REMEMBERING DAVID HUDDLE (1942 ~ 2025) ~

 

A   T A L K 

URSULA K. LeGUIN TONIGHT ~

 

NASSER RABAH ~

 

Rage

It wasn't you they saw on the television screen, it wasn't you

as they filmed you coming out crumbled from the rubble,

who then was applauding and clamoring for death?

This is what war makes you: it takes your skin off and gives

you a tent, and like a crumpled piece of paper, it throws

your home out with the trash—it plucks your pink heart

and plants gunpowder stones, no wheat fields gleam in

your eyes from now on, no hills of olive groves dream

to be picked, no bunch of kids play on your shoulders,

no grass of remembrance sits with you in the sunset

of the house, nothing here or there except limitless

rage, boiling over to the end of time and distance,

it was not you; it was not a stream of water, it was

a wolf snarling underneath the rubble, wanting

to rip the flesh of these tanks with its teeth.

March 13, 2024

________________________________

Nasser Rabah

Gaza: The Poem Said Its Piece

Translated from the Arabic by

Ammiel Alcalay, Emna Zghal, Khaled Al-Hilli

City Lights Books, 2025

THE CHANGING WORLD OF BOOKS ~

 

R E A D   M E

    New York Review of Books

   2015

RITA OMOKHA, RESIST ~

 

    St.Martin's Press

    2024

RAY BRADBURY TONIGHT ~

 

LOST PROFILES ~

 

R E A D   M E

   City Lights, 2016

CAMILLE HOWARD ~

 

HAWK & PREZ TONIGHT ~

 

NEW! CHARLES GOODRICH ~

 

Charles Goodrich

Building Knot House: A Scrapbook

Longhouse, 2025

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SHE'S A BADASS ~

 

R E A D   M E

Backbeat Books

2023

LILIANA PONCE ~

 

I will wait in the real sand, 

the tangible form of rock,

in the conversion of fate by breath.

With words I feed the creation of time

— someone else can speak, someone else can write.

Liquid movements cycled by the marrow

of a false body.

The glass absorbs the sky.

I will wait in the sane, in the dust of the rock

—in the shadow of dryness I erase them.

Soothe me with passive thoughts.

Soothe me because I don't exist.

________________________

Liliana Ponce

Theory of the Voice and Dream

translated from the Spanish by Michael Martin Shea

World Poetry 2025

SHERPA ~

 

K A N C H H A   S H E R P A

        Jason Gulley for The New York Times

OTIS SPANN TONIGHT ~

 

 

AGOTA KRISTOF, AGAIN ~

 

Agota Kristof

R E A D   M E

FRANK O'HARA ~

 

Homosexuality

So we are taking off our masks, are we, and keeping

our mouths shut? as if we'd been pierced by a glance!

The song of an old cow is not more full of judgment

than the vapors which escape one's soul when one is sick;

so I pull the shadows around me like a puff

and crinkle my eyes as if at the most exquisite moment

of a very long opera, and then we are off!

without reproach and without hope that our delicate feet

will touch the earth again, let alone "very soon"

It is the law of my own voice I shall investigate.

I start like ice, my finger to my ear, my ear

to my heart, that proud cur at the garbage can

in the rain. It's wonderful to admire oneself

with complete candor, tallying up the merits of each

of the latrines. 14th Street is drunken and credulous,

53rd tries to tremble but is too at rest. The good

love a park and the inept a railway station,

and there are the divine ones who drag themselves up

and down the lengthening shadow of an Abyssinian head

in the dust, trailing their long elegant heels of hot air

crying to confuse the brave "It's a summer day,

and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world."

1954, First published, Poetry, Chicago 1970

_____________________

Frank O' Hara

from Super Gay Poems

edited by Stephanie Burt

Belknap Press of Harvard University

2025

GURNEY NORMAN ~

 

G U R N E Y   N O R M A N

July 22, 1937 – October 12, 2025

“When he writes, the page just falls away.”

WENDELL BERRY

ERIN MOURE ~

 

Evocation

As beautiful as the idea of a shoulder,

the skin of a cup that mirrors the spine,

the spartan stone confesses

stubbornly in the dead limb.

It was not milled oats, it breathed.

It rubbed and pleaded with the sea's tears

it was serrated and sandy

glad levity inviting the barbarian stranger.

It was beautiful as the shoulder of cattle,

between the grass and flies,

between the light of August as dreamed in April

and, and, it was only the palm of her hand.

__________________________

Erin Moure

from Super Gay Poems

edited by Stephanie Burt

Harvard University (Belknap Press)

2025

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.