Pather Panchali, directed by Satyajit Ray …

•August 6, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Pather Panchali, directed by Satyajit Ray in 1955 – music by Ravi Shankar, is a beautiful and gripping story in film. A visual poem – a slow and deep look at a small world. A marvelous, must-see work.

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James Wright, “Living by the Red River” …

•August 1, 2016 • Leave a Comment

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James Wright
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Living by the Red River”
 
 
 
 
Blood flows in me, by what does it have to do
With the rain that is falling?
In me, scarlet-jacketed armies march into the rain
Across dark fields. My blood lies still,
Indifferent to cannons on the ships of imperialists
Drifting offshore.
Sometimes I have to sleep
In dangerous places, on cliffs underground,
Walls that still hold the whole prints
Of ancient ferns.
 
 
 
 
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Lehua M. Taitano, “One Kind of Hunger” …

•July 28, 2016 • Leave a Comment

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“One Kind of Hunger”

 
The Seneca carry stories in satchels.

They are made of  pounded corn and a grandmother’s throat.

The right boy will approach the dampness of a forest with a sling, a modest twining wreath for the bodies of  birds. A liquid eye.

When ruffed from leaves, the breath of  flight is dissolute.

What else, the moment of  weightlessness before a great plunge?

In a lost place, a stone will find the boy.

Give me your birds, she will say, and I will tell you a story.

A stone, too, admits hunger.

The boy is willing. Loses all his beaks.

What necklace will his grandmother make now.

The sun has given the stone a mouth. With it, she sings of what has been lost.

She sings and sings and sings.

The boy listens, forgets, remembers. Becomes distracted.

The necklace will be heavy, impossible to wear.
 
 
 
 
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Seamus Heaney, “Follower” …

•July 25, 2016 • Leave a Comment

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Seamus Heaney

 
 
 
“Follower”

 
 
 
My father worked with a horse-plough,
His shoulders globed like a full sail strung
Between the shafts and the furrow.
The horse strained at his clicking tongue.

An expert. He would set the wing
And fit the bright steel-pointed sock.
The sod rolled over without breaking.
At the headrig, with a single pluck

Of reins, the sweating team turned round
And back into the land. His eye
Narrowed and angled at the ground,
Mapping the furrow exactly.

I stumbled in his hob-nailed wake,
Fell sometimes on the polished sod;
Sometimes he rode me on his back
Dipping and rising to his plod.

I wanted to grow up and plough,
To close one eye, stiffen my arm.
All I ever did was follow
In his broad shadow round the farm.

I was a nuisance, tripping, falling,
Yapping always. But today
It is my father who keeps stumbling
Behind me, and will not go away.
 
 
 
 
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Octavia Butler, “Beware: Ignorance…” from Parable of the Talents

•July 11, 2016 • Leave a Comment

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– from Parable of the Talents

“Beware:
Ignorance
Protects itself.
Ignorance
Promotes suspicion.
Suspicion
Engenders fear.
Fear quails,
Irrational and blind,
Or fear looms,
Defiant and closed.
Blind, closed,
Suspicious, afraid,
Ignorance
Protects itself,
And protected,
Ignorance grows.”

 
 
 
 
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Adam Zagajewski, “Auto Mirror” …

•July 9, 2016 • Leave a Comment

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Adam Zagajewski

 
 
 
“Auto Mirror”
 

In the rear-view mirror suddenly
I saw the bulk of the Beauvais Cathedral;
great things dwell in small ones for a moment.

      [Trans. Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Hass]

 
 
 
 
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Lucille Clifton, “won’t you celebrate with me” … poem & video

•July 8, 2016 • 1 Comment

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Lucille Clifton

 
 
 
“won’t you celebrate with me”

 
 
won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.

 
 

 
 
 
 
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