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I hope this link works. Maya Deren.
And I’ll tell you right now
Things have been so great
They’re throwing money at my feet.
Contracts and women at my feet.
I don’t know what the rest of my body’s doing
But I’ve got the happiest feet you ever saw.
Jack E. Leonard, Hollywood Palace, October 16, 1965
The invincible power of poetry has reduced me to the condition of a tattered beggar.
Basho, 17th century
Every Country Gets the Refugees It Deserves
Rabih Alameddine, title chapter from The Wrong End of the Telescope, 2021
Here are some other things I liked over the past few months:
DUSIE: Tuesday poem #457 : Wayne Miller : WHAT I KNOW ABOUT TIRANA
Venus de Milo: On Being Rediscovered by Karen Head - Poems | poets.org
Trap Music by David Tomas Martinez - Poems | Academy of American Poets
Review: ‘Félix Vallotton: Painter of Disquiet’ at the Met Museum – ARTnews.com
The Road, by Cormac McCarthy, 2006
Harrow, by Joy Williams, 2021
Narrative of Sojourner Truth, dictated to Olive Gilbert, 1850
A Walk in the Night, stories by Alex La Guma 1968
Memories of the Future, by Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky, 1920’s
And this poem: Minna IX
Sedate and archaic, a twilight-frilled haze
Walks over the meadows like rolled-out centuries
Quivering in sprightly welcome.
Trees pushed down by silence;
Trees lolling in comely abandon;
Trees pungently flamboyant,
Their leaves spinning in the wind’s golden elusiveness.
Trees probing the shrilly sensitive sunset
Like little, laced nightmares leaning
Upon a scarlet breast;
Trees sprinkling their stifled mockery
Upon the blue tomb of the air;
Trees, are you silenced beings
Whitening into the winding paradise
Of old loves seeking a second death?
And has this archaic, twilight-frilled haze
Moulded me to your semblance?
by Maxwell Bodenheim, born in 1892 in Hermanville, Mississippi, was a poet and novelist active in the early twentieth-century literary scenes of Chicago and New York’s Greenwich Village.
These are the titles of my favorite poems by Frederick Seidel from his book Poems 1959-2009.
I’m Here This
The Complete Works of Anton Webern
The Death of Anton Webern
At a Factory in Italy
A Pretty Girl
The Birth of the Universe
Drinks at the Carlyle
We Have Ignition
Cosmopolitans at the Paradise