THE BARTENDER ~

 

J O E     T U R K E L

Joe Turkel in Stanley Kubrick’s “The Shining” (1980). Mr. Turkel’s ominously stoic presence shifted the film into a darker register.Credit...Warner Bros.

JACKIE SHANE ~

 

THE TRANSCENDENTALISTS ~

 

R E A D      M E

HAROLD BUDD, COMPOSER ~

 

H A R O L D    B U D D

M O R E  

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ~

 

R E A D     M E

CLIFFORD BURKE ~ THE ACCIDENTAL ART MACHINE ~

 

Deer Creek

2022

LINK DAVIS ~

 

RACHAEL ALLEN ~

Crying girl

in the canopy

branch held

unstable

a face drawn

pendant-

shaped, from

the bark

marks

how like

a tree is

a woman

crumbling

with age

conversations

inaudible

without a

stethoscope

to the forest

floor and

even then

we whisper.

____________________

Rachael Allen

Kingdomland

Faber & Faber, 2019

JEAN-MICHEL BASQUAIT ~

 

R E A D      M E

ELDRIDGE CLEAVER ~

 

R E A D      M E

Lawrence Hill, 2020

FRANCO ~

 

IAIN SINCLAIR ~

 

R E A D     M E

THE HIGH SIERRA ~

 

R E A D     M E

You're going to meander

but it's a fine Sierra Nevada

geological, historical, personalized

portrait, with chapters on the

masters of the place: 

John Muir, Mary Austin,

Clarence King, Norman Clyde

& Gary Snyder —

 for a more unique and

textural Sierra, see Norman Schaefer's

Records of a Broken-Down Mountaineer

______________________

LIONEL ZIPRIN ~

 

from  Songs for Schizoid Siblings

the bird has flown

i'm all alone.

via the edge

comes all knowledge.

were i sure i'd live twice

i'd stop taking your advice.

take it away,

tae it away,

what isn't tomorrow

is yesterday.

buy a chair

           and mend a table,

catch a fact,

           and write a fable.

almost all lies

are pocket size.

kissing fish was a habit

enjoyed by a rabbit

whose fur was a kind of fin.

he would look at the water

convinced that his daughter

was either without or within.

i think i often look for things

that disinfect what in me sings.

were i not a fool

would i be in school?

gentle, gentle little lamb

even you'll become a ram.

the moon will ruin

the solar tune.

the sun will split

the moon's orbit.

jupiter

will saturn crack,

and bounce

sweet venus off her track.

but pluto soon

and dry neptune

will enverate

the earthen state

and rectify

the martian eye

through which,

like pitch,

a quadrate light

will burst —

and make uranus shatter first.

authority

is you and me.

a man who rides

the lunar tides

rarely decides

on other guides.

__________________

Lionel Ziprin

Songs for Schizoid Siblings

The Song Cave, 2017

LUCILLE CLIFTON ~

 

L U C I L L E      C L I F T O N

ARCHIVE (CHARLES SIMIC) ~

 

He's still got it.

The New Yorker

June 13, 2020

INGEBORG BACHMAN ~

 

I N G E B O R G     B A C H M A N N

Seagull Books

WHO BY FIRE ~

 

R E A D     M E

BE A MURAL WALKER (JUDY BACA) ~

 

J U D Y      B A C A

LENORE KANDEL (1976) ~

 

Lenore Kandel at The Winterland 1976

BILL FRITSCH READS POETRY ~

 

S W E E T      W I L L I A M

(Bill Fritsch)

SWEET WILLIAM FRITSCH ~

 

Sweet William Fritsch & Lenore Kandel

________________________________________

SWEET  WILLIAM  FRITSCH

My Few Days Filming the San Francisco Hells Angel

Paul G Ryan

Photograph: 2009 Isaac Hernandez 

EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ~

 

R E A D      M E

Yale University Press

2022

BILL BATHURST ~ The Collected Poetry & Prose

Bill Bathurst, The Collected Poetry & Prose

 edited by Bob Arnold

___________

Longhouse, 2022

Available now 

240 pages of poetry & prose

including Bill Bathurst's three out of print titles ~

For Julessa, Greystone Poems, How To Continue

plus uncollected poetry & prose

62 photographs & images

Introduction by Clifford Burke

$25

$5 shipping for USA

Overseas please inquire

Buy now

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please use our email

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West Brattleboro, Vermont

05303

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Time On My Hands

                                for Billie Holiday

As though abed in white satin

her wedding night with Prez

that never threatens dawn,

her voice from the Thirties

untouched by Death

the lone night through.

As though Lady,

filling in my silence

like Prez when her soul

caught its breath,

could ease me through the dark,

“I’m Pullin’ Through.”

As though that voice

would never trail off,

dawn never catch me,

like a shade flying up,

sandwiched between mirrors

taking a piss,

wide-eyed and hollow

cheeks needing a shave,

this image reflected &

diminished to a point

invisible with silence

she must have welcomed,

leather soles of police

on the waxen floor

of her hospital death room

heard inside her eyes

as gardenias of years gone by

crushed underfoot.

As though, then, this coda

could finally be left

unwritten: Sunday, lonely,

guest of a friend

gone to bed with his wife

pregnant again, restless

when I write this,

outside I’m spaced, the sun

at my armpit, encircled by

acres of broken land

flat as my prospects,

weeds & barbed wire running riot

like doubts in my head

make it hard to walk,

uncertain & shy, alone &

a long way from home.

                                         

                                                20 August 1967

PETER LAMBORN WILSON ~

 

PETER  LAMBORN  WILSON

1945 ~ 2022

photograph 2017

Gerard Malanga

GHASSAN ZAQTAN ~

 

Just A Song

Thanks because the river flows

and the villages are fruits on the roads

and the roads are sleepwalking doors

and sleep is the shadow of death

its white land's first

and the dead are with me

strolling in front of my house

unarmed and peaceful

they posed for photos then left 

singly

without an evening

or a calamity

and thanks to the evening.

A Going

Leave us something

we'd be sad if you leave

Leave us, for example,

if you like,

your last photo by the door

our summer trip together

that scent of pine,

your words or your tobacco?

And don't go

alone

and whole

like a sword.

A Horse

And whenever I fall asleep

I find a horse grazing grass

. . .

always

a horse comes to graze the grass

. . .

when I fall asleep.

____________________

Ghassan Zaqtan

Like A Straw Bird It Follows Me, and Other Poems

trans. Fady Joudan

Yale 2012

EASY RIDERS ~

 

Dennis Hopper & Brooke Hayward long ago

R E A D      M E

THE GOOD DOCTOR ~