Saturday, April 12, 2014

Received today:

Drawn to Marvel:  Poems from the Comic Books, edited by Bryan D. Dietrich and Marta Ferguson (Minor Arcana Press)



I haven't been posting much as I'm trying to find a workaround the Literary Press list problem.  I think I figured out a way, so poems, reviews, and updated will continue after I work through this workaround.  Thanks for your patience.

Went to a memorial service today, and thought of this quote (which I sometimes include in wedding services):

“The soft bonds of love are indifferent to life and death. They hold through time so that yesterday’s love is part of today’s and the confidence in tomorrow’s love is also part of today’s. And when one dies, the memory lives in the other, and is warm and breathing. And when both die — I almost believe, rationalist though I am — that somewhere it remains, indestructible and eternal, enriching all of the universe by the mere fact that once it existed,” — Isaac Asimov, It’s Been a Good Life.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Just got this poster in:  http://pabook.libraries.psu.edu/activities/ppp/posters/2014/di%20piero.html

Text only below:

JOHNNY ONE NOTE

              (Bobby Hutcherson in Oakland)

The mallet strikes but something’s off,
and so he hits again, curling that lower lip,
purses his brow, as if this sign, this minor woe,
were speech the vibes might understand,
so when he lifts bluish lids as if wakened
to the desired tone that rings now, it seems,
it sounds, under wraps, a water-ly quaver,
through the club crowd’s silence,
as it floats above us like an aerosol
trying to find a new way to escape,
passes through the wall’s mortared pores
to reverb in the cool night air of an un-
peopled sidewalk, droning toward the tracks
where a passing peopled train sucks up
and winds his finally found, wowed tone
around its wheels, held there by steel heat
one hundred miles, until it reaches the sea,
where wheels and whistle overreach
surging surf the good vibration feels
such desire for, and leaves its tedium
of the round and round, lofting to a sea
that comes and goes but finally simply goes,
as one night, this night, the cool vibes’ air
(struck finally in the changed groove of sax
and ecstatic kit) is free, finally free,
to go where we won’t hear from it again.

From “Nitro Nights” by W. S. Di Piero.
Used by permission of The Permissions Company, Inc., on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.
Copyright © 2011 by W. S. Di Piero.
Books received today:

Charles Simic, Charon's Cosmology (Braziller, 1977)
Manuela Dunn Mascetti, Koans:  The Lesson of Zen (Hyperion, 1996)
William Frank, Fiasco Galante (self? via Habley House, 2014)

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Book received today:  Tamamkhulu Afrika, Nightrider:  Selected Poems (Kwela/Snailpress)

Monday, April 7, 2014

Washing his wife’s clothes




They say to lose yourself in everyday things,
to keep the grief at bay in the ordinary, in the same.
They don’t know shit.
The infusion of each other into each other wasn’t forced.  Shit happened.
And now the final rinse

Sunday, April 6, 2014

DEEPENING LOW OVER THE BALTIC STATES

Here the road zigzags out to Sysne Point.
The horizon feeds out a sea,
constantly new lines that turn
and turn over the same used-up truths.
The sky is lumpish grey and so low
we have to stoop. A stroke of memory
could have lingered over the cliffs
and brushwood for a moment
sparkled like blueweed.
There is no memory.
Behind the window of the bosun´s cottage
looms an age-bent Nietzsche
cursing the oozing wick of the lamp:
it´s hindering his final work,
”Tragedy is Dead.” The rickety ladder
the old women of the village used
when scrubbing the sky clean in spring
is now chopped-up firewood by the doorstep.
The courtyard tree is hunched
like the school-book´s Model T Ford
as it nears the speed of light.
No heart is great or witless.
Even the grass keeps its head down.
It´s only between the newly written waves
we can read, with a bit of effort,
how history keeps on insisting.

Kjell Espmark, translated by Robin Fulton

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Books received:

The Poems of Lesbia Harford (Sirius Books)
John Thomas Allen, Lumière (NightBallet Press)
Antonio Cisneros, Crónica del Niño Jesus de Chilca (Libros del Bicho)

Pennsylvania is one of the few states without a Poet Laureate.  Time to rectify that.