Sunday, November 19, 2017
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Friday, November 17, 2017
Thursday, November 16, 2017
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Dear Bob Arnold,
My name is Nina Mamikunian and I am the new Curator of the Archive for New Poetry at UCSD Library's Special Collections & Archives, following Rob Melton's retirement in 2016. I am very excited to carry on the work of the Archive for New Poetry, documenting and making available experimental work, including public performances and collaborative efforts.
To that end, I am pleased to announce the launch of our latest digital collection, the Paul Blackburn Audio Collection. These digitized recordings feature poetry readings, lectures, conversations, and correspondence recorded on reel-to-reel tape by Paul Blackburn from 1960 to 1971 in New York City.
Blackburn was a cornerstone of the New York Poetry scene: he organized and attended poetry readings at venues across the city, hosted his own radio program, “Contemporary Poetry,” on WBAI, and often recorded casual conversations about poetry with friends. Blackburn’s recordings include some of the first readings performed at St. Mark’s Poetry Project, correspondence with Julio Cortázar and readings by such poets as Allen Ginsberg and Robert Creeley.
The first release of this collection includes over 100 recordings featuring over 100 poets, now available for streaming at lib.ucsd.edu/blackburn. Subsequent releases will bring the total number of recordings to over 200 available for online streaming and about 70 descriptions of recordings that can be made available onsite at UC San Diego Library’s Special Collections & Archives. We anticipate having the entire digital collection complete by February 2018.
We would like to thank you for being a part of this project and giving the library permission to stream the readings online. The editor of Blackburn's posthumously published Collected Poems (1985), Edith Jarolim, has called this collection "the most comprehensive oral history of the New York poetry scene between the late 1950s and 1970." We are excited to be able to make this important collection available to a wider audience.
The collection is available at lib.ucsd.edu/blackburn. Additional information about the collection and its release is available at http://libraries.ucsd.edu/blogs/blog/paul-blackburn-audio-collection-now-online/ .
Thank you again for your contribution to the Paul Blackburn Audio Collection. This project would not have been possible without it!
Monday, November 13, 2017
Finally a blue sky day
And you do the wash!
Then you go and hang everything
Out on the line, a place reached
Through two feet of snow, rotten
Ice and a pathway I shoveled
Colorful wash all day
Blowing in the wind
At dusk you go pick
Dry clothes off a rope —
For a moment your billowy
Red skirt, violet sweater
Bright long hair blowing
In the same breeze
I come to help as
You hold one garment up to
Your face breathing in the
Fresh wash and all you
Say with a smile is
doing farm chores, lugging
water she hikes through a field
of wet grasses in high boots
old pants & cap, a red tee
shirt she slept in & much
earlier in bed I raised this
& kissed her kissed her
Morning light of falling snow
We went outside and did our work
Shoveled out dog huts
Opened a trail to the chicken shed
Busted ice from water buckets
I was sweeping off long metal sheets
Over the woodpile when you said
— see how this feels — and in your
Gloved hand you held the flesh of
A warm egg to my icy cheek
I'm In Love With You
Who Is In Love With Me
Sunday, November 12, 2017
Saturday, November 11, 2017
Friday, November 10, 2017
Driving through the country of the otherworld as I passed
a small town I pulled to the side of the road. I don't know
why I stopped. The sky was dark but the busy highway
and the roadside were just like our world in the middle of
one of its ordinary end of everything afternoons. It could
have been Oklahoma just before a tornado or the bomb.
I was driving a big American car, a Ford LTD or maybe
it was a Continental. The edge of the road sloped sharply
down, then dropped off much faster than I expected. The
huge automobile lurched downward and stopped sideways
on the precarious slope.
I could see the situation from several points of view. The
busy highway. The little Okie town across the fields. My
car ridiculously stuck. Then I saw other cars had gone
off this embankment. Some were part way down, some
farther. Rusted, abandoned. At the bottom of the long
slope a sunny grove of trees. There were people living there.
People in some of the cars.
Just below my car there were some Indians whose car was
older and much worse stuck. There was some
argument. Whose fault it was they'd gone off the road.
Then we began to laugh about our common
predicament. I could envision a big yellow tow truck
coming to my rescue. The whole nine one one. The cable
reaching down from the highway to bring me up again.
But it never came. I never called.
I've been living down here ever since.
Thursday, November 9, 2017
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
There are many books about Woody Guthrie,
including the masterpiece Guthrie wrote himself
Bound For Glory
and this book by noted music historian Santelli
is as good as it gets regarding Woody Guthrie,
his associates, travels, time period, including
Guthrie's celebrated song
"This Land Is Your Land."
Somehow Santelli takes the reader
right up to the song's door.
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
'In Sweden, where I live, war has not been waged since the seventeenth century, that is since the time of
Montaigne, Cervantes, Shakespeare."
KARL OVE KNAUSGAARD
Americans can swish that sentence around in their heads for a moment.
Monday, November 6, 2017
Try to get three berries
Off one stem at rest stop
July In The Sun
We pick blueberries this way —
I wear jeans and t-shirt
you wear a pretty dress
the rest is easy
I wanted the
Longest kiss —
So we began
The World On A Perfect Day
All day it rains a steady rain
We can’t work in the gardens and fields
We hear the birds while we wait for the rain to end
The rain never ends
We watch the rain in the trees
We are surrounded by woods
We make love at lunch
Sunday, November 5, 2017
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Friday, November 3, 2017
Thursday, November 2, 2017
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Unfortunately Don Winslow, while still a crime writing force,
seems to be writing more for the big screen rather than
a great book read. Read his The Cartel, where the first
100 pages of an engrossing tale will hold your
feet to the fire, whereas in The Force you
may slog for the first 100 pages
enduring a main character
that seems cut right
out of one played
by Josh Brolin
Fine in the film.
But it picks up by about page 200
in a book that goes over 400 pages.
If you're a crime writer fan, you'll hang in there.
Expect a movie.
Monday, October 30, 2017
I could see the hawk fly off
Through the trees but you didn’t —
I can’t tell
If it’s fighting
Or love the way
The two songbirds
Flying way high
Into the snow
Falling as tail-
Into one fan
Kitchen spotless —
On her lips
While Deep Snow
Falls In The
The cat hides away all
Day asleep and thinks nothing
Of coming out and wanting a kiss
I'm In Love With You
Who Is In Love With Me