Monthly Archives: June 2015

Bernadette Mayer reads Sonnet written with Philip Good

… At her home in East Nassau, New York, Bernadette Mayer reads a sonnet that she wrote with Philip Good. … … … … … Sonnets is published by Tender Buttons Press. You can check them out here: https://www.tenderbuttonspress.com/ … … Continue reading →

Bernadette Mayer reads from the Sonnets: We Eat Out Together

29 Jun ’15

… My heart is a fancy place Where giant reddish-purple cauliflowers & white ones in French & English are outside Waiting to welcome you to a boat Over the low black river for a big dinner There’s a lot of … Continue reading →

Bernadette Mayer reads from the Sonnets: Taking the Humbler Path for Ron Padgett

26 Jun ’15

….. “TAKING THE HUMBLER PATH” ………for Ron Padgett Was excellent advice from Ron In a dream I fell We were walking in the rush hour Got pushed into a snowbank By a man in a Bentley &climbingoveritIfellinlikeGreek&Latin Scared at first … Continue reading →

Philip Good reads Drunken Bee Poems

24 Jun ’15

… I first held Drunken Bee Poems in my hands in 1987 when Philip Good gave them to me, shortly after he moved to New York to live with Bernadette Mayer and her children a few blocks away on Avenue … Continue reading →

Desvelo por Juan Ramón Jiménez

23 Jun ’15

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Bernadette Mayer reads a poem for her 70th birthday: WALKING LIKE A ROBIN

22 Jun ’15

… ……WALKING LIKE A ROBIN ……take 3 or 4 steps then stop ……look smell taste touch & hear ……is there anything to eat? ……oh look, there’s some caviar ……it must be my birthday, thanks ……i must be very old, like … Continue reading →

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17 Jun ’15

… To know the truth we need to talk and read. Two at least must do it, talker talker writer reader revealing things that we already know so absolutely sure of our own selves because somebody else was there to … Continue reading →

Le Guignon (Bad Luck) par Charles Baudelaire

10 Jun ’15

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Correspondances par Charles Baudelaire

9 Jun ’15

… La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles; L’homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles Qui l’observent avec des regards familiers. Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent … Continue reading →