Wednesday, August 16, 2017


Manuscript Found by Natasha Rostova
During the Fire of Moscow

I will try to live on earth without you.

I will try to live on earth without you.

I will become any object,

I don't care what —

I will be this speeding train.

This smoke

Or a beautiful gay man laughing in the front seat.

The human body is without defense.

It's a piece of firewood.

Ocean water hits it.

Lenin puts it on his official shoulder.

And therefore, in order not to suffer, a human spirit


Inside the water and inside the wood and inside

     the shoulder of a great dictator.

But I will not be water. I will not be a fire.

I will be an eyelash.

A sponge washing the hairs of your neck;

Or a verb, an adjective

I will become. Such a word

Slightly lights your forehead.

What happened? Nothing.

Something visited? Nothing.

What was there you cannot whisper.

No smoke without fire, they whisper.

I will be a handful of smoke

Over this, lost, Moscow.

I will console any man,

I will sleep with any man,

Beneath the army's traveling horse carriages.

     — translated by Ilya Kaminsky


This Lamentable City
poems by Polina Barskova
Tupelo Press 2010

Monday, August 14, 2017



 for, you know who


Along the very tops

Of trees only —

Our wind


The road goes through

Such a wilderness —

Forget town names


Just the way your loose

Hair sweeps your cheek

Loosens me


Long after millions perished

This old painted vase

Goes on


Before I cut this

Tree — feel its

Life to live


Mere seconds

To be



Doesn’t it feel like it is

There for you when you

Sit in the room with it


You tell an old house

By the squeak

In its hinge

Dream Come True
Longhouse, tel-let, Nordsjoforlaget 
2001, 2008, 2009

A little book published by three
different publishers and thank you
to Susan, John Martone, Hanne Bramness,
Lars Amund Vaage who translated the poems
into Norwegian

Wednesday, August 9, 2017


Haruo Nakajima, who played Godzilla, at his home in Sagamihara, Japan, in 2014. To perfect the monster’s notoriously destructive gait, he spent hours at the zoo, studying how elephants and bears walked. 

photo ~ 
                                                                                           Junji Kurokawa/Associated Press 


Arterial Road

It is as though you'd unexpectedly woken up,
as though long enough you'd been out hunting
for that which escaped you,
as though you had really noticed
what is really there,
as though you had suddenly discovered something,
as though you'd discovered the philosopher's stone,
as though you'd discovered
what the philosopher's stone is good for,
as though it shone,
as though all were initiates whom you ran into
at this street corner like any other,
as though you were one of them —

till the second hand moves on one second,
the traffic light leaps from red to yellow,
and you drive on down the sign-posted road.

Addressee Unknown — Retour a l'expéditeur

Many thanks for the clouds.
Many thanks for the Well-tempered Clavier
and, why not, for the warm winter boots.
Many thanks for my strange brain
and for all manner of other hidden organs,
for the air, and, of course, for the claret.
Heartfelt thanks for my lighter and my desire
not running out of fuel,
as well as my regret, my deep regret.
Many thanks for the four seasons,
for the number e, for my dose of caffeine,
and, of course, for the strawberry dish
painted by Chardin, as well as for sleep,
for sleep quite especially, and,
last not least, for the beginning and the end
and the few minutes in between
fervent thanks,
even, if you like, for the voles out there in the garden.

The Entombment

Our mortal frame,
they call it.
But what did it hold?
The psychologist will say:
Your psyche.
Your soul,
the priest.
Your personality,
the personal manager.

there's the anima,
the imago, the daemon,
the identity and the Ego,
not to mention the Id
and the Super-Ego.

The butterfly which is to rise
from this very mixed lot
belongs to a species
about which nothing is known.

Hans Magnus Enzensberger
translated by Michael Hamburger
Bloodaxe Books 1997

Tuesday, August 8, 2017



Add this slim and handy volume to the stacks and stacks of books
 already devoted to the subject, John May ranges the Earth seeking
 out the world of vernacular architecture, of which you may be 
residing in one! 
( I am ) 
Tastefully illustrated with plenty of on-site color photographs
 of buildings tucked in with May's lively and informative
 commentary, we cover the globe in search of those
 grasping handsaws, mixing wattle or 
standing on stone.

[ BA ]

Thames & Hudson, 2010

Monday, August 7, 2017



A Selection of Books by Bob Arnold ~

Museum by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2016

Darling Companion by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2016

The Woodcutter Talks by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2015

Cup by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2016

Rain Bear by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2015

Bird Poems by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2015

Start With The Tree by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2015

Go West by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2014

My Sweetest Friend by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2014

Sapline by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2014

Stone Hut, 
25th Anniversary Edition by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2014

Beautiful Days by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2014

I'm In Love With You Who Is In Love With Me by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2012

 a long Green Mountain poem,  by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2011

Dream Come True, Sanndroymd, by Bob Arnold
Nordsjoforlaget, 2009. Illustrated by Laurie Clark. 
Translated into the Norwegian by Lars Amund Vaage.

Sunswumthru A Building by Bob Arnold
with illustrations by Laurie Clark
Origin, 2006

Once In Vermont by Bob Arnold
Gnomon, 1999

American Train Letters by Bob Arnold
UNY/Buffalo, Coyote, 1996

Where Rivers Meet by Bob Arnold
Mad River Press, 1990

Lunatic Drawings by Bob Arnold
Longhouse, 2017