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Poet Leonard Cohen
We're very inspired by Folkways Records’ 1957 collection Six Montreal Poets, an album whose collectibility has grown over the years... along with Canadian Leonard Cohen’s fame.
As poet, novelist and most influentially as a late-starting singer-songwriter, Montreal’s most celebrated son left an indelible mark on the past five-plus decades.
Rest in Peace, dear soul... OBIT
Tuesday Terrific Thought
Read about Vine Deloria, who was a genius HERE
dedicated to Vine - and it's on Amazon and in book stores (i was co-editor)... BOOM
In an interview with Deloria at the Library of Congress at the 2002 National Book Festival, he opened his talk with a story about giving expert witness testimony. He said the U.S. attorney questioning Deloria said that he knew Indians were called Indians because Columbus was seeking India when he stumbled on North America.
“Yeah,” Deloria shot back, “We’ve always been happy he wasn’t looking for Turkey.”
dedicated to Vine - and it's on Amazon and in book stores (i was co-editor)... BOOM
In an interview with Deloria at the Library of Congress at the 2002 National Book Festival, he opened his talk with a story about giving expert witness testimony. He said the U.S. attorney questioning Deloria said that he knew Indians were called Indians because Columbus was seeking India when he stumbled on North America.
“Yeah,” Deloria shot back, “We’ve always been happy he wasn’t looking for Turkey.”
running circles
I might be able to get work done now.. it's snowing
I have this thing for circles - hmmm.... wonder why? BOOM!
december poetry | we're dying
And the funerals begin…
Small communities, cities, towns,
Cancer deaths,
Worldwide…
And tying them all to one
Slow deliberate
Extinction
My brother told me about the mold,
Danny and his wife were renters…
They said it was in their walls, both got the same cancer,
Brain cancer she had first… doctors used radiation and chemo so
Now her brain is mush, really fried,
She is like an old woman, my brother said.
And then he had surgery, some lung cancer,
They got it all and he told me his lung was growing back,
but the cancer spread to his brain next…
Worldwide
Worldwide
We're dying
this is Danny Bland who I lost
we must find a cure... xoxoxox Lara Trace
powerful devices
The SENSES OF TIME exhibition is co-curated by Karen E. Milbourne, curator at the NMAA, and Mary “Polly” Nooter Roberts, professor in the Department of World Arts and Cultures/Dance at UCLA. Roberts also works with African art at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA), which partnered with the NMAA to produce this exhibition. The exhibit originally opened at LACMA in December 2015, and it will be on display for the public in 3 places once it opens at the Wellin Museum of Art at Hamilton College in Clinton, N.Y., in September.
Here’s what Milbourne has to say about the exhibit:
“Time is never neutral.Our hearts beat to biological time and continents drift to geological time...while we set our clocks to the precision of atomic time.Time’s movements are personal, cultural and political.
For the artists in this exhibition, time and time-based media become powerful devices for challenging stereotypes and addressing race, identity, government policies and faith, as well as layering riveting imagery.”
now that is poetic! BOOM
Ballplayer
by Evie Shockley
i cop a squat on a squared-off log,
to watch you ball on the community center court.
butt numb, i shift my weight
and shake mosquitos from my ankles,
but never take my eyes off the game.
yours follow the orange orb, your pupils
twin, brown moons reflecting its light.
your play is wild efficiency,
you are a four-pronged magic wand,
waving, as if agentless, in all directions at once.
an opponent dribbles the ball - now he sees it,
now he don't, it's gone, flown,
and you've given it its wings.
you are one-eighth of the shrieking rubber,
one-eighth of the growls and calls. you are
the delicious assist, the unerring pass.
you spread your skills out before me, a peacock
among pigeons, as if to say "all eyes on me,"
and make it worth my while.
a chill trails the sun west like a long, clammy train,
crawls over me and my makeshift bench,
over the emptying playground,
but stops at the edge of the concrete,
where eight men burning keep it at bay,
the way torches smoking around a patio
ward off insects. twilight rises like dark steam
from the dewy grass, but you don't see it.
the ball still lights the court
until the winning jumper sinks and puts it out.
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i cop a squat on a squared-off log,
to watch you ball on the community center court.
butt numb, i shift my weight
and shake mosquitos from my ankles,
but never take my eyes off the game.
yours follow the orange orb, your pupils
twin, brown moons reflecting its light.
your play is wild efficiency,
you are a four-pronged magic wand,
waving, as if agentless, in all directions at once.
an opponent dribbles the ball - now he sees it,
now he don't, it's gone, flown,
and you've given it its wings.
you are one-eighth of the shrieking rubber,
one-eighth of the growls and calls. you are
the delicious assist, the unerring pass.
you spread your skills out before me, a peacock
among pigeons, as if to say "all eyes on me,"
and make it worth my while.
a chill trails the sun west like a long, clammy train,
crawls over me and my makeshift bench,
over the emptying playground,
but stops at the edge of the concrete,
where eight men burning keep it at bay,
the way torches smoking around a patio
ward off insects. twilight rises like dark steam
from the dewy grass, but you don't see it.
the ball still lights the court
until the winning jumper sinks and puts it out.
READ MORE
"St. Michan's Churchyard" by Rose Kavanagh (1859-91)
"St. Michan's Churchyard" by Rose Kavanagh(1859-91)
Just one of the many sites believed to be burial site of Robert Emmet#Ireland pic.twitter.com/hj8PgAAqOX— OldIreland (@OldeEire) December 2, 2016
Buddha Stands With Standing Rock
By Frank Pommersheim (via Turtle Talk blog)
Water
against oil
flow
against frack
prairie
against Corps
horse
against tank
song
against empire
spirit
against capital
vision
against history
peace
against war
life
against death
Mitaku Oyasin
(all my relatives)
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