FILMSTUDIE ~ (1926)

H A N S      R I C H T E R

HANS RICHTER ~

EDWARD SAID ~

Bloomsbury 2004

15 ROUNDS ~

BICYCLE THIEVES ~

HAND-SPLITS ~

accuracy ~

poets take note

DYLAN | TO THE CIRCUS ~

DYLAN ~ MORE BLOOD ON THE TRACKS ~

JIMMY PAGE | FULL ADDRESS ~

KENJI MIYAZAWA ~

If you have never laughed

or cried, and need to,

want to, go read

the stories, the poems

of Kenji Miyazawa

[ BA ]

The New York Review of Books

HENRY MILLER ~

Henry Miller

THE  PARIS  REVIEW  INTERVIEW

Arcade Publishing 2014

HEAVEN LAKE (13) ~

Don’t Ask Me Where

The day we took all the back roads for the first time

And ended on many of the roads with a road that

Dwindled down to next to nothing, first returning us

To a wilder state, then grass, then a dead end was the

Day we went places and couldn’t stop talking about it

They've Been Told

Whenever people come

traveling down our

winding woods

river back road

they've been told

to look for a

landmark —

“a red house”

not ours but

they stop at our

red house

momentarily

lost

and we get

to visit for

a moment with

people heading

somewhere else

Pleasure

the maze built for children

a week ago is gone, taken away

but the circular grass of their

padded footsteps is here

Truck Lights

Every night and never

dusk but pitch dark a

truck comes up our dirt

back road in slow low

gear and now with mud

season we can really hear

the truck grind and I know

it is the same truck by the

string of lights on top of

the cab and I’ve let it go

past minding my own

business until it started

going by once and then

it was twice and now it is

three times and even my

wife hears the truck plowing

by very slowly at 4AM when

she normally awakens and

starts to work, rebuilding a

wood fire, finding her socks

and now I see peering out the 

window as the truck passes

it may be a dump truck and

why is it going round and

round each time on the hour —

no one knows and we know no

one to ask — it’s all deep dark

woods where the truck comes

through — it’s become a world

all its own

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Bob Arnold

Heaven Lake

Longhouse 2018

CALIFORNIA TYPEWRITER ~

LOUISE'S COLLOIDAL LOVE ~

R E A D       M E

FARMER ~

R E A D     M E

Cats Blackie & Brownie 

catching squirts of milk 

during milking at 

Arch Badertscher's dairy farm

1954

(Photos by Nat Farbman, LIFE © Time Inc.) 

NORM MACDONALD ~

DANTE ALIGHIERI ~

N E W     L I F E

translated by J. G. Nichols

Hesperus Press

2003

EARTHRISE ~

E A R T H R I S E

Solstice

5:23 [est]

BRICE MARDEN ~

DENISE SWEET ~

Palominos Near Tuba City


In the desert of burning dreams, of armadillo and centipede,

I would call this night pitch dark back home

I would watch for any star to pass into dream song



or point of light called planet to whirl and twist like

a tiny pinwheel swallowing me to its vanishing point.

Here under pewter sky with words out of breath



I chase poems down like wild mares into fenced corrals

I watch close calls with wisdom rear and kick

against the fences of good judgment.



I used to think the skies brought them home,

thundering hooves and swollen bellies, ready to speak

and fire the dry bony floor, sulphuric aroma real as rain.



But now, the horses of white lightning gallop toward me;

afraid of nothing, they rush with an eye for hesitation

ready to brush up against my heart with their horse madness.



Here, it is the rider standing in the wavering heat, erect

and indisputable as a lightning rod braced in the open.

I stand my ground and wait, ready to hold on for dear life.



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Denis Sweet
Palominos Near Tuba City
New & Selected Poems
Holy Cow! Press, 2018