The telefonics have announced a free June 13th show at noon on Oil City's Transit Building Garden on Seneca St.
The New Yorker profiles Michael Ondaatje
Gordon Ball discusses a life spent photographing Allen Ginsburg. You did remember that it was 50 years ago this week that "Howl"
was declared obscene in England, right?Nicolas Bouvier is the best travel writer that no American has read.
It's a bad week for poets. Sarah Hannah who taught poetry at Emerson College and was a a semi-finalist for the Yale Younger Poets Prize in 2002 committed suicide:
"For the Fog Horn When There Is No Fog"
Still sounding in full sun past the jetty,
While low tide waves lap trinkets at your feet,
And you skip across dried trident trails,
Fling weeds, and do not think of worry.
For the horn that blares although you call it stubborn,
In error, out of place. For the ridicule endured,
And the continuance.
You can count out your beloved—crustaceans—
Winking in spray, still breathing in the wake,
Beneath the hooking flights of gulls,
Through the horn's threnody.
Count them now among the moving. They are.
For weathervane and almanac, ephemeris and augur,
Blameless seer versed in bones, entrails, landed shells.
For everything that tries to counsel vigilance:
The surly sullen bell, before the going,
The warning that reiterates across
The water: there might someday be fog
(They will be lost), there might very well
Be fog someday, and you will have nothing
But remembrance, and you will have to learn
To be grateful.
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