022
WILLIAM STAFFORD ~
A Letter Not Even To Deliver
The world often has a quiet look.
I go down in the orchard quietly
to work every day, because trees keep
trouble away and a grove makes quiet work.
But a jagged glimpse can come — say, when a bird sings
down a row, or over toward a hill. I bow
to near views, and listen close, for this one day:
splendor is not for daily things.
And a bowed back is a disguise. I remember you, fair.
If you visit me, come some quiet way.
There might be an instant; the light might flame —
be quiet then. We are not too try far.
Only the brownest birds that come here belong here.
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William Stafford
Smoke's Way
Graywolf Press, 1983
Friday, January 7, 2022
MARRIAGE ~
The folk singer Arlo Guthrie and Marti Ladd were married on Dec. 8 at the South County Courthouse in Delray Beach, Fla.Credit...James Jackman for The New York Times
Wednesday, January 5, 2022
Tuesday, January 4, 2022
Monday, January 3, 2022
Sunday, January 2, 2022
Saturday, January 1, 2022
Friday, December 31, 2021
Thursday, December 30, 2021
Wednesday, December 29, 2021
Tuesday, December 28, 2021
JOHN MADDEN ~
John Madden in 1974, when he was the coach of the Oakland Raiders.Credit...Associated Press
1936 ~ 2021
Monday, December 27, 2021
Sunday, December 26, 2021
TINY SUMMER BOOK, BOB ARNOLD ~
The Lumberman, And His Teenage Son
Once upon a time my father stayed home sick from work. This happened maybe twice in my lifetime as a youngster living in the same house with my parents. My mother, maybe, sick one day in my life as a youngster.
My father called me into the bedroom, and there he was propped up on pillows.
“Bobby, I need something to read. What do you have in your room?”
Like I was some gunsmith. ‘I need a gun, not just any gun Bobby, you’ll know what to do.’
I’d nod and bring him a well-oiled Smith & Wesson. He’d nod, then he’d ask me to leave the room. Was this sick man going to take his life? Shoot the TV that was playing “I Love Lucy?” Or just spend the day fondling the gun?
But he didn’t ask me for a gun. He asked me for a book, any old book. I nodded. Rushed out of the room and went for the book I had just finished, without ever, and I mean ever and never, breaking the spine.
My father once remarked, as if he was beside himself, that when he looked at my paperback books, a full library and every one in alphabetic order, he was thunderstruck how not one book had a crease in the spine.
“How do you read these books Bobby and not crack a spine?” I showed him my careful technique of reading books as if peering into a small and fascinating room. He predicted I would be blind by age twenty. He was wrong, but he was still my father, who I believed knew more than any other man when I was fifteen. At sixteen I had a different opinion.
When I came back from my room, with Joseph Heller’s Catch-22 in my hand, I spent the rest of the day enjoying hearing my father, once an infantryman in WW2, laughing out loud all through the day as he read the book. He never got out of the bed. He never stopped reading the book. And it seemed he never stopped laughing. Yes, one of the joys of my childhood was that day.
Tiny Summer Book
Longhouse
2021





































