Buffy Sainte-Marie / Sometimes When I Get to Thinkin’


Roberto Benigni / VIENI VIA CON ME

~ by way of the poet Rita Cummings

“A Time of Ghosts” / Hok-Pang Tang & David Coomler

A Time of Ghosts

Emily Carr’s Own Epitaph / from A Longhouse Birdhouse


I imagine the gods saying, We will
make it up to you. We will give you
three wishes, they say. Let me see
the squirrels again, I tell them.
Let me eat some of the great hog
stuffed and roasted on its giant spit
and put out, steaming, into the winter
of my neighborhood when I was usually
too broke to afford even the hundred grams
I ate so happily walking up the cobbles,
past the Street of the Moon
and the Street of the Birdcage-Makers,
the Street of Silence and the Street
of the Little Pissing. We can give you
wisdom, they say in their rich voices.
Let me go at last to Hugette, I say,
the Algerian student with her huge eyes
who timidly invited me to her room
when I was too young and bewildered
that first year in Paris.
Let me at least fail at my life.
Think, they say patiently, we could
make you famous again. Let me fall
in love one last time, I beg them.
Teach me mortality, frighten me
into the present. Help me to find
the heft of these days. That the nights
will be full enough and my heart feral.

Jack Gilbert
from The Great Fires 1994

Kafka’s “. . . Axe for the Frozen Sea” / Recently Banned Literature

Franz Kafka

Kafka at Recently Banned Literature

Jack Gilbert: Poet without a career by Jim Finnegan / About.com

Gerald Stern and Jack Gilbert (right) on the streets of Paris in 1950

Jack Gilbert: Poet without a Career About.com