RED PINE MEETS TAO YUANMING ~

 

Drinking Alone During Constant Rain

All lives come to an end

since ancient times it's been so

we hear the names of Song and Qiao

but where are they now

an old friend gave me some wine

he said it would make me immortal

I tried a cup and my cares disappeared

I poured again and forgot about Heaven

how could Heaven be other than here

nothing surpasses accepting what's real

celestial cranes with their magic wings

might reach the world's edge with a flap

since I embraced this truth

I have made it through forty years

my body may have changed long ago

my mind without doubt is still here

________________________

Tao Yuanming

translated by Red Pine

Copper Canyon Press, 2023

ON THE BANKS OF MONKS POND ~

 

R E A D   M E

     Broadstone Books

     2004

MISSISSIPPI WITNESS ~

 

R E A D   M E

      University of Mississippi

      2019

ASSEMBLY ~ SNYDER, STANSBURY, CROWDER, NADER ~

 

    Timothy Snyder

    Melanie Stansbury

    Trae Crowder

     Ralph Nader

JOHN MONTAGUE ~

 

A Liberties Press Book

2007

PIERRE JORIS ~

 

P I E R R E   J O R I S

July 14, 1946, in Strasbourg, France ~

February 27, 2025, Brooklyn, NY

      photo: Nicole Peyraffite

ILAN PAPPE ~

R E A D   M E 

and new:

      Oneworld 2024

DROP ON DOWN IN FLORIDA ~

 

H E R E

      Dust-to-Digital

HAL HIRSHORN ~

 

H A L   H I R S H O R N

1965 ~ 2025

JESSE ED DAVIS ~

 

R E A D   M E

THOREAU'S GOD ~

 

R E A D   M E

       University of Chicago Press

       2024

OPAL ~

 

         Rough Trade Records

KEVIN KILLIAN'S SELECTED AMAZON REVIEWS ~

Here is a book that truly works like eating delectable chocolates right out of a splendid box.

The reviews and appreciations Rand-McNally-stretch from 'Gerber’s Tender Harvest Sweet Potato Baby Food' to the southwest poet Drummond Hadley in a book design from Semiotext(e) that quickly resembles one of the hefty tomes from The Library of America — complete with typeface skill, author's photograph and excellent paper stock choice.

Win-win. Don't hesitate.

[ BA ]

     Semiotext(e) 2024

Frankétienne ~

 

Frankétienne

Frankétienne was born Jean-Pierre Basilic Dantor Franck Étienne d’Argent on April 12, 1936, in Ravine-Sèche

d. 2025

GENE HACKMAN ~

 

T H E   O T H E R

G E N E   H A  C K M A N,

A C T O R

  1930 ~ 2025

LAURA ULEWICZ ~

 

California

Sun was an enemy in the last garden. 

It blotched the mountains yellow, scorched thru the Redwoods,

The Madrone. Mesquite grew stiff, shiny-leaved

Against it. Liveoak leaves went tough and black.

Everything foreign, being tender, died.

So irrigation plotted itself in my tendons. . .

Dogdays we'd slouch a mile through stickburrs and lizards

Down the 101; then sitting on gunnysacks

We'd scud across the hot knocking rock-slide

Into the creekbed. Wallowing along it, half

For the cool, half to avoid Poison Oak,

Rattlers. The mocha dog nudging and biting

The minnow-augured water. Brambles fruited

In the one place shaded all day by the cliff-hanging.

I thought with my spine, while up on our waists in water

We hunched there like brown bears to eat the berries . . .

Five years rose up and went down. More and more

I lived by silences, by hibernations.

I woke at dawn. At dawn with a shotgun I woke

To watch in morning fog from my porch a tawny

Mountain lion come down in morning fog

To kill my chickens. I chose against those chickens.

_____________

Laura Ulewicz

Why It Is I Chose To Be Alien

selected poems

Delete, 2022

DREAMING THE BEATLES ~

 

R E A D   M E

   If you have never heard of The Beatles

   this is the book to start with —

   from the heart of the screaming girls.

   If you're a cynic, this

    is the book to soften you.

Or, you can turn to Peter Doggett's

dark and getting darker:

"You Never Give Me Your Money"

(The Beatles After the Breakup)

NOW LET'S SEE IF THEY'LL LET US

PLAY THE BEATLES ~

SNOW ~

 

Snow

Walking through a field with my little brother Seth

I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow.

For some reason, I told him that a troop of angels

had been shot and dissolved when they hit the ground.

He asked who had shot them and I said a farmer.

Then we were on the roof of the lake.

The ice looked like a photograph of water.

Why he asked. Why did he shoot them.

I didn't know where I was going with this.

They were on his property, I said.

When it's snowing, the outdoors seem like a room.

Today I traded hellos with my neighbor.

Our voices hung close in the new acoustics.

A room with the walls blasted to shreds and falling.

We returned to our shoveling, working side by side in silence.

But why were they on his property, he asked.

_________________

David Berman

Actual Air

Grove Press /

Open City Books

1999

RULES OF WOLFE ~

R E A D   M E

    The Mysterious Press

     2013

DEREK JARMAN'S COTTAGE ~

 

R E A D   &   L O O K

    Thames & Hudson, 2024