READ HIROKO OYAMADA ~

 

N E W   D I R E C T I O N S

MORE FRIEDERIKE MAYROCKER ~

 

F R I E D E R I K E    M A Y R O C K E R

STEPH CURRY, SHOOTER ~

 

     Steph Curry

GREAT WOMEN PAINTERS ~

 

R E A D    M E

Phaidon, 2022

ALL THE LEONARD COHEN (You'll Ever Need) ~

 

         3 volumes, 1500 pages, Interviews, Family, Friends, Musicians, Poets, Photographs, Amen

L E O N A R D    C O H E N

Simon & Schuster

LISTEN ~

 

     Bernie Sanders

     Vermont

CALVIN C. HERNTON ~

 

Fall Down

                   In memory of Eric Dolphy

All men are locked in their cells.

Though we quake

In fist of body

Keys rattle, set us free.

I remember and wonder why?

In fall, in summer; times

Will be no more. Journeys

End.

I remember and wonder why?

In the sacred labor of lung

Spine and groin,

You cease, fly away

To what? To Autumn, to

Winter, to brown leaves, to

Wind where no lark sings; yet

Through dominion of air, jaw and fire

I remember!

Eric Dolphy, you swung

A beautiful axe. You lived a clean

Life.

You were young —

You died.

D Blues

D blues

What you woke up wit

Dhis mourning

What you toss and turn

All night in your bed wit

Nothing, no

One in your arms

No

Body.

Dats

What D blues

Is.

___________________

Calvin C. Hernton

Selected Poems of Calvin C. Hernton

Wesleyan, 2023

BHANU KAPIL ~

 

from  How To Wash A Heart

I was born feet-first beneath a Lebanon cedar

At 10:23 a.m.

On a November morning

So long ago

That many people who were alive that day,

Flinching from a sudden rain,

No longer walk upon this earth.

I am going to take you by surprise.

I am going to make you

So proud of me.

When you watch my plays, your heart

Will make a circuit with the dense shadow

In the upper part of the atmosphere.

The clouds

Will rain green frogs

The size of fingernails

And we will scoop them up

With our hands.

Sometimes I lie on the earth face down

To connect

With its copper plate.

You won't have to love me

For very long.

_____________________

Bhanu Kapil

How To Wash A Heart

Liverpool University Press, 2023

JODY GLADDING ~

hill wife

beside the grave

the ties gave

was she there

everywhere

in the fern

or return

when he called her

of black alder

on her lips

the fresh chips

or felled tree

she was free

and no child

and too wild

_______________

Jody Gladding

Translations from Bark Beetle

Milkweed Editions, 2014

PETER STAMPFEL SINGS TO HARRY SMITH ~

 

C O S M I C    S C H O L A R

SCARDANELLI (MAYROCKER) ~

 

T H E    S O N G     C A V E

ROBERT STONE'S EYE ~

 

R E A D    M E

Houghton Mifflin, 2020

TIME'S ECHO ~

 

R E A D   M E

   Knopf, 2023

BLASE CENDRARS ~

 

R E A D    M E

    Reaktion Books, 2022

ARCHIVE: CLARICE LISPECTOR ~

 

C L A R I C E     L I S P E C T O R

The Apple in the Dark

New Directions

2023

THE WOMAN WHO KILLED THE FISH ~

 

R E A D    M E

New Directions, 2022

MARVIN GAYE ~

 

1973

HAPPILY ~

 

H A P P I L Y

     Random House, 2023

CASCADIAN ZEN ~

 

R E A D    M E

Watershed Press

Seattle

2023

PIERRE DRIEU LA ROCHELLE ~

R E A D    M E 

New York Review of Books

2023

N. SCOTT MOMADAY ~

 

N. SCOTT MOMADAY 

1934 ~ 2024

Adolphe Pierre-Louis/Albuquerque Journal, via ZUMA Wire, via Alamy Live News

FREAK KINGDOM (HUNTER S. THOMPSON) ~

 

R E A D     M E

Public Affairs

2018

THE ULTIMATE ELMORE JAMES ~

 

WILD SEED ~

 

1965

SERHIY ZHADAN ~

 

From CATALOGUE OF SHIPS (2020)

This is how you stand for a family photo,

look into the eyes of the photographer

the way you'd look into the eyes of a bird

perching outside your window:

remember me, wrathful bird's eye,

when we meet next time,

on the other side of this piercing — like a scream — life,

on the other side of anxious—like a stream— solitude.

Remember my hands,

still without poisonous ink under the fingernails,

remember my voice

which still doesn't have the nails of a man's rage,

remember the gratitude of children

who take sweets on Easter day from the gravestones

of their parents.

In forty years I won't talk in my dreams

with dead characters from novels I've read.

There won't be this magnetic moon

above the open fracture of the road.

In forty years no one will hold me

when I jump into May lakes.

Projection booths will be locked,

the tombs of school library stacks looted.

Remember me, history, looking like a bird

forced into the fog of borderlands every year.

Reflections of bright faces on my palms.

Women and men from the 70s like dead planets

illuminate the summer air.

In their dreams children talk with dead captains.

Children emerge from darkness guided by the photographer's voice.

They run across childhood

like lizards running across a road in July.

They stand in the backyard,

staring suspiciously  into the eyes of history.

Sing, dead poets

who've ended up in schoolbooks

like starlings in cages.

In songs they celebrate the motherland

of a sky scorched throughout the summer.

The surgical suture of a poem cleanly re-written darkness.

The black flower of rain slowly grows between rivers.

__________________________

Serhiy Zhadan

A New Orthography

poems translated from the Ukrainian

by John Hennessy & Ostap Kin

Lost Horse Press, 2020

CHRISTOPHER HITCHENS ~

 

R E A D    M E

Read it all, and every letter for & against —

he could take it.

Right now, time is running out, every American

should read his essay

"11 September 1973"

— This is how it comes —

       Hachette Book Group, 2024

NANCY CUNARD ~

 

R E A D     M E

St. Martin's, 2023