Great translation 🤍

thou wind holding all songs on you rest awhile undress lie light let me breath you speechless thou air in and out onethread lire onethread bow slow fast still unstoppable no fall asleep no daydream thou stream inmutable flow —

Ishtar Gate. Babylon, Iraq. 1932. Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division. Washington, D.C.

Moonless night. A bird dreaming trills awake; from the gnarled pine, the roosted flock of starlings stirred flutters away.

I hadn’t realised how starved of good moss poems i was till this Lydia Harris pamphlet from Scarlet Tiger Press arrived.

From Theodore Roethke's notebooks

Luminous and sincere, it brought to mind this Branch of Apples, by Charles Burchfield (1911).

Sorry for your loss 🪔💙

🧨

He’s got the Volume fire

🤍

Terrific composition!

Love this level of light intensity; it is generous, tactile.

a clay rice bowl more delicious every day

(3/3) The old woman flipping thick, gritty corn tortillas on the hearth's hot stone.

(2/3) Kernels -violet, magenta, yellow, pearly white- tumbled into organic mounds, as harvest termite hills, amidst towering stacks of corncobs: skeletal dancers clad in rustling bleached husks, huddled together as they awaited the fire that would consume them.

(1/3) With nimble thumbs we shelled dried ears of corn, seated at the doorstep of the smoky tiny ranch, between pigsty and chicken coops.

"And if I remove my one good eye, position it In a circle made by thumb and index finger, Steady against the page Like a magnifying glass, I insist that all the disorder and odor of The world is there, trapped Between two words" John Latta, Perfect Sentences 📷 John Loengard, Brassaï's Eye (1981)