Friday, November 22, 2019
Thursday, November 21, 2019
THICH TRI QUANG , MONK ~
Mr. Tri Quang, center, in 1967 outside the National Palace in Saigon, where he and other Buddhist monks were staging a sit-in to protest government policies. Credit...Bettmann/Getty Images
1923 ~ 2019
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
Monday, November 18, 2019
YOKEL ( 6 ) ~
Garden
I have worked on rich people’s gardens —
Old well-restored barns filled with all
Sorts of machinery and tools and even
Finer tools bought from the very best
Mail order catalogs and more times
Than not a hoe or trowel or shovel is
Left out in the rain, long watering hoses
Knotted up, vegetable seed packets strewn
And the overall place in an uproar of chaos
Because it is hard work to live a life of luxury
Between the city and the country unless you
Have lots of help, but Native has no help ex-
Cept for his wife, the little grandkid and one
Of his boys if he is visiting up there on the
Knoll, under the sugar maples, in what
Was once tarpapered and since Native is
A jack-of-all-trades he’s covered the walls
With plank siding and sits in the late
Afternoon on a crappy chair with a beer and
The radio on low, the fawning grandkid
Close by and something for you to sit on if
You like and wish to stay awhile amongst the
Plush flowers and little stonework path that
Bomb
Native’s wife drove a big bomb of a car —
Chevy, Buick, Plymouth or something?
It was long before four-wheel drive or
Front-wheel drive and everything counted
On the driver. But she never missed a
Day’s work and I can’t ever really
Remember her car ever being stuck.
And that’s when these roads were
Far worse, pre-newcomers —
Slick cold ice road mornings,
Bad old deep mud draw —
She got through.
She Talks
Standing in a
Chain saw repair
Shop waiting for a
New chain to be
Fitted onto her
Homelite, most of
Us standing close
To the woodstove,
Gloves icy, she
Said how today
Oodles of geese
Flew over her farm
Snazzy
That’s the best
way to see bright
red snazzy high
heeled shoes —
Native caught
in her dooryard
for a moment
and she had
just thrown
them on
_______________
Bob Arnold
Yokel
Longhouse
2011
Sunday, November 17, 2019
LISTEN ~
Jump start your day by listening to a compelling poem to spark an interesting thought, laugh, or 'aha' moment. Only a few minutes each day to let the beauty of poetry captivate you and perhaps offer a new perspective, appreciation, or life changing insight. So grab your coffee, relax, quiet your mind, and journey with me.
— Sharon Foley
B O B A R N O L D
with a compelling poem
Saturday, November 16, 2019
Friday, November 15, 2019
Thursday, November 14, 2019
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Monday, November 11, 2019
YOKEL ( 5 ) ~
B R I D E O F
Y O K E L
Once rigor is established
a certain beauty is possible
PAUL VALERY
Work Day
I like
her
sweater
it used
to be
Nothing
After ten days heat
Air still, a match
Flame unnerved
In the flue of the cook stove
We came out on the 11th day
To the breezes back cool,
Yellow leaves of a dying elm
Flying apart, grasses wet
To the high boots, and on that day
Quieter and the river clearer and
More part of itself, I crossed
Water at a narrow flow to find
Where this owl calls after days
Of silence, and while hiking up
The other side there was nothing
Limp
We knew Native must be still living
There even though her husband has been
Dead now over ten years and back then
They appeared inseparable. Sure enough
We came around the bend on bicycles and
Could see Native moving in the backyard near
The house pulling on something — black plastic
Skirted the place over winter and she was just
Getting to pull it off and put away. Stovepipes
Going up high on either gable end of the house,
Big barn now shut down across the road, all the
Other sheds and of course the sweep of pastures.
Here we are at heaven on earth as we glide
On bicycles closer and Native appears around
The corner limping bad and hair torn
Dragging the plastic and not about to stop to
Talk but when I ask how she has been she
Stammers with an awful hitch to her step that
Before the limp she was an awful lot better.
Diary
Working with her in the sun
We break for lunch in the sun
Share sandwiches in the sun
Finish and lay back in the sun
Soon we are kissing in the sun
_______________
Bob Arnold
Yokel
Longhouse
2011
Labels:
Bob Arnold,
Longhouse,
Vermont,
Yokel (Bob Arnold)
Sunday, November 10, 2019
STEPHEN DIXON ~
Mr. Dixon in 1998. Working on a portable typewriter, he published 18 novels and about 600 stories.Credit...Lloyd Fox/The Baltimore Sun
1936 ~ 2019
THIN, WILD MERCURY SOUND (DYLAN) ~
"It was not my goal to join the ranks of Dylan’s biographers, for whom I have the utmost respect. Instead my motivation for writing the book was to tell an important story that had never been fully told, a story about what is arguably Dylan’s greatest album (Blonde On Blonde), an album that transformed popular music and the city of Nashville, as well. It is surprising to me the story had not already been fully told, and I think that was in part because it’s a story mostly set in Nashville. Being based in Nashville and covering the rock and soul scene here for the past forty years, I was acquainted with most of the Nashville musicians who worked with Dylan on the record. I was also acquainted with Al Kooper from his time living in Nashville in the ’90s. I think one of the advantages of focusing on not only a single record, but this record in particular, was it allowed me to take the readers on a deep dive into Dylan’s process when he was at the peak of creative powers, and give them a ringside seat in the studio as Dylan and the musicians recorded his masterpiece."
D A R Y L S A N D E R S
Read the book!

Chicago Review Press
2019
Labels:
Bob Dylan,
Chicago Review Press,
Daryl Sanders,
music
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