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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)

  • W.S Merwin at 90, in Maui, Hawaii – 2017

    September 30th, 2017
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    During the 1960s anti-war movement, Merwin’s unique craft was thematically characterized by indirect, unpunctuated narration. In the 1980s and 1990s, Merwin’s writing influence derived from his interest in Buddhist philosophy and deep ecology. Residing in a rural part of Maui, Hawaii, he writes prolifically and is dedicated to the restoration of the islands’ rainforests.

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

    “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

  • Maui Now birthday tribute to W.S. Merwin

    The State of Hawaiʻi will also be present, issuing a Gubernatorial Proclamation proclaiming Sept. 30, 2017, as “W.S. Merwin Day” in Hawaiʻi and presenting Merwin with a special Gubernatorial Commendation for his life-long achievements.

  • On reading slowly and reading what you want and the beauty of trees.

    A Great American Poet in Conversation with Paul Holdengraber

  • RIP John Ashbery (1927-2017) + Portraits of Ashbery by Larry Rivers & Others

    September 3rd, 2017
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    John Ashbery by Larry Rivers

    NYtimes Obit

    The Guardian obit

    John Ashbery, an enigmatic genius of modern poetry whose energy, daring and boundless command of language raised American verse to brilliant and baffling heights, died early Sunday at age 90.

    Poetry Foundation

    Interview – John Ashbery (Paris Review)

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    John Ashbery by Jill Krementz
    (painting on the wall by Jane Freilicher)

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    Portrait of John Ashbery by Jane Freilicher

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    Fairefield Porter -Portrait of Schuyler and John Ashbery.. 57-58

    Fairefield Porter Respect for Things as they are – (previous post on John Ashbery and Fairefield Porter)

  • Dan Chiasson (The New Yorker)

    His early work was serene and beautiful; he then became rather frantic and trippy. He had a period of majesty unrivalled in recent poetry, stretching from the seventies through the nineties. His last phase was a kind of inventory of his mind, among the most interesting anyone has ever known. His method was to “snip off a length” of his consciousness, he said. It was, in part, a strike against the solemnities of achieved reputation, which confronted him everywhere in the forms of syllabi and colloquia.

  • Where is Rimbaud? (see a photo of John Ashbery and Rimbaud)

  • See a mixed media collage by John Ashbery (via Art News obit)

  • Jean Cocteau – Postcard from Paris, Self-Portrait to Paul Valery -2017

    July 5th, 2017
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    see portrait by Modigliani and other links here.

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  • Jean Cocteau Part II

  • True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing. Jean Cocteau

    Jean Cocteau (more quotes here)

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    Postcards from Paris

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    (With Francois Truffaut )

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    Self-Portrait by Jean Cocteau in a letter to Paul Valéry…
    Rilke and Paul Valery (previous post)

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    (Raymond Radiguet and Jean Cocteau)
    Paris Review – A Brief Strange Life of Raymond Radiguet.

  • John Ashbery and Fairefield Porter – Respect For Things as They are

    June 10th, 2017
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    Fairefield Porter – was born on June 10, 1907 – a painter and an art critic.

  • On Fairefield Porter Respect For Things As They Are
    by JOHN ASHBERY

  • Mystery that is essential to reality – Fairefield Porter

  • John Ashbery (Harpers – )

    He has often said that the artist’s role is to make himself misunderstood, but such a position needn’t be taken as mere obfuscation. It might be entertained as a sort of blessing or benediction, something akin to the one he offers in
    And Ut Pictura Poesis Is Her Name”:

    Something
    Ought to be written about how this affects
    You when you write poetry:
    The extreme austerity of an almost empty mind
    Colliding with the lush, Rousseau-like foliage of its desire to communicate

    Something between breaths, if only for the sake
    Of others and their desire to understand you and desert you
    For other centers of communication, so that understanding
    May begin, and in doing so be undone.He has often said that the artist’s role is to make himself misunderstood, but such a position needn’t be taken as mere obfuscation. It might be entertained as a sort of blessing or benediction, something akin to the one he offers in

  • Ashbury’s poem from Paris Review

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    Larry Rivers: Pyrography: Poem and Portrait of John Ashbery II, 76 x 58 inches, 1977
    A Vanguard of Friends

  • See John Ashbery portrait by Jane Freilicher (Previous Post)

    The poet John Ashbery, with whom she shared a six-decade friendship, wrote, “Her pictures always have an air of just coming into being, of tentativeness that is the lifeblood of art.” The two met when Ashbery, fresh out of college, came to stay at the poet Kenneth Koch’s apartment at East 16th Street and Third Avenue, and Freilicher, who lived one floor above, provided the key to let him in.

  • Ashbery and Rimbaud

    Where is Rimbaud? (Previous post)

    Derek Walcott, Nobel Prize Poet & Playwright Dies at 87

    March 17th, 2017
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    January 23, 1930, Castries, Saint Lucia
    Died: March 17, 2017, Saint Lucia
    NYtimes obit

    Derek Walcott, whose intricately metaphorical poetry captured the physical beauty of the Caribbean, the harsh legacy of colonialism and the complexities of living and writing in two cultural worlds, bringing him a Nobel Prize in Literature, died early Friday morning at his home near Gros Islet in St. Lucia. He was 87.

    BBC obit

    His great skill, and gift to literature, was the way in which he used his unique poetic voice to explore and explain the world from a largely unseen perspective.
    He was never parochial or nationalistic, quite the opposite in fact. Derek Walcott was a master at using the specific to identify common ground and universal themes, illuminating both the individual and the collective.

    Walcott wrote dozens of books of poetry and plays, among them his epic poem Omeros and his Obie-winning drama, Dream on Monkey Mountain.

  • From Canada (Warlus) The Stranger who has loved you.

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    (Mark Strand, Joseph Brodsky, Adam Zagajewski, and Derek Walcott in Brodsky’s garden)

    via

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    Seen here with Seamus Heaney in Dún Laoghaire DART station, 1989 [photo: Matt Kavanagh]

    Brilliant poets find one another: their world is very small even though their influence is wide and deep. Being a self-described “country boy” didn’t mean that Derek was cut off from so-called literary society. Derek’s closest poet friends, the Russian-born Joseph Brodsky and Irish poet Seamus Heaney, wrote about the pain and fascinating distance and longing that comes with being in exile.

    A Mighty Poet has died (New Yorker)

    Love After Love
    The time will come
    when, with elation
    you will greet yourself arriving
    at your own door, in your own mirror
    and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

    and say, sit here. Eat.
    You will love again the stranger who was your self.
    Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
    to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

    all your life, whom you ignored
    for another, who knows you by heart.
    Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

    the photographs, the desperate notes,
    peel your own image from the mirror.
    Sit. Feast on your life.
    Derek Walcott

  • Moring Paramin Derek Walcott and Peter Doig (See art by Peter Doig)

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    Photograph: From left: Tatyana Tolstaya; Mark Strand; Susan Sontag; Richard Locke, chairman of the School of the Arts Writing Division, and Derek Walcott.