ANOTHER DAY IN VERMONT ~

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2182958/Police-Vt-farmer-crushed-cop-cars-tractor-revenge-drug-arrest.html

 

 

THE DONNAS ~

Owning the stage

MIDWINTER ~

T O M A S    T R A N S T R O M E R

MIDWINTER




A blue light

is streaming out from my clothes.

Midwinter.

Jingling tambourines of ice.

I close my eyes.

There is a soundless world

there is a crack

where the dead

are smuggled over the border.




___________________________

T O M A S    T R A N S T R O M E R
translated by Patty Crane
Bright Scythe
Sarabande Books 2015

LONE STAR TRAIL ~

K E  N     M A Y N A R D

The First singing Hollywood cowboy

(1895-1973)

CUP ~ BOB ARNOLD ~

Cup

Bob Arnold

C E L E B R A T I N G    45   Y E A R S    O F    L O N G H O U S E    P U B L I S H I N G

P O E T R Y  !


   
Poems

Longhouse 2016

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SINEAD O 'CONNOR ~

In 1963 Bob Dylan wrote and sang a song

drawn from the traditional ballad

"Lord Franklin"

O'Connor comes & goes. . .beautifully. 

SMOKIN' ~

S  M  O  K  E  H  O  U  N  D

The musicians here say they wanted to

sound good on any car stereo

Carson Arnold, drums

Tim Horgan, guitar

SUSAN HOWE ~

"For me there was no silence before armies.

I was born in Boston Massachusetts on June 10th, 1937, to an Irish

mother and an American father. My mother had come to Boston on a

short visit two years earlier. My father had never been to Europe. She is

a wit and he was a scholar. They met at a dinner party when her earring

dropped into his soup."

S U S A N     H O W E

 

N E W     D I R E C T I O N S     2 0 1 5

"She is our conscience, our voice, our song."  —  John Ashbery 

APOLLINAIRE MEETS PADGETT ~

Inscription for the Tomb of the Painter
Henri Rousseau Customs Inspector



Dear Rousseau you hear us

Hello

From Delaunay his wife Mister Queval and me

Let our luggage go duty-free through heaven's gate

We'll bring you brushes colors and canvas

So your holy leisure in the real light

You can devote it to painting

The way you did my portrait

The face of the stars






There



There are some terrific little bridges

There is my heart that beats for you

There is a sad woman on the road

There is a nice little cottage in a garden

There are six soldiers having an insanely good time

There are my eyes that search for your image



There is a charming stand of trees on the hill

And an old National Guardsman pissing as we go by

There is a poet who dreams of lil Lou

There is an exquisite lil Lou in that big Paris

There is some artillery in a forest

There is a shepherd grazing his sheep

There is my life that belongs to you

There is my fountain pen that flows and flows

There is a curtain of delicate delicate poplars

There is my past which is really past

There are narrow streets in Menton where we loved each other

There is a little girl from Sospel who whips her friends

There is my horsewhip in my oat bag

There are Belgian rail cars on the move

There is my love

There is all of life

I adore you



___________________________

Guillaume Apollinaire
translated by Ron Padgett
New York Review of Books
Z O N E, Selected Poems
2015


Listen to the soldier read:
https://media.sas.upenn.edu/pennsound/authors/Apollinaire/Apollinaire-Guillaume_01_Le-Pont-Mirabeau_1913.mp3

WHERE IT'S SAFE ~

PANCHO & LEFTY ~

http://townesvanzandt.com/

POP '67 ~

SALLY TIMMS ~

P J HARVEY ~

 

 

CROWDED BY BEAUTY ~

P H I L I P     W H A L E N

You will want the Philip Whalen biography. 

It is a gnarly book in that it goes round and round in interesting ways, 

often through friendships, quite unusual in this day and age of publishing. 

First Ginsberg, then Kerouac, and then taking off like a rocket
with Snyder

and leveling off mysteriously & sweetly with Kyger, 
while sharing birthdays with McClure (and Rimbaud!)

and all the friends, each and every one

claim they never saw Philip with 

a love interest. 

The gods could have told them that.

 Look at the full Collected Poems if you want to see his love interest. 

Long before a Buddhist,
Whalen, like Kerouac, were human beings. 

They didn’t actually waste their time on the Buddhist stuff, 

they just never needed it in the first place.
So the book reads less as a biography and more like an autobiography— 

Philip’s — the one he didn’t write. 

He wrote love poems. 

He wrote On Bear’s Head. 

The book that must be in every poetry library if one wishes to claim it is a poetry library. 

[ BA ]

Counterpoint, 2015

ITSY BITSY SPIDER ~

REMEMBERING HASKELL WEXLER ~

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/12/28/movies/haskell-wexler-oscar-winning-cinematographer-dies-at-93.html?ribbon-ad-idx=3&rref=movies&module=Ribbon&version=context&region=Header&action=click&contentCollection=Movies&pgtype=article

 

 

PABLO NERUDA'S HOMES ~

Pablo Neruda's home Isla Negra

 overlooking the crashing waves of the ocean. 

  Credit Danielle Villasana for The New York Times

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/12/20/travel/pablo-neruda-chile.html?ref=books

FRN TAKE NOTE! ~

A train on the Xianggui railway in southern China. 
Wang Wei’s photographs show off China’s natural beauty as well as its trains. 
Photograph: Wang Wei​

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/dec/25/china-train-hunter-wang-wei-chronicle-expanding-railways

article: The Guardian: UK
 FRN: "fucking railroad nut"

PURE JOY ~

all together