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Federico Garcia Lorca – “As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.”

June 5th, 2019
  • El Pais

    Dalí and Lorca’s games of seduction

  • “As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.” Federico Garcia Lorca


  • One more clip..


    lorca21 (via)

    The story goes that Federico Garcia Lorca (the pilot here) erroneously believed that the film by Dali and Bunuel Un Chien Andalou (an Andalucian Dog) referred to him, coming from Granada, having recently fallen out with his surrealist friends. This to my mind seems doubly pained paranoia if you have seen the film. And who needed Dali as a friend anyway? (Walt Disney actually).

    Lorca garcialorca born on 5 June 1898

  • Visiting Havana

    Federico Garcia Lorca described his arrival in Havana in the spring of 1930 in exquisitely poetic terms…
    …the smell of palm and cinnamon, the perfumes of the Americas with their roots, the Americas of God. But what is this? Spain, again? Andalusia again? It is the yellow color of Cádiz with a more intense shade, the rose of Sevilla almost red and the green of Granada with a light fish-like phosphorescence.

  • Jonathan Mayhew lorcaJonathan Apocryphal Lorca: Translation, Parody, Kitsch

    One reader of my blog pointed out to me the word APOCRYPHAL is a perfect anagram of HAPPY LORCA. I took this as a sign that my examination of the apocryphal Lorcas of American poetry and poetics was ultimately a felicitous one.

    Lorca’s manuscript discovered

    “I offer myself to be devoured by Spanish peasants,” writes the poet Federico García Lorca in a newly-discovered manuscript of a poem from his portrait of the United States during the Great Depression, Poeta en Nueva York (Poet in New York).

    Walt Whitman- When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom‘d

    May 31st, 2019

  • via

  • Julian Schnabel’s Walt Whitman IV

  • Whitman and Boys (Boston Review)

  • Paul Hindemith – Work of the week – When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom‘d

  • Gary Snyder – Poet of Deep Ecology at 89

    May 7th, 2019

  • Gary Snyder (Photo by Allen Ginsberg )

    Happy birthday Gary Snyder (May 8 1930)

  • “I feel ancient, as though I had
    Lived many lives.
    And may never now know
    If I am a fool
    Or have done what my
    karma demands.”‘ Gary Snyder

  • “Range after range of mountains.
    Year after year after year.
    I am still in love.”
    ― Gary Snyder

    “Clouds sink down the hills
    Coffee is hot again. The dog
    Turns and turns about, stops and sleeps.”
    ― Gary Snyder, Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems

    Reality Insight (poem on youtube)

  • Paris Review Interview here.

  • Poetry foundation

    ”Poetry a riprap on the slick rock of metaphysics”
    “Once Only almost at the equator almost at the
    equinox
    exactly at midnight from a ship the full moon in the center of the sky.”

  • Iain Sinclair meets Gary Snyder (The Man In the Clearing)

  • Snyder on Kerouac

    The dialectic that I observed in Jack, which was kind of charming, really, and you see it at work in his novels, was that be could play the fool and he could play the student very well. “But see, I really don’t know anything about this. Teach me!” “Wow! You really know how to do that?” and lead you on. ‘I’hat was balanced by sometimes great authoritativeness and great arrogance, and he would suddenly say, “I am the authority.” But then he would get out of that again. It was partly maybe like a really skillful novelist’s con, to get people to speak. And be uses that as a literary device in his novels, where he presents himself often as the straight guy and he lets the other guys be smart.

    I much appreciated what he had to say about spontaneous prose, although I never wrote prose. I think it influenced my journal writing a lot, some of which would, say, be registered in the book Earth House Hold. I think that I owe a lot to Jack in my prose style, actually. And my sense of poetics has been touched by Jack for sure.

    Our interchanges on Buddhism were on the playful and delightful level of exchanging the lore, exchanging what we knew about it, what he thought of Mahayana. He made up names. He would follow on the Mahayana Sutra invention of lists, and he would invent more lists, like the names of all the past Buddhas, the names of all the future Buddhas, the names of all the other universes. He was great at that. But it was not like a pair of young French intellectuals sitting down comparing their structural comprehension of something. We exchanged lore. And I would tell him, “Now look. Here are these Chinese Buddhists,” and that’s how we ended up talking about the Han-shan texts together, and I introduced him to the texts that give the anecdotes of the dialogues and confrontations between T’ang Dynasty masters and disciples, and of course he was delighted by that. Anybody is. ‘I’hat’s what we did.

    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

  • W.S. Merwin 1ws-merwin
    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
  • Nusch Eluard
    The combustive Nusch Eluard Born: June 21, 1906

  • 1CharRene

    René Char – Lucidity is the Wound Closest to the Sun

    René Char with Picasso 1a_Char-Caws_Ess#DEF0A
    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.

  • 1aasartre-beauvoir-picasso-dog
    (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
  • Les Poets Maudits 1aPaulVerlaine
    Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud, Brussels Oct 07, 1873

    Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud

    Happy Valentine!
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