PACIFIC ~

Sand Dollar

We’ve waited all year

And traveled all morning

Just to arrive like this —

In the very same place

We were a year ago today.

And you are just as beautiful,

Your long skirt blowing in sand,

And we walk for miles along

The edge of the leaving tide

Picking up seashells and stone

That we’ll select more carefully

The longer we are here —

Which is no place with a name,

Except someplace in our heart.

Where that day, unlike any other,

You found excitedly a sand dollar

Washed in during the night,

Left in a tidal pool, and

Kneeling while taking it up,

Placed it home in my hand.

Doe

Standing mid river

Sunlight already

In the waves, long

Before any sound or

Movement beyond her

Own or my own —

Out of my clothes into

The water, looking up

I see her then, eyes

Meeting in the current

No sound I say, even as

She lifts her muzzle and

Rears her spotted hide

The stare lasts for years

Pacific

Lovelier —

When the

Bandana from

My pocket is

Worn around

Her neck

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Bob Arnold

WHERE RIVERS MEET

I WAS THERE (TICKETS $3) ~

CONCERT VAULT  TANGLEWOOD 1970





I was never a huge Who fan — I was there that night for the Airplane —
and the Bill Graham Fillmore aura which was present in its
ever living glory. However, The Who did
rock the house (shed).

DOES HENRY KISSINGER HAVE A CONSCIENCE? ~

"And one has an awareness that Kissinger, the longest-lasting and most iconic pariah figure in modern American history, is but one of a line of men held in fear and contempt for the immorality of their services rendered and yet protected by the political establishment in recognition of those same services."

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                                                 Jon Lee Anderson
                                                     The New Yorker

JON LEE ANDERSON IN THE NEW YORKER

FLOAT ~

John Levy's new book of poems and meditations
in response to the drawings of Donald Cole
Afterword (shown below) by Alan Chong Lau

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Dovadola Press, Tucson and ArtXchange Gallery, Seattle
2016

John Levy poet and Don Cole artist presenting their book Float among what sails & spirals from rick skillman on Vimeo.

HOA NGUYEN ~

Mekong I

River as sift

and sorter

Raw fruits and sell the wares

"Floating market"

Stone    pebble    sand

The silt and new islands

There were 9 months

9 dragons       but they change

as the letter is a triangle

She could be seen as

swan or generalized white

bird      Goddess that ate the earth

How to strand       become

mangroves    stranded

and braid your oiled hair

Vivid swoops that coil

a mouth and canal steered

Row from here to there

Birthday Poem

Illuminated behind a skin

a grey       the sky with fat

fast slants of snow

First Horse poet    This is a birthday

poem    squeaky underfoot

the snow and Jeannine's cookies

I drive husbands and fathers

to early deaths    Push the knife

into the cake to cut it

Me the supposed bringer of ruin

(money)    Covered in fondant and

violet flowers

It's my birthday    My eyes are older

Leave

Mouth       A pictured lip  

in a kiss      What it leaves

out

           Cloaking your mouth

with your hands to say

no more breathing you in

Gather the firm clever thing

from the moment looking away

and the weather quiet

with the turning book

Bark of the trees

you love     then leave

Redbud

Live Oak

Hackberry

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H O A     N G U Y E N

Violent Energy Ingots
Wave Books 2016

BALLADS, BLUES & BEY ~

IF I HAD WINGS ~

COYOTE AMERICA ~

C O Y O T E      A M E R I C A
D A N      F L O R E S
A Natural & Supernatural History
Basic Books, 2016




A Talk with Dan Flores







Usually I would show the book dust jacket but the drawing of a coyote image
on the dust jacket looks more like a malamute dog than a coyote.
The above photograph sharpens things considerably.
Historically and scientifically this book is quite sound.
Otherwise, troubadours and scoundrels take note —
the author seems quite evasive at sinking into the backcountry
legends of Jaime de Angulo, James Koller's Coyote's Journal,
even Gary Snyder and Edward Abbey.
For instance, DeAngulo is summed up in two short paragraphs,
whereas the cartoon character Wile E. (coyote) is given
a full six pages. We loved the Chuck Jones marvel as children
but grew up to know the lamp light and literature of de Angulo's
Indian Tales (1953) which the author first read live on KPFA radio in 1949 
prior to its book publication, plus the two volume Old Time Stories (1976). 
Indians in Overalls covers de Angulo's first linguistic trip in 1921 
to the Achumawi (Pit River Tribe of northeastern California).
Find these texts and find a coyote who wrote.

Jaime de Angulo with Achumawi 
medicine man Old Blind Hall

JEANNETTE RANKIN ~

In 1917, Jeannette Rankin became the first woman to serve in Congress. PHOTOGRAPH BY BETTMANN / GETTY

Jeannette Rankin

(The New Yorker)

THROUGH A SUMMER WINDOW ~

THIS PLACE IN EVERY LIFE ~

Purple Japanese Iris

Where you stand

They just about

Touch your lips

This Place In Every Life

                               

for John Levy

A span of 20 feet —

Someone, but no

One’s around, once

Laid down these log

Poles and nailed the

Planks for what I balance

On and cross, and then

Turn and once again

Walk over, because I

Like the feeling, a

Mountain creek beneath

And leaves floating,

The range of light —

Now back across slowly

The last time

Finally into my direction

Been Gonna

To Everett everything

He had meant to do was

Termed “been gonna” —

So when you view his

Unfinished farm built on top

Of old farms of the

Past, including the burned

Down house his was above,

And the barn once torched,

Never mind the wrecked cars

Over the river bank and

Sculptures of rusted farm

Machinery pulled into one

Corner of the pasture, and

The sugarhouse built on a

Slipping log sill, and the

Barbed wire fence line

Fallen in the brook, you’re

Looking at a lot of been gonna.

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Bob Arnold
Where Rivers Meet

IANNIS XENAKIS ~

JOHN CAGE ~

J O H N     C A G E

L E T T E R S

thank you Laura Kuhn

Wesleyan Press

— however, one quibble

for a book glowing all-around

why in the world choose

a somewhat weary and tolerating-this-moment

photograph of John Cage

for the dust jacket front cover

when he was, of all sixties icons,

black mountain alumni

the one with the most beatific

and graceful smile;

couldn't the book designers find a photograph

available and affordable

where the beaming one

was beaming?

Otherwise, the letters provide
a whole life to behold

YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT COUNTRY ~

WOODY GUTHRIE ~

All You Fascists I’m gonna tell you fascists You may be surprised The people in this world Are getting organized You’re bound to lose You fascists bound to lose Race hatred cannot stop us This one thing we know Your poll tax and Jim Crow And greed has got to go You’re bound to lose You fascists bound to lose. All of you fascists bound to lose: I said, all of you fascists bound to lose: Yes sir, all of you fascists bound to lose: You’re bound to lose! You fascists: Bound to lose! People of every color Marching side to side Marching ‘cross these fields Where a million fascists dies You’re bound to lose You fascists bound to lose! I’m going into this battle And take my union gun We’ll end this world of slavery Before this battle’s won You’re bound to lose You fascists bound to lose! © Copyright 2000 by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.

BENJAMIN FONDANE ~

B E N J A M I N     F O N D A N E

Poet and Shadow



XI


to P.L. Flouquet


I've walked behind someone — and it was not Him.
That was no real street,
a street right away leading to another street
and that one in its turn
to another wider street, and then another, even wider —
and suddenly the dancing lights gushed in all directions . . .

I walked on, I feared that it was not Him:
this was no real presence,
a life which right away trails off into another life
and that one in its turn to
an unknown life even more on fire, and then more than on fire —
and suddenly this lurid collapse, Love . . .

He went on advancing — and it was not Him.
I followed him. I was two steps from his shadow.
It was a slow pursuit,
so slow and so far outside of time
that the morning sky suddenly displayed its swamps
and that the roosters were strangled
and exploded into the center of the sun,

a huge real sun which kissed me on the lips.

translated by Leonard Schwartz


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Fondane was a Romanian Jew who emigrated to France in 1923 to pursue his love of
French poetry and culture. In Paris he worked at an insurance company and for
Paramount Pictures while establishing himself as a poet and a leading exponent of
existential philosophy. In 1944, he was deported from France and killed at Auschwitz.


B E N J A M I N     F O N D A N E (1898-1944)
Cinepoems and Others
edited by Leonard Schwartz
New York Review of Books 2016