Saturday, May 24, 2025

MICHAEL ROEMER ~

 



M I C H A E L   R O E M E R

Berlin, 1928 ~ Townshend, Vermont 2025





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SUSAN BROWNMILLER ~

 


Ms. Brownmiller, center, with Gloria Steinem, left, and Bella Abzug in 1979 speaking about the organization Women Against Pornography. She believed pornography was a major contributor to sexual violence.Credit...Sara Krulwich/The New York Times


S U S A N    B R O W N M I L L E R

Brooklyn on Feb. 15, 1935 ~ NYC May 24, 2025




WANTED MAN ~

 




     Bob Dylan's
     May 24, 1941
     Duluth, MN





THE DOUBLE LIFE OF BOB DYLAN, VOLUME 2 ~




R E A D   M E 


Not "the last word", Bob Dylan will have that —

but after 836 pages of shadowing Dylan for over a

half-century, I read every page, and it was

worth it to almost go blind.



Friday, May 23, 2025

Thursday, May 22, 2025

ROBERT PETE WILLIAMS ~

 



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FOREVER ALICE NOTLEY ~

 



November 8, 1945 Bisbee ~ May 19, 2025 Paris

A L I C E   N O T L E Y    I N T E R V I E W


         Photograph by Nigel Beale / The Biblio File



Wednesday, May 21, 2025

BOB ARNOLD'S ~ WHILE ALIVE ~






Secret Love

Tucked inside the large
wheel well of the old fire
truck is the robin's nest







Painting


She is walking
in a soft blue dress

through splashed summer
grass and I can watch

her from faraway come closer
a bell-shaped bag with our breakfast

swings lightly in her hand and
I still can't believe that I

have known her forever
and may meet her again


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Tuesday, May 20, 2025

MARIE-NOELLE AGNIAU ~



Escapade (17)


The poem has come to speak to you

of things that are not yet there.



Escapade (51)


    . . .come get a kiss from me,

I have plenty, put cool water in my mouth,

lodge the obscure in me, the heights,

and in your abundance ground

the unstable air, come to me, be devoured,

and assuage my

hideous, hideous, hideousness. . .



Escapade (54)


    Nazareth, Pontacole, great disorders, punishment


    Pruning shears where the sun shines, butterfly dried like a

fruit on exhibit, warmth, veranda, your cheeks are all red, school-

yards, an empty square on every floor.

You knock at my door on a rocking horse.



Escapade (55)


    Take off your gardening gloves and come between my thighs.

They harbor more than one fold. A second.

The light. Our Eden is a meadow: still, like the calves.

                        Chante-Merle is jealous

of my long musculature.



Escapade (56)


        Wind shifted from shoulder to shoulder

like a heavy backpack,

earth in flight in one corner of the rear-view mirror,

here I am, back in place.


The broken white of millstones. Your cry routs the phantoms.

I wear your clothes. Naked without my bracelet. And always come

to see you in the same dress and my mane like almond milk.



Escapade (57)


You make animals flee. You panic them with your voice.

It waits for me, mischievous: it waits for me despite the world.

A cut on the foot prevents me from fleeing

faster than the bullet you've made your target. Big

as a hairpin. Although. . .


                                A stride's distance between two bodies.



Escapade (58)


We call for the grand telescopes to see Venus

in front of the sun. A large pair of glasses

and aluminum foil.


What are we supposed to see? The shepherd's star. A day lasting

months. There the sky. There the books. The faces, a black room.



Escapade (59)


            As a beast, I'm afraid of me.

Even in thought. A rubber band holds back my shirt and all sounds.



___________________

The Escapades

Marie-Noelle Agniau

World Poetry, 2024

translated by Jesse Hover Amar



Monday, May 19, 2025

A.B. SPELLMAN ~

 



Kansas City Blues, 1934

Coleman (Bean) Hawkins Hung Up 

      Seeing is believing, but hearing is a bitch.

      Lester "Prez" Young


                        in '34 america partied wet again

                        & you didn't have to hide your booze

                        not that pendergast's kay cee

                        ever tried life dry


                  the Cherry Blossom

was the hot new spot

its japanese motif flashed

red & white flowers

in the wallpaper & in the kimonos

of the fine brown geishas who served

& flirted for tips

bill basie from jersey swung the house band

& when fletcher henderson & his boys

hit town they all fell by


& coleman "bean" hawkins

founder & absoloute monarch

of the tenor sax

made the dauntless error

of sitting in


bean didn't know the kay cee tenors

so they lined up on his ass

                                            herschel evans

hawkins' texas tenor progeny

deep voiced & blowing blue note thunderstorms

stretched him all the way out

& would not be cut

next came the mighty ben "frog" webster

a peer coleman didn't know he had

whose breathy chain of azure dreams

fell gracefully out of each other

on their way from the root to the new


& then

             o shit what winging hell is this?

                                                                 lester young

sax cocked at 45 degrees

the cool voice that fired the hottest sounds

tone light enough to ride

across the room on clouds of smoke

five choruses to warm up but then

& then & then & then a new indigo lyric

flowed over the joint

without floor or ceiling

                                       mary lou williams' sleep

was broken by frog webster's tap on her window

"wake up pussycat

coleman hawkins is hungup at the Cherry Blossom

& all the piano players are sweated out"

& there she found great bean in his singlet

shirt neatly folded on the chair

searching his horn for a lick

that would win this all night chase


he never found it

                             the music

never closed in '34 kansas city




Jim Crow


so there never can be a question of where you walk

you must get the hell off the sidewalk

if a white person approaches


elevators put you much too close to us

go to the freight lift as that is what you are


at the bus & train stations you will be in the colored waiting room

even if it costs us twice as much to maintain one


use the colored window at the post office

& callon the colored public telephone so we won't have

nigger earwax rubbing on our ears & nigger breath

laid near our mouths


if you reach an intersection before a white person

wait for the white car to go through before proceeding

& never pass a white driver on the road you arrogant bastard

any accident with a white driver is your fault as you know


never speak first to a white person or contradict a white person

or be first to offer your hand to a white person

never speak to or look at a white woman unless you want to be      chopped up

& barbecued


park in the colored parking space across the street

if we have to drag your thieving ass to court

swear on the colored bible as the testaments

& gospels don't mean the same for you & us

god will explain this when you die & your black soul

goes to whatever garbage dump nigger souls go to


___________________________

A.B. Spellman

Between the Night and Its Music:

New and Selected Poems

Wesleyan, 2024




Sunday, May 18, 2025

MC5 ~

 



R EA D   M E


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Tuesday, May 13, 2025

DR. CARLA HAYDEN, LIBRARIAN OF CONGRESS ~

 


Dr. Carla Hayden

 Librarian of Congress

R E A D   M E


In 1995, Hayden received the Librarian of the Year Award from Library Journal, becoming the first African American to receive the award.[71][72]


      George Saunders     

The New York Times