Tuesday, November 19, 2013

WENDY CROSS ~








If you're close to Northampton, Massachusetts — or know someone in the region — encourage them to spend some time at A.P.E. Ltd. Gallery — big glassed main street nest where you can easily walk in off the sidewalk and stroll the Wendy Cross world


http://www.apearts.org/exhibits--events.html





Monday, November 18, 2013

THE WISHING BONE CYCLE ~






artist : kari percival




from Far North Beast Ghosts the Clearing



The truth is
I have mud on my hands
from digging roots

The truth is
I brought them to you

It is the truth
I worked to get them
and complained
while digging them up

The truth is
once I got back here
and saw your face
it didn't matter,

that work







Little snail
curled up

leaving a snail shape
in the blanket

when I lift you






If I popped out of the snow
with ten crows
tied to the top
of my head

you still would not wake

deepest sleeping one
I've ever seen






I'm no owl
don't you believe it

Just because my big
feather face
is so round
when you wake,
don't believe
I'll fly away
in the morning?







There's things I do
There's things I do

in happiness
of your arrival

Today I was out
stooping my shoulders
in the lily-pad water
with moose

O-HA!

so happy
it was all I could think
to do






Crow
sit down
shut up

can't you see
who's sleeping?

It's her
just born and not ready
to hear your crow noises yet

Sit down
shut up






I can't travel
away from you

rolling pine cone

Each time I go to leave
my shoes hide
in your dreams






All the warm nights
sleep in moonlight

keep letting it
go into you

do this
all your life

do this
you will shine outward
in old age

the moon will think
you are
the moon






Wild turkeys
dance
on a mound of earth

and the moles
under them
say
"We know the earth
is loud
with turkeys again"

But you,
not-yet-born,
when I tap my fingers
on the mound over you

do you know who dances?






Old turtle
walked this far
to see

Who-woke-up-here

I'll pick you up
to see

Well,
here she is

wrinkled as you are



_____________________

The Wishing Bone Cycle
gathered & translated by Howard Norman
Narrative Poems from the Swampy Cree Indians
Ross-Erikson 1976




One time
all the noises met.
All the noises in the world
met in one place
and I was there
because they met in my house.
My wife said, "Who sent them?"
I said, "Fox or Rabbit,
yes one of those two.
They're both out for tricking me back today.
Both of them
are mad at me.
Rabbit is mad because I pulled
his brother's ear
and held him up that way.
Then I ate him.
And Fox is mad because he wanted
to do those things first."

"Yes, then it had to be one of them,"
my wife said.

So, all the noises
were there.
These things happen.
Falling-tree noises were there.
Falling-rock noise was there.
Otter-mud- sliding noises was there.
All those noises, and more,
in my house.

"How long do you expect to stay?"
my wife asked them. "We need some sleep!"

They all answered at once!

That's why now my wife and I
sometimes can't hear well.
I should have wished them all away
first thing.


Sunday, November 17, 2013

DORIS LESSING FOREVER ~



Doris Lessing
( b. October 22, 1919, Kermanshah, Iran ~ November 17, 2013, London )




Doris Lessing spoke with reporters from her front porch in London after she won the 2007 Nobel Prize for Literature.
photo : Shaun Curry/Agence France-Presse — Getty Images




"Her themes have been universal and international. They ranged from the problems of post-colonial Africa to the politics of nuclear power, the emergence of a new woman's voice and the spiritual dimensions of 20th-century civilisation. Few writers have as broad a range of subject and sympathy.

She is one of those rare writers whose work crosses frontiers, and her impressively large output constitutes a chronicle of our time. She has enlarged the territory both of the novel and of our consciousness."

~ Michael Holroyd
Lessing's biographer and executor



http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/nov/17/doris-lessing-death-margaret-atwood-tribute






Novels

    The Grass is Singing (1950) (filmed as Killing Heat (1981))
    Retreat to Innocence (1956)
    The Golden Notebook (1962)
    Briefing for a Descent into Hell (1971)
    The Summer Before the Dark (1973)
    Memoirs of a Survivor (1974)
    The Diary of a Good Neighbour (as Jane Somers, 1983)
    If the Old Could... (as Jane Somers, 1984)
    The Good Terrorist (1985)
    The Fifth Child (1988)
    Love, Again (1996)
    Mara and Dann (1999)
    Ben, in the World (2000) – sequel to The Fifth Child
    The Sweetest Dream (2001)
    The Story of General Dann and Mara's Daughter, Griot and the Snow Dog (2005) –     sequel to Mara and Dann
    The Cleft (2007)
    Alfred and Emily (2008)

The Children of Violence series

    Martha Quest (1952)
    A Proper Marriage (1954)
    A Ripple from the Storm (1958)
    Landlocked (1965)
    The Four-Gated City (1969)

The Canopus in Argos: Archives series

    Shikasta (1979)
    The Marriages Between Zones Three, Four and Five (1980)
    The Sirian Experiments (1980)
    The Making of the Representative for Planet 8 (1982)
    The Sentimental Agents in the Volyen Empire (1983)


Opera libretti


    The Making of the Representative for Planet 8 (music by Philip Glass, 1986)
    The Marriages Between Zones Three, Four and Five (music by Philip Glass, 1997)


Comics

    Playing the Game (graphic novel illustrated by Charlie Adlard, 1995)


Drama

    Each His Own Wilderness (three plays, 1959)
    Play with a Tiger (1962)


Poetry


    Fourteen Poems (1959)
    The Wolf People – INPOPA Anthology 2002 (poems by Lessing, Robert Twigger and T.H. Benson, 2002)

   
Short story collections

    Five Short Novels (1953)
    The Habit of Loving (1957)
    A Man and Two Women (1963)
    African Stories (1964)
    Winter in July (1966)
    The Black Madonna (1966)
    The Story of a Non-Marrying Man (1972)
    This Was the Old Chief's Country: Collected African Stories, Vol. 1 (1973)
    The Sun Between Their Feet: Collected African Stories, Vol. 2 (1973)
    To Room Nineteen: Collected Stories, Vol. 1 (1978)
    The Temptation of Jack Orkney: Collected Stories, Vol. 2 (1978)
    Through the Tunnel (1990)
    London Observed: Stories and Sketches (1992)
    The Real Thing: Stories and Sketches (1992)
    Spies I Have Known (1995)
    The Pit (1996)
    The Grandmothers: Four Short Novels (2003) (filmed as Two Mothers)


Cat Tales

    Particularly Cats (stories and nonfiction, 1967)
    Particularly Cats and Rufus the Survivor (stories and nonfiction, 1993)
    The Old Age of El Magnifico (stories and nonfiction, 2000)
    On Cats (2002) – omnibus edition containing the above three books


Autobiography and memoirs

    Going Home (memoir, 1957)
    African Laughter: Four Visits to Zimbabwe (memoir, 1992)
    Under My Skin: Volume One of My Autobiography, to 1949 (1994)
    Walking in the Shade: Volume Two of My Autobiography, 1949 to 1962 (1997)


Other non-fiction


    In Pursuit of the English (1960)
    Prisons We Choose to Live Inside (essays, 1987)
    The Wind Blows Away Our Words (1987)
    A Small Personal Voice (essays, 1994)
    Conversations (interviews, edited by Earl G. Ingersoll, 1994)
    Putting the Questions Differently (interviews, edited by Earl G. Ingersoll, 1996)
    Time Bites (essays, 2004)
    On Not Winning the Nobel Prize (Nobel Lecture, 2007, published 2008)





DALE PENDELL ~









http://telegraph-books.net/mondayarchive/audio/100714-pendell.mp3
( be patient loading on )




The Great Bay
chronicles of the collapse
Dale Pendell
North Atlantic Books 2010



Saturday, November 16, 2013

Friday, November 15, 2013

PAL GOOSE ~















Pal Goose




On that sunny day
I opened your pen door
And let you out —
You loved the sun
Sun on snow
Making tracks to the pond —
Because it got too busy
But I have no excuse how
I forgot to close your
Pen door and left home

Sometime in the evening
Faraway, thoughts to you and
The open door but I would get back
The moon was out, and you
Loved the moon —
The raccoon was out, and he
Hunts by the moon —
The next morning you were
Found dead with eyes open
Suddenly flat and huge on the snow

Too big for raccoon to even bother with
Whose blood-tracks tricky designed away
And then as if he noticed how obvious
Seemed to wash his murderous paws
Off in the snow and vanished

You were our third gander
In twenty years, flocks of
Geese once upon a time mixed
With ducks and chickens and when
Our rooster died you were the new
Rooster for the chickens —
It looked funny, it looked
Practical, you fit

I miss you now when I split
Wood and wait to hear your call
Loud and sudden and part of me


 

____________________________
Bob Arnold
from Once In Vermont
Gnomon Books, 1999







Wednesday, November 13, 2013

DENISE LEVERTOV ~








I imagine someone will find something to pester about with this massive and holy beauty of a book, but I can't be bothered. Like I say, it's a beauty. The poet is long gone but certainly not to the memory of many of us who grew up with her books, issued one after another from New Directions (the faithful), and many of us knew Denise Levertov as friend, teacher, fellow contributor, activist, neighbor. We could even stretch it and say to many poets now in their late 50s to early 70s, who may recall a time when Levertov was a sort of earth mother poet to them, or sister. The poem below will just begin to show (but amply) her ability as mesmerizing storyteller — this poet who began to write her poems at age 5. And this poem has deep ingredients of Richard Jefferies roaming the same countryside, even the skilled wandering discipline of Williams (his longer poems; he will become a confidant and friend), Dorothy Wordsworth's journals, perhaps the balancing scales of Virginia Woolf. But it's all wickedly private/public Denise Levertov. As Eavan Boland makes note in her excellent introduction to this tome — you can sense the power of the poet right from the first line.

There's a lot going on here with this book. First, it's gorgeous coming into your hands, and almost heartbreaking to see such a devoted publisher as New Directions sticking to their guns with one of their poets . . . a woman poet, who never get enough big book attention. If they wanted to make a lasting monument, they have. It's over 1,000 pages true. Precious little waste, if any. The founder of New Directions, James Laughlin, is all throughout the book with his earnest for Levertov to be in his stable, after west-coast-both-feet-on-the-ground-genius Kenneth Rexroth introduced Levertov's poems to his poet/publisher friend. It was a good time for things to take off, and it did.

Later years brought this forever independent (Levertov) from no set school or sect, but her own, to Stanford, other parts west coast, and Seattle. Eavan Boland divides her time at Stanford and Dublin; scholars, other poets, students and a readership just carried on a momentum. Something the two editors of this book, and publisher, have handled well. The poet's individual books unfold in chronological order, along with extensive annotations and notes by Levertov herself on many of the books, when not poems. First lines are properly indicated as an index. It'll all come in time though, because you'll be holding the book in your two hands for awhile and not even wanting to open its leaves for a few moments. There's an absorbing ritual — a nearly forced will — that asks you to slow down, take a moment, and breathe in the apple you're about to bite. 



~ BA
________________





 A Map of the Western Part of the Country of Essex in England



Something forgotten for twenty years: though my fathers   
and mothers came from Cordova and Vitepsk and Caernarvon,   
and though I am a citizen of the United States and less a   
stranger here than anywhere else, perhaps,
I am Essex-born:
Cranbrook Wash called me into its dark tunnel,
the little streams of Valentines heard my resolves,
Roding held my head above water when I thought it was   
drowning me; in Hainault only a haze of thin trees
stood between the red doubledecker buses and the boar-hunt,   
the spirit of merciful Phillipa glimmered there.
Pergo Park knew me, and Clavering, and Havering-atte-Bower,
Stanford Rivers lost me in osier beds, Stapleford Abbots
sent me safe home on the dark road after Simeon-quiet evensong,
Wanstead drew me over and over into its basic poetry,
in its serpentine lake I saw bass-viols among the golden dead leaves,
through its trees the ghost of a great house. In
Ilford High Road I saw the multitudes passing pale under the   
light of flaring sundown, seven kings
in somber starry robes gathered at Seven Kings
the place of law
where my birth and marriage are recorded
and the death of my father. Woodford Wells
where an old house was called The Naked Beauty (a white   
statue forlorn in its garden)
saw the meeting and parting of two sisters,
(forgotten? and further away
the hill before Thaxted? where peace befell us? not once   
but many times?).
All the Ivans dreaming of their villages
all the Marias dreaming of their walled cities,
picking up fragments of New World slowly,
not knowing how to put them together nor how to join   
image with image, now I know how it was with you, an old map
made long before I was born shows ancient
rights of way where I walked when I was ten burning with desire
for the world's great splendors, a child who traced voyages   
indelibly all over the atlas, who now in a far country   
remembers the first river, the first
field, bricks and lumber dumped in it ready for building,   
that new smell, and remembers
the walls of the garden, the first light.


_______________________________

Denise Levertov
The Collected Poems of Denise Levertov
edited and annotated by Paul A. Lacey and Anne Dewey








Monday, November 11, 2013

COLD MOUNTAIN ~


















Cold Mountain Poems
twenty-four poems by Han-Shan
translated by Gary Snyder
Counterpoint 2013







Saturday, November 9, 2013

VIA MEXICO ~



The Mexican tiles, 6 x 6, that went into the stone work of the sun room, now completed, had to come from somewhere. We found a company that ships from Mexico via Texas in the crummiest boxes imaginable, and not one chipped tile inside. Wrapped like Easter eggs.

I've kept the styrofoam to recycle in our wrapping book orders that will go everywhere, and the newspaper in the box from Mexico and bright wrapper I show here.




 © Once In Vermont Films, 2013

 

 

 

POSTCARD 14 ~








"Doorway, P.S. 190, New York City, 1955"
photograph by Sid Kaplan



Friday, November 8, 2013

DOORYARD ~









We had snow this morning. It stuck. I awoke and peeked from the bed through our broad windows and I could see what looked like white blossoms on the trees. I thought, just maybe, I had slept through winter and it was the first of spring and the shad trees were again blooming like they did in our dooryard . . .

. . . melted by noon



photo © susan arnold
6 am




MALCOLM RITCHIE - Two New Booklets from Longhouse







Text & photographs by the author




Each of the two booklets published by Longhouse shown here contain a chapter selected from Malcolm Ritchie's recently completed (unpublished) memoir, The Crows of Gravity.



"A Village at the End of Culture is a cameo from our three-and-a-half year sojourn in the remote farming/fishing village of Sora, on the Japan Sea coast.  It describes our realization that what we were experiencing and witnessing was the last living breath of a profound culture still lived at the cradle of its birth in the cultivation of rice, and under the tutelage of its ancient gods.  The fragile survival of a holistic way of life, somehow still extant, but fast disappearing with the demise of the aged inhabitants of Sora and its neighbouring communities.  A way of living which expresses the true definition of the term ‘culture’ with its roots in the Latin cultura and its meaning of ‘cultivation’ – connection with the natural environment and the seasonal cycles, and its association with cultus, to worship.  The loss of a meaningful life being hastened by the ravening appetites of Western materialism/consumerism and its global markets, which had already transformed mainstream Japanese culture and distorted its traditional cultural mind-set."




Use Paypal to Order Malcolm Ritchie's
 A Village at the End of Culture ~







You choose! Includes S/H









Text & photographs by the author




"Encounter with the Great Mother recounts my experience with the psychotropic plant ayahuasca, referred to as Mother Ayahuasca by the peoples of the Amazonian rainforest, and worked with as a sacramental medicine in their sacred ceremonies.  It describes my encounter with a profound intelligence which spoke to me both cosmically, and with a deep knowledge, or seeming familiarity with my own individual psyche – the compassionate heart/mind of the planet we are in the habit of calling, while forgetting the truth of, ‘Mother Earth’."




Use Paypal to Order Malcolm Ritchie's 
Encounter with the Great Mother ~





You choose! Includes S/H






Thursday, November 7, 2013

MILITARY MIGHT ~













SUCCINCT ~











Poems by the ancients, translations, world wide poets, many famous, beautifully stylized and form-fitted to the page
 from WH Auden in modern times to Louis Zukofsky
 plus ~
Gary Hotham, Ce Rosenow, John Phillips, Bill Knott, Ted Kooser, Ann Deagon, Jeffery Beam, John Brandi, Kathryn Stripling Byer, Ciaran Carson,  Jim Clark, Thomas A. Clark, Cid Corman, J.V. Cunningham, Bill Deemer, Claudia Emerson, Robert Francis, Jack Gilbert, Jonathan Greene, Sam Hamill, Stephen Holt, Joseph Hutchison, Thomas Johnson, William Kloefkorn, George Ella Lyon, Jeff Daniel Marion, John Martone, Michael McFee, Thomas McGrath, Paula Meehan, Samuel Menashe, Ruth Moose, John Montague, Robert Morgan, Adam Morton, Lisel Mueller, Les Murray, Mike O' Connor, Alexis Rotella, R.M. Ryan, Steve Sanfield, Norman Schaffer,  Jack Sharpless, Paul Curry Steele, James Still, Joseph Stroud, Richard Taylor, William Thompson, Charles Tomlinson, James L. Weil, Robert West,  Jonathan Williams, Miller Williams, Joe Zaratonello, Isabel Zuber, Fred Chappell, Bob Arnold, William Harmon, Albert Goldbarth, George Garrett, Louis Bourgeois, R.L. Barth, Max Albern.

Since the majority of anthologies are devoted to strictly name poets, or those-in-the-know at the moment, I thought I'd skip the many known poets as I one-finger-type-out each 'other name' poet with my right hand as the left hand holds the book open. There is no table of contents. There is a well thought out balance in the book between renown and elsewhere.

However, if a poem is good, resonates, nourishes, it is all by itself renown.


Succinct
The Broadstone Anthology of Short Poems
edited by Jonathan Greene & Robert West

Broadstone Books
418 Ann Street
Frankfort, Kentucky
40601-1929




ANN DEAGON
     ________


I never lust

after a man

as much as

before one.








GARY HOTHAM
     _________


fog.

sitting here

without the mountains









TED KOOSER
     _______

    STARLIGHT



All night, this soft rain from the distant past.

No wonder I sometimes waken as a child.



Tuesday, November 5, 2013

SNOW LEOPARDS ~






The male and female cubs, as yet unnamed, were born at NY Central Park Zoo
 this summer to mother Zoe and father Askai.
 Photograph: Julie Larsen Maher/AP