Poets NEW in the mail!

I've been a friend of Kit Kelen for a long time and I respect his academic energy and his creativity in both visual art and poetry . He is now based in Australia and still publishing Flying Islands Pocket Poets. As usual he has clustered a creative crew around him - and you can be part of it too! Flying Islands Community features many poets from different lands, but nowadays a great many Australian poets. The photograph below shows what arrived in yesterday's mail - a delightful box of many flavours! You can also receive a gift like this by becoming a member of FLYING ISLANDS POETRY COMMUNITY ...

Go to http://flyingislandspocketpoets.com.au to find out full details.

Wednesday Night Sessions featuring Writer Diane Seuss

I'm looking forward to this.

Billie Holiday - I Love You Porgy (Chelsea At Nine) 1959

Beautiful.

NEWS & Minor grumble

A new photo and refreshed content at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Burke_(poet) When I was checking it out, I found a number of readings and refrences to myself on the Internet! Wow - I'm on YouTube without knowing it - and people have published links to my poems without my knowledge, I'm not in it for the money, so I suppose they do me a favour - but politeness would have been nice. C'est la vie ...

Eliot Reads at PennSound NEW

 

T.S. Eliot page now available at PennSound...  Dear friends & colleagues: It's a big moment for PennSound! We are excited to announce Chris Mustazza's edition of recordings of T.S. Eliot, available in PennSound for the first time. These are the master recordings from one of the earliest recording sessions of Eliot, made at Columbia University in the early to mid 1930s. Some of these recordings had subsequently been distributed through various releases later in the twentieth century, but this is the first time the master recordings are being made available, digitized from aluminum transcription discs. Here's the link: https://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Eliot.php Best wishes from the PennSound team here at the Kelly Writers House,

Les McCann Cold Duck Time

Ah so good to hear Les McCann in full flight with European jazz stars!

Nick Mount on Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot

Well. I've been interested in Godot and his author for many years. This is worth a listen. Then story of the presentation in jail is worth tuning in.

Blake's definition

 

Proust on Writing / via New Yorker

  As for writing, Proust observes that “the impression is for the writer what experiment is for the scientist, with the difference that in the scientist the work of the intelligence precedes the experiment and in the writer it comes after the impression.”

from the tail end of Remembrance of Things Past

Ahmad Jamal - Autumn Leaves - Palais des Congrès Paris 2017 - LIVE HD

Brilliant. 

Miles Davis- December 16, 1970 Cellar Door Club, Washington D.C. (1st set)

Thoughtful. Keith Jarrett is amazing ... Worth the price of a ticket .

 

Kenny Garrett live | Jazzline | 2021

Ive been working on a manuscript so now it's time to enjoy!

Poetry Quote by Sigmund Freud

"Poets are masters of us ordinary men, in knowledge of the mind, because they drink at streams which we have not yet made accessible to science."

Dave Brubeck Quartet - "Blue Rondo à la Turk," live

RED POPPIES - a 2004 renga - Poets named tomorrow

red poppies lean into steam off the wet path in the fernery fingers press sweating glass fierce heat fades evening twilight glows a pink line a fly stumbles at a water glob folding clothes she drinks dark coffee moon observes the grasses seeding green fruit swells above midnight light on watered garden goat dung smells four pink peonies a gift sheets need washing remembering love - a red petal her tattoo forked over the compost steams a worm the uneaten meat a grey hair the peopled world spins cars stall in traffic moon bright as frost field of white goat skulls intruder light postcards from annapurna clouds of breath hover before dawn we dread the heat promised to us a darkening sky rain splatters fresh hay green light on the cherry blossom a morning squabble a fat bud cracks open rising rivers roar ‘present for you, Gran!’ red eucalypt from council tree butchers colour wrinkles through clean wood beneath the peeling bark compose lists to gather sparrows seeds on lawn so much to organise too much to say starfish legs synchronised swimming summer ladies' lunch salt water in the harbour obeys the distant moon fishermen stand off shore to sniff wet weather the station wagon starts slowly its old dry cough ancestral tyres bald from travel home, a bed fluttering wings of a blind white moth faint crescent between the hospital and heavy clouds in Carlton leaves blow a red and gold dawn hope? dust. accumulating soil green augmentation girl running fingers through hair a tongue over teeth, lipstick shaking with fatigue she searches for her glasses she can't see them empties out her bag feeling a fathomless sea rising a breeze spills into the valley jacaranda carpet equinoctial petals fall onto the bloomin' pages

Davy discusses the material conditions of writing a poem

A Wake for Samuel Beckett: Classic Performances