Thursday, July 31, 2025

HOW TO ~

 


   No One Is Defying Trump          Like Brazil’s President


R E A D   M E














Wednesday, July 30, 2025

ARVIND KRISHNA MEHROTRA ~ "Small Holdings" ~





Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
Small Holdings

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THE LIFE OF ROBERT FROST AND HIS POEMS (THE LATEST VERSION) ~

 



R E A D   M E



     Farrar, Straus, Giroux

    2025





Tuesday, July 29, 2025

FATS DOMINO LIVE TONIGHT ~

 




RUTH KRAUSS ~

 



H A P P Y   B I R T H D A Y,   S W E E T H E A R T

Ruth Krauss

Maurice Sendak

Monday, July 28, 2025

DICTEE ~

 

R E A D   M E


Tanam Press

First Third Woman Press

University of California Press

1982, 1995, 2001, 2009, 2022



Sunday, July 27, 2025

MICHAEL OCHS ~

 


Michael Ochs, right, with his brother Phil, the protest singer, in 1968 in Mill Valley, Calif. For a time, Michael served as Phil’s manager. Credit...Alice Ochs/Michael Ochs Archives, via Getty Images


M I C H A E L   O C H S

Top Collector of Rock ’n’ Roll Photos, Dies at 82



CLIFF CARLISLE TONIGHT ~

 




DAVID GIANNINI ~

              



Something Else


Losing a good-luck charm does not mean losing

good luck or that bad luck will occur more

frequently. That is why Husband looked into

the pickle jar, with its lone occupant.  Husband

thought that if he could remove the lid, after

years of having the jar tightly sealed away

in the dark, good luck might befall him in a

charming, if not charmed, way.


"My view is kind of difficult to explain," said

Husband to Wife.


"It's a belief, that's why," said Wife.  Good luck

with it.


Husband and Wife stood in the root cellar as

Husband held the pickle-in-its-jar to the dim

light of a 20-watt bulb.


"I believe the pickle is still in there, dear," said

Husband.


"Yes, I believe he's there, too," said Wife,

"though the jar is so cloudy."


"Let's call him Something Else," said Husband.


"That won't change the fact that he's still our

pickle in the clouds," said Wife.


"No, I suppose not," said Husband, and he

placed the boy-in-the-brine back on the shelf,

and turned out the light.


–––––––––––––––––––––––––

David Giannini

Porous Borders

Spuyten Duyvil, 2017



Saturday, July 26, 2025

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Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Monday, July 21, 2025

JOHN PHILLIPS CONCRETE ~






 from CONCRETE

               ___________________________




TELL


The story

begins

where


words end

theirs




THIS


What you do with

your silence

is up to you


What I do with mine

is this




CONCRETE


My voice is

but I don't know what my voice is


Other voices come in I try to

let them speak


but I don't

know where from


I make them up


Sometimes they're people on the street

sometimes people I know


Voices are concrete




SIDETRACKED


Thinking


what I'm

reading


as I'm

writing it



________________________

John Phillips

Concrete

The Bodily Press, 2025




Sunday, July 20, 2025

BIG JOE WILLIAMS TONIGHT ~

 



Milestones Records



POETS ON POETS ~

 


R E A D   M E


      University of Pennsylvania Press

      2022