PAUL SIEBEL ~

 

Paul Siebel

1937 ~ 2022

O B I T U A R Y

WHOLE EARTH ~

 

Whole Earth

The Many Lives of

Stewart Brand

John Markoff

Penguin, 2022

WOODY GUTHRIE, SONGS & ART . . . ~

 

R E A D     M E

CLIVE FAUST ~

 

"Light flickers on and off ruffled layers of leaves."

_________________

TODAY

WE REMEMBER

THE PASSING OF OUR FRIEND

CLIVE FAUST

PLEASE READ MORE ABOUT THIS FINE

POET

E.B. WHITE ~

 

ALICE PAALEN RAHON ~

 

Varda Poem

                                     for Yanko

You who taught numbers to know the rainbow

Who opened every door in the celestial city

Who always made more when there was less

Who enchanted birds

Who loved all things except the mean

Should you be seen

Dancing in your golden ashes

About half a league off our port beam

As we go out the Gate

While the sun sets clear

Will you tell us one more time

How hard it is to be human

When it's so easy to be divine

_______________________

Shapeshifter

Alice Paalen Rahon

New York Review of Books

Translated by Mary Ann Caws

2021

IN A CLAY PIG'S EYE ~

 

screeching like baby birds

in a crowded nest ~

dumplings frying

on the fourth day

I named the fly

howard

my senile father

eats the fortune cookie

and the fortune

our beautiful old love

on such thin ice

we can't even shiver

a splinter

pulled from my thumb

spit into the fire

because of my old father

my old mother has learned

to make baby food

after the storm

an apology

of soft rain

going out the door

i pass a grape that had

rolled away from breakfast

a fence between

the cemetery and the road

leans toward the road

mountains disappear in fog

and i want to go right along

with them

_____________________________

selected from ~

Ronald Baatz

In A Clay Pig's Eye

Seastone Editions, 2005

NIKOLAI ASTRUP ~

R E A D     M E 

The Clark

Yale

2021

SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR ~

 

R E A D      M E

TADEUSZ BOROWSKI ~

 

R E A D    M E

Yale University Press

CHRISTOPHER STEELE ( RUSSIA ) ~

 

YOU DON'T KNOW US NEGROES ~

 

R E A D     M E

Harper Collins, 2022

PETER HANDKE ~

 

P E T E R      H A N D K E

M O R E

FROM THE MOUNTAIN ~

 

photograph, Bob Arnold 

GENEVIEVE TAGGARD ~

 

Remembering Vaughan in New England

I saw reality the other night,

By New England moon-light.

All of my life, living has been

One or another kind of dream.

Now, nothing festooned itself between

Me, and the substance of moon-beam.

The land is honest, small and swept

Bare as a barn-yard floor

In winter. And no third thing crept

As it had, times before.

No feeling, its mist to intervene,

No inner thought to warp . . .

I stood: and behold, the trees were lean,

And lo ! the hills were sharp.

Moon's no ephemeral faint stuff

First seen, painted upon

Windows and walls . . . it is yellow as dawn,

After dream, it is marvelous rough,

Coarse as hoar-frost . . . texture no dream

Can invent.

                     Cut my vague dream away !

Moon in New England, O pure moon-beam,

Let it be day.

___________________________

Genevieve Taggard

Remembering Vaughn in New England

Arrow Editions, 1933

MUSICAL GARRETT HONGO ~

 

JERZY FICOWSKI ~

Village Landscape

There is silence in the meadows

of former battlefields

the bank of the bug river arranges

shells and bones

at times a wasp's ricochet

shoots from the burdocks

someone was buried here

or somewhere else

and there is no hole in heaven

as there is on earth

.     .     .

I was unable to save

a single life

I couldn't sleep

a single bullet

so I circle cemeteries

that aren't there

I search for words

that aren't there

I run

to the aid uncalled for

to the rescue delayed

I want to get there on time

even if it's already over

Kazakhstan, USSR

they let us out of the wagons

right here

And nothing anywhere

not a river

to drown in

or a tree

to hang oneself

____________________________

Jerzy Ficowski

Everything I Don't Know

Selected Poems

translated from the Polish by

Jennifer Grotz & Piotr Sommer

World Poetry Books, 2021

DIANE DI PRIMA ~ REVOLUTIONARY LETTERS ~

 

DIANE  DI  PRIMA

City Lights Books 2021

April Fool Birthday Poem for Grandpa

Today is your

birthday and I have tried

writing these things before,

but now

in the gathering madness, I want to

thank you

for telling me what to expect

for pulling

no punches, back there in that scrubbed Bronx parlor

thank you

for honestly weeping in time to

innumerable heartbreaking

italian operas for

pulling my hair when I

pulled the leaves off the trees so I'd

know how it feels, we are

involved in it now, revolution, up to our

knees and the tide is rising, I embrace

strangers on the street, filled with their love and

mine, the love you told us had to come or we

die, told them all in that Bronx park, me listening in

spring Bronx dusk, breathing stars, so glorious

to me your white hair, your height your fierce

blue eyes, rare among Italians, I stood

a ways off, looking up at you, my grandpa

people listened to, I stand

a ways off listening as I pour out soup

young men with light in their faces

at my table, talking love, talking revolution

which is love, spelled backwards, how

you would love us all, would thunder your anarchist wisdom

at us, would thunder Dante, and Giordano Bruno, orderly men

bent to your ends, well I want you to know

we do it for you, and your ilk, for Carlo Tresca,

for Sacco and Vanzetti, without knowing

it, or thinking about it, as we do it for Aubrey Beardsley

Oscar Wilde (all street lights

shall be purple), do it

for Trotsky and Shelley and big/dumb

Kropotkin

Eisenstein's Strike people, Jean Cocteau's ennui, we do it for

the stars over the Bronx

that they may look on earth

and not be ashamed.

_____________________

Diane Di Prima

Revolutionary Letters

50th Anniversary Edition

Pocket Poets No. 27

City Lights, 2021

BEN E KING ~

 

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FOREST, TEMPLES, GLACIAL RIVERS

Longhouse

2022

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STONE CARVERS ~

 

Julio Jiménez drives short spikes into a large piece of stone in order to cut out a section from a quarry near Escolásticas.

S T O N E    C A R V E R S

SHOLOM ALEICHEM ~

 

L I S T E N

NATHAN ABSHIRE ~

 

STEWART BRAND ~

R E A D      M E

                                                            Mr. Brand in Sausalito, Calif., in 2016.

                                                                       Mark Maheny/Redux

Credit...Mark Maheny/Redux

CARMEN GIMENEZ SMITH ~

 

Lullaby

What does the poet call

a loss of words?

She calls it widest pupil.

They call it skewered sight.

How precise the nerves

that bear the toll of language.

Once there were stories

I didn't want true about me,

but here I am, twisted

with appetite. My mother

said I was a curious child.

She meant it as a gift.

Pirate moon, the

rapture of deep sleep,

build me a fortress

for my mantle.

__________________________

Carmen Giménez Smith

Cruel Futures

City Lights 2018