Friday, November 14, 2014

Thursday, November 13, 2014

NOT A TEDDY BEAR ~









"The iPhone may cause broken bones and concussions. Yes, I’m leaving out a few in-between steps there.

So let me start over: Craig Palsson, a graduate student in the Yale economics department, argues in a new paper that the expansion of the 3G cellphone network led to more widespread adoption of the iPhone, which led to parents who discovered new apps and continual email on their cellphone; which led to parents who paid attention to their new toys at playgrounds and not necessarily to their small children; which led to 10 percent more accidents for those children from 2005 to 2012, including broken bones and concussions."



DEAN KARLAN
NEW YORK TIMES
11 Nov 14









MUCH LOVED ~









Much Loved
photographs by Mark Nixon
Abrams, 2013




you probably owned one, once upon a time . . . 





Wednesday, November 12, 2014

JANIS BALTVILKS ~










The avenue decked with colorful-leaves

will prevent you from getting lost —

it will take you straight into winter.









PROOF


A handful of marigold seeds

and the feather of a finch

on my table:

the summer

really was here.









Rain on the windowsill.

Finally!

The grass and trees exult,

and the parched

tips of my nerves.









A lonely heron

high up in the autumn sky. . .



Lonely because it's so high?

High up because it's lonely?








A sprout

pierces last year's leaf.



I'm not sorry for the leaf.

I like the leaf.

And I like the sprout.



I was once a sprout.

Now I'm a leaf.








The wind

when it murmurs in the leaves

it murmurs like the wind.

The wind when it laughs

it laughs like the wind.

When it cries

it cries like a human child.



Everything in this world

cried like a human child.









I still cannot tell the difference between

a new wind and an old one.









A car abandoned in the woods

begs for forgiveness . . .



The moss is the first to draw near.









ABOUT BIRDS


No, not all of them will fly away.

Surely a jay,

a magpie, a pair of nuthatches,

a flock of chickadees in the garden

will stay here,

helping us

get through the winter.








A yellow birch leaf

floats away in the black water . . .



Do I ever want

to know and understand everything?





_________________

JANIS BALTVILKS
The Skylark Will Come
translated by Rita Laima Berzins
Poems 1990-2002
Blackberry Books 2004






Tuesday, November 11, 2014

CORKING THE WOODSHED DOORWAY ~







Plugging up the woodshed so the
door won't close
8 November 2014

photos 2014  © bob arnold




Monday, November 10, 2014

BECKETT THE POET ~



"look  in  thine  arse  and  write"

S a m u e l   B e c k e t t 









SAMUEL BECKETT THE COLLECTED POEMS OF SAMUEL BECKETT
edited by Sean Lawlor, John Pilling
Grove, 2012




Sunday, November 9, 2014

Saturday, November 8, 2014

MY SWEETEST FRIEND ~








Honor



let me tell you one thing about suicide



if a loved one has the guts or the heartbreak

to pull this off, you better have the same to

say this is how it all ended



even if you argue with her or him in your mind

every day as you bake bread

rake leaves

drive to work

return library books

tie your shoes

walk a cross walk

mail a letter

split wood

and try to sing in the shower again



__________________


My Sweetest Friend by Bob Arnold

Longhouse 2014

72 pages, perfect bound, 5.5 x 6.25 inches

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_________________________



"It's so beautiful and for the first time in my life I truly feel the umbilical chord double helix of life and death inseparable."

Donna  Fleischer


Sherry, May 9, 2016






Friday, November 7, 2014

" 27 " ~






Forever 27 Club

Brian Jones, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain, Amy Winehouse



'Now he's gone and joined that stupid club. I told him not to join that stupid club.'
Wendy O' Connor
Kurt Cobain's mother *

________________________





"Not a castaway or a waif, not a raftsman or a whale fisherman, Thoreau (1817-1862)
was a Harvard graduate, the son of a mildly successful pencil manufacturer
in Concord, Massachusetts, who, after floundering a bit, at the age of
twenty-seven"

27

 "built himself a ten-by-fifteen foot cabin of pine logs and
secondhand boards beside Walden Pond and lived there alone
for twenty-six months, raising much of his own food. 
This was not then a cliche, though twentieth-century back-to-the-landers 
have sometimes threatened to make it so.
Like George Orwell, the great English essayist, a hundred years later—
an Eton boy who chose an urban form of self-denial while
"down and out in Paris and London"— Thoreau was seeking
special insight from a stripped-down existence. Both men were radicals,
but Thoreau was after rapture, not social realism. Both were essayists
but Thoreau in his rash and roosterly optimism is quintessentially
American."

EDWARD HOAGLAND About H.D. Thoreau (1991)


* 27, 
A history of the 27 club
by Howard Sounes
Da Capo, 2014


Thursday, November 6, 2014

ALEX COX ~







Alex Cox
X Films
true confessions of a radical filmmaker
Soft Skull, 2008








Wednesday, November 5, 2014

THE BARK CANOE ~














The Bark Canoe and Skin Boats of North America
Smithsonian Institute, 1964


Once In Vermont Films
 2014  © bob arnold






Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Friday, October 31, 2014

APPLE OF OUR EYE ~









Emily Dickinson's gravesite
w/ family members
Amherst, MA.
20 October 2014

photo 2014  © bob arnold









Thursday, October 30, 2014