2006
Sunday, February 8, 2026
Saturday, February 7, 2026
SUN RA THRU THE NIGHT ~
Volume One: RLA Sound Studios, NYC, April 20, 1965 Volume Two & Three: RLA Sound Studios, NYC, November 16, 1965. Marshall Allen described the recording of the album in John F Szwed's biography of Ra, Space Is The Place; "Sun Ra would go to the studio and he would play something, the bass would come in, and if he didn't like it he'd stop it; and he'd give the drummer a particular rhythm, tell the bass he wanted not a 'boom boom boom,' but something else, and then he'd begin to try out the horns, we're all standing there wondering what's next... "I just picked up the piccolo and worked with what was going on, what mood they set, or what feeling they had. A lot of things we'd be rehearsing and we did the wrong things and Sun Ra stopped the arrangement and changed it. Or he would change the person who was playing the particular solo, so that changes the arrangement. So the one that was soloing would get another part given to him personally. 'Cos he knew people. He could understand what you could do better so he would fit that with what he would tell you." Marshall Allen
Friday, February 6, 2026
Thursday, February 5, 2026
Wednesday, February 4, 2026
SILAS HOUSE ~
Northern Lights
I longed for you before I knew
you; that's what I always think
when something like this happens.
I never dreamt I would see them,
especially from my own back porch
right here in Kentucky. But there
they are. The richest purple, glowing
green, the blush of them,
an undulating mystery
as abstract as the enigma that brings
two people into the same orbit.
Here we are, watching them, together,
and we always will be, even when
we are nothing more than sky.
____________________
Silas House
All These Ghosts
Blair, 2025
Tuesday, February 3, 2026
Monday, February 2, 2026
WANG YIN ~
Lover
We have reached the open sea, my love,
the shore lights extinguished
seahorse flutes sweet and lilting
We have reached the open sea
I open the urn
scatter you
little pieces of you
falling more slowly than powder
obliquely onto the water
I scatter all of you
You turn the sea faintly red
You calm the waters
just as when you were alive and
midnight snow's fell upon
our open hands
I give you the sky
give you the sea
I give it all to you all to you
I take the urn that held you
hold it to my breast
I put myself inside the urn that held you
I am now in your dreams
1987-88
_________________________________
Wang Yin
A Summer Day in the
Company of Ghosts
translated by Andrea Lingenfelter
NYRB 2022
Sunday, February 1, 2026
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Stopping by Stumps
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Saturday, January 31, 2026
Friday, January 30, 2026
PATRICK PHILLIPS ~
Elegy with Table Saw & Cobwebs
Rummaging the wood-rack
I pull a cracked
old shingle off the stack
a scrap
on which at
some point, with his flat
knife-whittled pencil
my old friend Ollie scratched
5/32 + 1/2 —
a kind of riddle now, a workman's
artifact,
unnoticed since that
year the cancer cells attacked –
since whatever it
once meant,
whatever part it
played in some project,
went with him
into the flames
& ash.
Friends
we die like that:
thew hole starry sky goes black
while these little
nothings last —
while these spiders in the rafters
go clutching
their white sacks
whispering & yet & yet
& yet & yet
until I dust the fading rune
& put it back.
______________________
Patrick Phillips
Song of the Closing Doors
Knopf 2022
Thursday, January 29, 2026
JOY LADIN ~
Whisper
I didn't know
I was in prison
till I looked out
the small round windows
and saw you whispering stars
______________________
How long have I been here
up to my neck in sunshine
splashing across my bed
On this street
nothing reminds me
of my children
Here I am
trying to give up
and you keep blossoming
________________
Joy Ladin
Family
Persea Books, 2024
Wednesday, January 28, 2026
THE THIRD REICH OF DREAMS ~
Nazi execution WW2 / Alex Pretti executed by US Border Patrol agents in Minneapolis 24 Jan 2026
Quadrangle Books
1966
Tuesday, January 27, 2026
Monday, January 26, 2026
WENDY COPE ~
At 3 a.m.
the room contains no sound
except the ticking of the clock
which has begun to panic
like an insect, trapped
in an enormous box.
Books lie open on the carpet.
Somewhere else
you're sleeping
and beside you there's a woman
who is crying quietly
so you won't wake.
On a Train
The book I've been reading
rests on my knee. You sleep.
It's beautiful out there —
fields, little lakes and winter trees
in February sunlight,
every car park a shining mosaic.
Long, radiant minutes,
your hand in my hand,
still warm, still warm.
To My Husband
If we were going to die, I might
Not hug you quite as often or as tight,
Or say goodbye to you as carefully
If I were certain you'd come back to me.
Perhaps I wouldn't value every day,
Every act of kindness, every laugh
As much, if I knew you and I could stay
For ever as each other's other half.
We may not have too many years before
One disappears to the eternal yonder
And I can't hug or touch you any more.
Yes, of course that knowledge makes us fonder.
Would I want to change things, if I could,
And make us both immortal? Love, I would.
____________________________________
Wendy Cope
Collected Poems
Faber 2024
Sunday, January 25, 2026
Saturday, January 24, 2026
JERRY LEE LEWIS LIVE AT THE STAR CLUB TONIGHT ~
1964, Germany
Live at the Star Club is a badly mixed recording of Jerry Lee Lewis on his uppers in every sense: his career has flatlined and his performance sounds like a 40-minute advert for the alarmingly invigorating properties of amphetamines. Songs start at an astonishing pace and frequently speed up; his backing band, Britain’s Nashville Teens, just about cling on by the skin of their teeth. It should be a disaster. Instead, it’s almost indecently exciting, capturing the feral essence of rock’n’roll like nothing else. “It’s not an album,” gawped Rolling Stone’s review, “it’s a crime scene.” They had a point.
Friday, January 23, 2026
Thursday, January 22, 2026
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