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Viva Rebecca Horn & Lawrence Ferlingetti -March 24 2019

March 24th, 2019
  • Happy birthday Rebecca Horn and Lawrence Ferlingetti
    (Underwear, Unicorn body suit – previous post)

  • Rebecca Horn, Body, Art installations

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    Dreaming Stones – Rebecca Horn.


  • Lawrence is 100 years old today!

    Little Boy (LA Times)

    Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s ‘Little Boy’ reveals his life before the San Francisco beat scene

    The Passing of Poet, Tireless Traveler, W. S Merwin at 91

    March 15th, 2019
  • Merwin Conservancy.org

    Pulitzer Pris winning poet W.S. Merwin passed away at 91


  • (With his wife Paula)
    Photo via

    FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF MY DEATH

    Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me
    And the silence will set out
    Tireless traveler
    Like the beam of a lightless star

    Then I will no longer
    Find myself in life as in a strange garment
    Surprised at the earth
    And the love of one woman
    And the shamelessness of men

    As today writing after three days of rain
    Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
    And bowing not knowing to what

    — W.S. Merwin

  • New Yorker -The Final Prophecy of W.S Merwin

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    Paris Review (Obit)

    “The kind of writing that matters most to me is something you don’t learn about,” Merwin tells Edward Hirsch in his interview. “It’s constantly coming out of what I don’t know rather than what I do know. I find it as I go. In a sense, much that is learned is bound to be bad habits. You’re always beginning again.”

  • Art of Poetry (Paris Review)

  • The Ascetic Insight of W.S. Merwin (New Yorker)

  • James Merrill (March 3, 1926 – February 6, 1995)

    March 2nd, 2019

  • James Merrill, Stonington, Connecticut, June 1973; photograph by Jill Krementz
    (photo via)

    James Merrill (March 3, 1926 – February 6, 1995)

    Log

    “[…] Now and then
    “It is given to see clearly. There
    “Is what remains of you, a body
    “Unshaven, flung on the sofa. Stains of egg
    “Harden about the mouth, smoke still
    “Rises between fingers or from nostrils.
    “The eyes deflect the stars through years of vacancy.
    “Your agitation at such moments
    “Is all too human. You and the stars
    “Seem both endangered, each
    “At the other’s mercy. Yet the gem
    “Revolves in space, the vision shuttles off.
    “A toneless waltz glints through the pea-sized funhouse.
    “The day is breaking someone else’s heart”

    ~ birthday celebrant James Merrill.

    Thanks to Chris Schneider for the poem above.

  • Poetry Foundation

  • Elizabeth Bishop & Robert Lowell – Turning Pain into Art

    October 6th, 2018
  • Robert Lowell and Elizabeth Bishop – Tragic Muses

  • Elizabeth Bishop
    February 8, 1911 – October 6, 1979

    Biography 0f Bishop 2017 (Elizabeth Bishop: A Miracle for Breakfast
    by Megan Marshall)

    One Art – see her painting + many great links (previous post)

  • Reaching for the Moon – Brazilian film on Elizabeth Bishop (trailer)

    RIP Tom Clark, Poet, Biographer & Beyond the Pale Blogger

    August 20th, 2018
  • Tom Clark, 2010. Poet – photo by John Sarsgard

  • Beyond the Pale an extraordinary blog by Tom Clark.

    Tom Clark Renowned Poet and Biographer dies in North Berkeley traffic collision.

    Jacket Interview
    (Tom Clark thought Ron Padgett was a far superior poet of my generation.. )
    Ron Padgett and Paterson – (scroll down)

  • Samuel Beckett – My Family with extraordinary photos from Jakarta Indonesia here (from Tom Clark’s blog)

  • Donald Hall – Work, Love, Build a House and Die – (1928-2018)

    June 25th, 2018
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    (Donald Hall and Jane Kenyon)

    LA Times obit

    The joy and tragedy of his life were his years with Kenyon, his second wife. They met in 1969, when she was his student at the University of Michigan. By the mid-’70s, they were married and living together at Eagle Creek, fellow poets enjoying a fantasy of mind and body — of sex, work and homemaking.

    “We sleep, we make love, we plant a tree, we walk up and down/eating lunch,” he wrote.

    Paris Review

    Donald Hall, Who Gave His Life to Work and Eros.
    He was also very funny and very particular (“I love chicken salad, egg salad as long as it has onion, turkey and salami. I don’t like tuna”). The horrors of antiquity—a “black fatigue,” congestive heart failure, “a hundred and fifty colonoscopies,” walking more slowly with his “rollator,” falling down, the loss of words—did not exclude joy and love.

  • New Yorker -Between Solitude and Loneliness (Hall’s short Story)

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  • “Work, love, build a house, and die,” he wrote. “But build a house.” – Donald Hall

  • Poetry foundation

    Often compared favorably with such writers as James Dickey, Robert Bly, and James Wright, Hall used simple, direct language to evoke surrealistic imagery. In addition to his poetry, Hall built a respected body of prose that includes essays, short fiction, plays, and children’s books. Hall, who lived on the New Hampshire farm he visited in summers as a boy, was also noted for the anthologies he has edited and is a popular teacher, speaker, and reader of his own poems.

  • Nusch Eluard, René Char & Cafe Society -2018

    June 21st, 2018
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    The combustive Nusch Eluard Born: June 21, 1906

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    René Char – Lucidity is the Wound Closest to the Sun

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    Protesting with Picasso on the heights of the Mont Ventoux against the nuclear installations.

    Resistance in Every way

    obéissez à vos cochons qui existent;
    j’obéis à mes dieux qui n’existent point.

    obey your pigs who exist;
    I obey my gods who do not.

  • Coffee & Cigarettes, Cafe Society

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    Simone de Beauvoir – Paris with Sartre, Chicago with Nelson Algren.

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    (Picasso, Beauvoir, Sartre, Camus and Picasso’s dog)

  • Happy St Patrick’s Day

    March 16th, 2018
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    Seamus Heaney ( Putting Feelings into Words)


  • Photo of Samuel Beckett by Steve Schapiro

    Beckett was asked by a reporter how a small country like Ireland could have produced so many great writers since the last half of the nineteenth century.

    “It’s the priests and the British, Beckett replied tersely. “They have buggered us into existence. After all, when you are in the last bloody ditch, there is nothing left but to sing.” (Page 282, A biography of Samuel Beckett by Deirdre Bair.)

    Samuel Beckett Archive

    Digital image by Fung Lin Hall 1aladysaguaro
    (Kitch invades the sacred land or Our Lady of the Desert)

    Happy St Patick’s Day (See Frank McCourt and other Irish luminaries)

  • High Hopes in Ireland (see Irish art here)

    The wind that shakes the Barley

  • A Season in Hell – Happy Valentine! – 2018

    February 14th, 2018
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    Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud, Brussels Oct 07, 1873

    Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud

    Happy Valentine!
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    Poem For You – David Shapiro, Poet, Critic and an Art Historian

    January 2nd, 2018
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    Jan Palach – a Poem by David Shapiro, his collaboration with architect John Hejduk

  • Happy birthday David Shaprio

    Read Poem For You here.

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  • In The Mood for Love + Beloved the One Who Sits Down – A Poem by Cesar Vallejo

    December 27th, 2017
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    Maggie Cheung, Wong Kar Wai and Tony Leung are “In the Mood for Sitting Down on the Stairs.
    Chinese cinema album

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    Pierre Clementi (28 September 1942 – 27 December 1999)
    Archive here.

    Beloved the one who sits down
    (Cesar Vallejo)

    Beloved be the unknown man and his wife.
    My fellow man with sleeves, neck and eyes!
    Beloved be the one who sleeps on his back.
    The one who wears a torn shoe in the rain.
    Beloved be the bald man without hat.
    The one who catches a finger in the door.
    Beloved be the one who sweats out of pain or out of shame.
    The one who pays with what he does not have…
    Beloved be the ones who sit down.
    Beloved be the one who works by the day, by the month, by the hour.
    Beloved be the one who sweats out of pain or out of shame.
    The person who goes, at the order of his hands, to the movies.
    The one who pays with what he does not have.
    The one who sleeps on his back.
    The one who no longer remembers his childhood.
    Beloved be the one who sits down.
    Beloved be the just man without thorns.
    The bald man without hat.
    The thief without roses.
    The one who wears a watch and has seen God.
    The one who has honor and does not die!

    (Seeing the photo of Hong Kong movie stars sitting on the stairs, the reader offered me this poem.)

  • Daybreak in Alabama – Langston Hughes

    December 13th, 2017
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    Photo by Gordon Parks

    Daybreak in Alabama

    Daybreak In Alabama – Poem by Langston Hughes

    When I get to be a composer
    I’m gonna write me some music about
    Daybreak in Alabama
    And I’m gonna put the purtiest songs in it
    Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
    And falling out of heaven like soft dew.
    I’m gonna put some tall tall trees in it
    And the scent of pine needles
    And the smell of red clay after rain
    And long red necks
    And poppy colored faces
    And big brown arms
    And the field daisy eyes
    Of black and white black white black people
    And I’m gonna put white hands
    And black hands and brown and yellow hands
    And red clay earth hands in it
    Touching everybody with kind fingers
    And touching each other natural as dew
    In that dawn of music when I
    Get to be a composer
    And write about daybreak
    In Alabama.
    Langston Hughes

  • Jukebox Love song (previous post)