A little bit of Philip Whalen in the late Keith Kumasen Abbott's terrific caligraphy.

This woman, this (very special) guitar! Shades of John Fahey+++ #JohnFahey #guitar youtu.be/OOaKosc1cq0

Sea Turtle 🐢 Saturday mood

Join together, Finnish workers! The Worker’s Society of Perälä (my late father-in-law’s home village)

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For some reason I’m obsessed with May Day this year

“Village Scene with Dance around the May Pole” by Pieter Brueghel The Younger

Happy May Day!

Kenneth Koch from _Thank You and Other Poems_ (Grove Press, 1962)

Blue hepatica, one of the first spring flowers in Finland. Used to be called blue anemone (and I still do)

I know Doctorow isn’t “our crowd,” our aesthetic kith and kin. But this book “about” a version of the Rosenberg children captures the weird ambivalence of the red diaper baby better than anything else I’ve read.

The coming of socialism would sanctify those who had suffered. You went out and took your stand, did what had to be done—not because you expected anything, but because someday there would be retribution, and you wanted just a little of it to bear your name. (3/3) —E. L. Doctorow, The Book of Daniel

That was my mother’s communism: something whose promise was so strong you endured much for it. Like a woman suffering pregnancy and childbirth to get the child. The child would make it worthwhile. (2/3)

Grandma lit candles on Friday night, a shawl over her head, her hands covering her face while she prayed. When she lowered her hands, her eyes—her blue eyes—were filled with tears, and devastation was in her face. (1/3)

Not the quote I’m looking for but it does seem apropos (2/2)

If justice cannot be made to operate under the worst possible conditions of social hysteria, what does it matter how it operates at other times? —E.L. Doctorow, The Book of Daniel (1/2)

has yet to even be published. That tome currently lies in the rectum of HarperCollins, ready to be excreted in June –“ (2/2) —Marina Hyde

“For the next South Park season, I hope the creators give their brilliantly ghastly little vice-president avatar a papal mitre to wear. After all, here we have a man whose pick-me book on his journey to Catholicism 1/2) www.theguardian.com/commentisfre...

I’ve always wondered whether the Ashbery poem (circa 1962) was written as a parody/homage to Wieners (circa 1961).

“We are condemned to form.”—Alice Notley www.poetryproject.org/publications...

youtube.com/shorts/oI9w3... A kind of glamour You can lend yourself Like dark sunglasses And you'll remember How good it tasted Inside the ruling classes Wasted, behind your dark sunglasses Wasted, behind your dark sunglasses

Weirdly comforting somehow today. Ulysses S. Grant memorial on scaffolding—being erected, as they say. 1920.

Weekly Feature: Poetry at The Arts Fuse artsfuse.org/289216/weekl...

My old flat

Well, yes—

Milton H. Greene (1922-1985) Marilyn Monroe Removing a Stocking (from the Black Sitting) LILY TOMLIN & JANE WAGNER: WIT, WOMEN & THE ART OF COLLECTING

Crypt of my third great grandmother in Sewickley PA; she hadn’t wanted such a burial but was dug up from her simple grave in what became Washington PA and reburied here in a (private!) chapel by another richer descendant

Things are more like they are now than they ever were before. —Dwight D. Eisenhower

If you add an “O” before “GOP” and reverse it, you get POGO. Just saying

My image of El Lissitzky

Lorine Niedecker to Cid Corman

We live in a country of massacre, shaped by a history of white-supremacist massacre, of police-and-state massacre, that rages on into the present. Perhaps we are always, and have always been, writing after a massacre. —Daniel Borzutzky, from _Written After a Massacre in the Year 2018_

“Sometimes found words are the most pure because they have nothing to do with you.” —Ed Ruscha, quoted by Shanna Compton in an interview for her new book of collages maineartsjournal.com/carl-little-...

This was the first question they used: www.newscientist.com/lastword/mg2...

Do I have any clever friends who know how to remove one letter from a graphic image I’ve made?

Half-Jews aren’t used to good news and I’ve had some. Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat!

Mary Ruefle.

But I never dreamt I could actually make one

#Blueskypoets #poets #poetry #snow #blonde #ambition #impetuous #silly #absurd #moon #glitter #flakes #plastic #Google #desire #good #lights #home #poems #literary

After all, I did publish a poem and a book by that name @jordandavis.bsky.social #snow #poets

I spent the night making myself laugh

Weldon Kees

Lapland this December (photographer my sister-in-law Marja Ketonen)