Saturday, December 31, 2016

THELONIOUS ~














TOO LATE ~






JOHN COLTRANE ~








SUZANNE CIANI ~












AND NOW A WORD FROM JIM DODGE ~



H O W ' S     Y O U R     D A Y     G O I N G ?



For many years, well, decades, Jerry Reddan and I have traded publications from our presses —
it's what you do in the small press world if you want to amount to anything.
It's actually what you did before you even had a press.
You shared.

So staying with tradition, as Jerry shares with me a fine letterpress
piece, by his annual favorite Jim Dodge, I can't resist
but to share Jim's poem with you.
We count ourselves lucky.













Tangram
Berkeley | CA.




ORNETTE COLEMAN ~






DIRTY OLD TOWN ~











WHEN I'M GONE ~











DON ELLIS ~









another show I was at, Tanglewood 1968
I just finished reading Philip Roth's "Goodbye Columbus" and went to
this show with my sister
Judy Collins also on the bill
and if I'm not mistaken
MJQ closed the evening
Ellis was lit!




SLIPPIN' AND SLIDIN' UP THE GOLDEN STREET ~













TYRUS ~






TYRUS WONG  
'BAMBI' ARTIST THWARTED BY RACIAL BIAS,
DIES AT 106





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WOMEN CRIME WRITERS ~




The Library of America

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EIGHT masterpieces in the genre
and many brought to film noir
Don't Delay










The original book covers
_______________________


"FLY" ~











MILES DAVIS ~







DOROTHY B. HUGHES ~






That's Humphrey Bogart & Gloria Grahame
from the stylish film noir (1950) of the same title
directed by Nicholas Ray.

Dorothy Hughes, a Yale Younger Series poet (1931)
wrote a masterpiece (1947) right up there with Raymond Chandler
if you're looking for a unbeatable read in the crime genre.




ROSANNE CASH ~ TELL HEAVEN ~






ALBERT AYLER ~







Thursday, December 29, 2016

LAND OF GOLD ~










THOMAS BERNHARD ~





B L A S T     B O O K S    2016


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Over the course of three days, June 5, 6, and 7 in
1970, simply sitting on a white bench in Hamburg
park, Thomas Bernhard delivered a powerful
monologue for Three Days (Drei Tage), filmmaker
Ferry Radax's commanding film portrait of the great
Austrian writer. Radar interwove the monologue
with a variety of metaphorically resonant visual
techniques — blacking out the screen to total
darkness, suggesting the closing of the observing
eye; cuts to scenes of cameramen, lighting and
recording equipment; extreme camera distance and
extreme close-up. Bernhard had not yet written his
autobiographical work Gathering Evidence, published
originally in five separate volumes between 1975
and 1982, and his childhood remembrances were a
revelation. This publication of Bernhard's monologue
and stills from Radax's artful film allows this unique
portrait of Bernhard to be savored in book form.







Tuesday, December 27, 2016

THE KEEPER ~





"The Keeper is an unusual exhibition in

 that it multiplies the function of the

 museum by presenting, within one show, an

 array of imaginary museums and personal

 collections — what one might consider to be

 museums of the individual."










Monday, December 26, 2016

LONG TIME TOGETHER ~





Bob on Sugarloaf
winter 2016
photo by Susan Arnold


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Long Time Together



4 dollars I paid

For this dark scarf

Of large red roses,



And love’s fortune

Is that I had you

There with me, out



On the sidewalk to

Fold it, and wear

Around your neck









From His Hand




From his hand

Awakening us



In bed, two small

Carrots brought



Out of the garden

Barely washed he



Wants us to bite

Down into what he



Terms a surprise

And we gamely do —



Watching his smile

At this given sweet —



Knowing five years ago

He was our surprise







Small Difference




We bought

a jackknife

for our son,

his first



I thought the

blade was sharp,

you liked the

pretty handle







Like Poem




He stands to mimic —

Young boy in

T-shirt & jeans

Arms out like



Balancing a high

Wire tipsy

& immediate

Joy



When we ask

To see it

Again it’s

Not even close






Two Spoons



It’s Valentine’s Day —

We are 22 years married

And share strawberry shortcake

At midday, the waitress saw

To bring two spoons



Our son comes home from

Fifth grade, says Kevin

Gave Angela a $30 bracelet

And she didn’t want it — all he can

Remember is most of the class cried all day








Break Away



Break away from the world

Even a loving child, friends

That travel long distances

To be with us; cross the

Shallow river to a bank of

Ferns, undress while wild

Chatter of the kingfisher

Hunts the long summer water

And years between us since

We’ve done this — naked but

For your necklace — under

Trees, evening in the leaves,

My arms circled around you



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Bob Arnold
Once In Vermont
Gnomon