"A Supple Wreath of Myrtle" by Robert Hass |
Poor Nietzsche in Turin, eating sausage his mother Mails to him from Basel. A rented room, A small square window framing August clouds Above the mountain. Brooding on the form Of things: the dangling ... Posted by BARZIN on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 01:01:00 PST |
"In Paris with You" by James Fenton |
Thank you to Tate and Amy for sending me this poem and introducing me to the work of James Fenton.
In Paris with YouDon't talk to me of love. I've had an earfulAnd I get tearful when I've downed a dri... Posted by BARZIN on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 06:33:00 PST |
An Almost Made Up Poem by Charles Bukowski |
An Almost Made Up Poem I see you drinking at a fountain with tinyblue hands, no, your hands are not tinythey are small, and the fountain is in Francewhere you wrote me that last letter andI answer... Posted by BARZIN on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 04:56:00 PST |
Two poems by Paul Celan |
MEMORY OF FRANCETogether with me recall : the sky of Paris, that giant autumn crocus...We went shopping for hearts at the flower girl's booth:they were blue and they opened up in the water.It began to... Posted by BARZIN on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 01:14:00 PST |
"Queen Victoria And Me" By Leonard Cohen |
Queen victoria,My father and all his tobacco loved you,I love you too in all your forms,The slim and lovely virgin floating among german beer,The mean governess of the huge pink maps,The solitary mour... Posted by BARZIN on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 11:16:00 PST |
1st album re-released |
The very wonderful Monotreme Records (http://www.monotremerecords.com/) has been kind enough to re-release the 1st album in Europe. The release date is Nov.2007. The album will also be... Posted by BARZIN on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 12:10:00 PST |
excerpt from the play |
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TRIGORIN. Let us discuss this bright and beautiful life of mine, though. violent obsessions sometimes lay hold of a man: he may, for instance, think day and night of nothing but the moon. I have... Posted by BARZIN on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 08:43:00 PST |
"My Poets" by Philip Levine |
My Poets One was put in the lockupin Toledo, Ohiofor ever and ever. Onetook up country banjoand teamed with an over-sexedinarticulate midgeton harmonica. One writesfrom Memphis that the whole weightof... Posted by BARZIN on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 11:21:00 PST |
Absentminded by Lydia Davis |
Absentminded
The cat is crying at the window. It wants to come in. You think about how living with a cat and the demands of a cat make you think about simple things, like a cat's need to come indoors,... Posted by BARZIN on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 08:50:00 PST |
The Scratch By Raymond Carver |
I woke up with a spot of blood
over my eye. A Scratch
halfway across my forehead. But
I'm sleeping alone these days.
Why on earth would a man raise his hand
against himself, even in sleep?
It's... Posted by BARZIN on Wed, 09 May 2007 09:51:00 PST |