Monday, February 24, 2025

RULES OF WOLFE ~






R E A D   M E


    The Mysterious Press

     2013



Sunday, February 23, 2025

Saturday, February 22, 2025

ROBERT DESNOS FINDS. . . ~

 





A Brief History of Mirrors



Now we come to the age of sparrows in the throat.

When I was a child I spoke rain slantwise into this tree and 

    that.


There was a Japanese bowl from the Kamakura period.

Even then, it held the roundness of now.


Count with me here the number of owl feathers fastened to 

    the moon.

Ask your own mouth to consider the quiet movements of a

    river refusing monotony.


At times we appear released, as if breaking with a great force.

We shyly and reflect upon and — of course — away.


There was a mirror incident in Borneo that did and did not

    involve me.

So it is with the water buffalo that brought parasites from the

    watering hole into my lover's arms, and brought her — after

    many years — back into mine.



______________________________

George Kalamaras

Robert Desnos Finds His Sleep Medicines

Beneath Bachelard's Floorboards

MadHat Press, 2024



Thursday, February 20, 2025

HUMBERTO AK'ABAL ~

 



If Today Were Tomorrow


THE RIVER


Kneeling

on a yagual,

bent over a stone,

my mother washes

and washes

and washes.


My little sister

sleeps in a basket

covered in willow leaves.


Me? I am sitting

on piled straw,

watching how the water leaves

and how the river stays.



ON THE FLOOR


The moon

finds holes

in abode houses

then slips in

to sit on the floor.



AT THE SPRING


In still water,

a rose-winged dragonfly

sailing on a dry leaf.



A PLANK


I wish I were

simple as a tree.


Or even better,

a plank.



WHAT IS, IS


Let's cut the bullshit:


Ghosts?

They exist!


A town without ghosts

is not a real town.


But

the ghosts

have got to be real.



NIGHT


Dark night

darker than dark


and smelling of rain.


On nights like this

no one knows

where earth ends

and the sky begins.



TIRED


With the full weight

of a chopped-up tree,


the load of firewood


drips sap

down my back.


My head strap turns to fire.


I stop for a bit

and my shadow stretches out long

to lie on the ground,

maybe more tired than I am.



PRAYER


In church

the only prayer you hear

comes from the trees

they turned into pews.



STONES


It's not that stones are mute:

they just keep quiet.



THE MOON ON THE WATER


She wasn't beautiful

but she hit me

like the moon on the water.



FLIGHT


I am a bird:


flight lives

inside me.



BIRTH


Poets are born old:


as the years pass

we make ourselves into children.



WALKING BACKWARDS


Every now and then,

I turn and start walking backwards:

it's my way of remembering.


If I only ever walked forward,

then I could tell you

what forgetting is.



IN THE DARK


I learned to sing through pain

like a bird in the dark.



_______________________

Humberto Ak'abal

If Today Were Tomorrow

Milkweed, 2024




Wednesday, February 19, 2025

BERNIE TELLS IT ~

 



     February19, 2025



GERD STERN ~

 


G E R D   S T E R N

Gerd Stern, Beat Era Poet and Multimedia Artist, Dies at 96



POKEY LAFARGE ~

 


   New West

   2024



Tuesday, February 18, 2025

Monday, February 17, 2025

THE LAST MONKEY~

 



Once there was a goat

in my mother's village

that would dance while

the old knew to ignore

the affairs of the world



____________


Ronald Baatz

The Last Monkey

Black Fig Press

2024





Sunday, February 16, 2025

ANNA & ELIZABETH ~

 



         Smithsonian Folkways, 2018



Saturday, February 15, 2025

Friday, February 14, 2025

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

NEW! FROM LONGHOUSE ~ J.D. WHITNEY ~


 


Cousin Night:

Earth's 
  
             own

shadow.




Cousin Redwood:

Long-
standing

                tall-
standing

                fog

drinker.





Cousin Shadow:


Whose     
             ghost

were

you
        
         before

you were mine?



J. D. Whitney

 Cousins & Cousins


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Tuesday, February 11, 2025

VIRGINIA HAMILTON, LIBERATION LITERATURE ~

 


V I R G I N I A   H A M I L T O N


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Monday, February 10, 2025

TOM ROBBINS ~

 



T O M   R O B B I N S

Gone, at age 92




JAMES CARLOS BLAKE ~

 



J A M E S   C A R L O S   B L A K E

                                                     Novelist of Outlaw Life, Is Dead at 81



Saturday, February 8, 2025

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Wednesday, February 5, 2025

ROBERT SCHELLING'S COOKING CARTOONS ~

 





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Monday, February 3, 2025

RAY JOHNSON ~



R E A D   M E 

      Matthew Marks Gallery

      2017



Sunday, February 2, 2025

Saturday, February 1, 2025

Friday, January 31, 2025

HANNAH ARENDT (POEMS) ~

 




The end of days

the threshold of evenings

still it is not night

still the birds take flight

still the trees stretch out.

Soon it blows cooler,

the night and the dream.



~



And no record

of those days

tangled into one another

devoured by flames

that burned us:

The wounds of happiness

Become stigmas, not scars.


There would be no record,

if your account

had not been imparted —

poetic language

is a place, not a refuge.



~



I love the earth,

as if traveling

to a foreign place

and not otherwise.

So life spins me

quietly on its thread

into unknown designs.

Until suddenly,

like a journey's farewell —

the great silence cuts the thread.



_______________________


What Remains

The Collected Poems of Hannah Arendt

TRANSLATED BY SAMANTHA ROSE HILL

Liveright, 2025