NAT KING COLE TONIGHT ~

 

CINEMA 2 ~

 

Mehdi Hasan sits down with Palestinian filmmaker Annemarie Jacir and Palestinian actress Hiam Abbas to discuss their latest film ‘Palestine 36,’ which explores the ‘Great Revolt’ against British rule in Palestine from 1936-39, before the Nakba in 1948. The film is Palestine’s official submission to the Oscars for 2026 and received one of the longest ovations from an audience at the Toronto International Film Festival. They also discuss censorship in Hollywood and what it was like filming in the middle of an ongoing genocide.

CINEMA ~

 

T O B Y   T A L B O T

JOAN DIDION'S NOTES ~

 

R E A D   M E

     Knopf 2025

JIMMIE RODGERS TONIGHT ~

 

THE QUILTS OF AMISH WOMEN ~

 

R E A D   M E

       Smithsonian American Art Museum, 2024

CLARENCE GATEMOUTH BROWN TONIGHT ~

 

     Austin, Texas

PHILIP LARKIN ~

 

Days

What are days for?

Days are where we live. 

They come, they wake us

Time and time over.

They are to be happy in:

Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question

Brings the priest and the doctor

In their long coats

Running over the fields.

_____________________

Philip Larkin

I LOVE HOW YOU LOVE ME ~

 

      L.A. Nuggets 1965-1968

CINEMA KEN JACOBS ~

 

K E N   J A C O B S

1933 ~ 2025

FORUGH FARROKHZAD ~

 

The Wind Will Blow Us Away

Inside my little night, alas,

the wind has a rendezvous with the leaves;

inside my little night, there is fear

and dread of desolation.

Listen.

Hear the darkness  blow like wind?

I watch this prosperity through alien eyes.

I am addicted to my despair.

Listen.

Hear the darkness blow?

This minute, inside this night,

something's coming to pass. The moon

is troubled and red; clouds

are a procession of mourners waiting

to release tears upon this rooftop,

this rooftop about to crumble, to give way.

A moment,

then, nothing.

Beyond this window, the night quivers,

and the earth once again halts its spin.

From beyond this window, the eyes

of the unknown are on you and me.

May you be green, head to toe —

put your hands like a fevered memory in mine . . .

                                                        these hands that love you.

And cede your lips

                        like a life-warmed feeling

to the caress of my lovesick lips.

The wind will one day blow us all away.

The wind will blow us away.

____________________________

Forugh Farrokhzad

Sin, selected poems

The University of Arkansas Press 2007

THE TRAMP PRINTERS ~

 

The tramp printer was a typesetting troubadour with a story in lieu of a song, a scholarly hobo, and a master of the type case. Carrying little more than a union journeyman’s card and a few basic tools, these “itinerant” typographers criss-crossed the continent for more than a century, train-hopping from newspaper to newspaper.

To the tramp printer, personal autonomy and adventure were far more valuable than material possessions. Many of them were brilliant, literate individuals who were nevertheless compelled by a predilection for bacchanalian debauchery. The tramps helped each other over the hard places and spread the craft of printing, and always standing in solidarity with their fellow workers.

 Eberhardt Press

636 SE 11th Avenue

Portland, Oregon

97214

VINCENT GALLO TONIGHT ~

 

         Warp Records, 2001

BERTHE WEILL ~

 

R E A D   M E

    Grey Art Museum

    2024

LEELADHAR JAGOORI ~

 

I'll Come To You

crossing the bridge of the fresh grain's sweet scent

I'll come to you

just as soon as you accept my words

I'll come to you

like the cloud

that approaches the mountain summit

and swallows it

only those whose heads are raised

will be able to see it

I want to come to the desert

inside your mind

I'll come

but not like the barbarians do

and not like a bullet

striking its target

I'll come

I'll come like new life

comes to a beaten-down

exhausted soul

The Waiting Place

in the sky

the stairs of today's music

are covered with tomorrow's leaves

that we must descend

I am here

on the mountain peak

of music

hundreds of years old

the world today

is filled with the scent of

freshly dug-up earth

shaking each coal fire

from the womb

My Story

my story

is a story about

a worn spade

a shuttered factory

a rough road

my story

is a story about

rock tuned to sand

trees turned to kindling

charcoal turned to fire

my story

is a story

of endless change

For Tomorrow

deep in some sleepy world

having heard the sound of a muffled bullet

the girl is filling the vase with water

deep in some sleep world

having taken off her socks

to see how her bare feet shine

the girl is sewing a button to her shirt

deep in some sleepy world

in the forest that meets the river

a bridge

made out of windows

descends

and the girl covers it with leaves

to save

for tomorrow

________________________

Leeladhar Jagoori

What of the Earth Was Saved

TRANSLATED BY HINDI BY MATT REECK

World Poetry, 2024

FRANK FROST TONIGHT ~

 

Liner Notes – Bill Dahl

DAVID GRAEBER ~

 

R E A D   M E

     Farrar, Straus Giroux

     2024

CISCO HOUSTON TONIGHT ~

 

Pie in the Sky by Cisco Houston was written by Fillmore Bennett, Joe Hill and Joseph Webster and was first recorded and released by Charlie Craver in 1930

CONTEXTURES ~

 

 R E A D   M E

    Primary Information

    2024

BEFORE ELVIS ~

 

R E A D   M E

      Grand Central, 2025