FEEL SICK ~

http://michaelmoore.com/ObamaComeToFlint

http://news.yahoo.com/obama-declares-emergency-michigan-over-bad-water-white-201803257.html 

 

 

BIG PINK ~

CHAINSAW ~

(Chainsaw, 1997)

BRENDA IIJIMA ~

this the. this

how this is this

.

life.   this.

.

war.  this.

.

ramped up.  yet.   not, and this.

subtle transitional feelings.

away.  subtle, satin.

walking.

.

You are

there.

.

here.

here is this.

trouble finding.

could function.  This.

.

.

.

coagulating.

.

. . .you could. 


________________

BRENDA IIJIMA
revv.  you'll—ution

Displaced Press, 2009

LIU XIA ~

A Soul Made of Paper

                                      for Xiaobo



Born in the dark hours,
I'm not concerned with what's waiting
for me after death.
I've already lived
a thousand years, long enough
to shock you.

There's always something surprising
in this world. The more magical a creature is,
the more it should display its strangeness.

I'm not a madwoman.
Everything is a sign.
A beam of light reflects off my hands,
then instantly disappears,
getting rid of what stands here,
the various mediocre details.

I observe symbols
and hear a voice in my ear —
indistinct.

The perpetual orphan,
the child who refused to be born,
he clings to my hands, tight.
Each time I try to push him away,
he twitches and curls
in my palm. 

Sometimes, though,
he stretches forcefully
and flies to the stars.

I indulge in singing absurd
and monotonous songs from childhood,
and my sadness numbs.
Mice return to their cave
and I discover a strange
phenomenon: people walk
toward the ground
tilted.

They are turning into animals,
Ha ha! The human soul
is made of paper.


________________________ 


L I U     X I A
translated from the Cinese by Ming Di and Jennifer Stern
E M P T Y     C H A I R S
(Selected Poems 2015)
Graywolf Press



Liu Xia is a Chinese poet and artist. She has been living
under strict house arrest since her husband, poet and
activist Liu Xiaobo, was imprisoned in 2009 for "inciting
subversion of state power." and received the Nobel Peace
Prize in 2010. Empty Chairs is the first publication in both
English translation and the Chinese original. The book is
selected from thirty years of the poet's work, including some
of her haunting photography.

DEREK BETWEEN THE BIG DOGS ~

DAVID BOWIE ~

D A V I D     B O W I E

 

(b. Brixton, London, England 8 January 1947

 10 January 2016, New York City)

THE GREAT CAREER ~

A L L E N    G I N S B E R G    ~   L A W R E N C E    F E R L I N G H E T T I

A wonderful book to be read on so many levels of friendship, literary business, over-lapping connections during a time of war, life on the streets, long before the practice of the Internet and when letters were on paper one waited to receive and great mountains of great books were published, libraries made, and singers were filled with song, not apps.

http://www.citylights.com/book/?GCOI=87286100245130

 

C I T Y   L I G H T S 

( 2015 ) 

GROUNDBREAKERS ~

G  R  O  U  N  D  B  R  E  A  K  E  R  S

Peter Orlovsky & Allen Ginsberg

photograph by Richard Avedon

August 1970

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

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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/