Sunday, April 26, 2015

Solitudes: 29



Solitudes: 29

Night-invisible... bullet-pocked road signs.
Raspberries and canned whipped cream
or bourbon in an Italian, pearlescent glass?
At seventy you become curious about men
too stove-up old to lug carry-on luggage.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

LANTERNS SEARCHING NIGHT: 40TH ANNIVERSARY EDITION, A Red Shuttleworth Chapbook




Lanterns Searching Night

40th Anniversary Edition

poems 1971-1975

Red Shuttleworth


Long out-of-print, Red Shuttleworth's second poetry chapbook, Lanterns Searching Night, originally published in 1975 by Barry McKinnon's Caledonia Writing Series, at College of New Caledonia (Prince George, B.C., Canada), featured poems first published in Blackberry, Casaba, Confrontation, Dacotah Territory, Funge Art Centre Broadsheets (Ireland), The Honest Ulsterman (Ireland), North Country Anvil, Poet Lore, Poetry Now, and Road Apple Review.

Lanterns Searching Night, a 40th Anniversary Edition (with some reworking of a few poems by Red Shuttleworth), is now available in a limited edition from Bunchgrass Press.



The original 1975cover of Red Shuttleworth's
Lanterns Search Night




Included in the 40th Anniversary Edition of Red Shuttleworth's Lanterns Searching Night are the following poems:

Advice for 'Of the Half Moon'
Dag Hammarskjold Flies Over His Crucifixion Vision
What is Heard
Love
The Virgin Mother
Driftbird
Goodbye
A Poem Written in Paddy Devlin's Living Room....
Lanterns Searching Night
A Way to Travel
Who Wants a Marble Angel....
I Hope It's Only Practice
A Flower Breaks for Sunlight....
Cormorant
A Logging Truck Wrecks My Car....
Dead Lynx off a Trapline
and
A Prayer for Night


Bran Shuttleworth, Irish Wolfhound,
near MacKenzie, B.C., Canada,
Winter 1974-1975


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Solitudes: 28



Solitudes: 28

Chunks of cold stew, stringy
buffalo meat off a Dakotas farm,
and the Wolfhound sits drooling
in front of the open refrigerator.
Night seldom promises more.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Solitudes: 27



Solitudes: 27

Ghost planes, curvature of freak-moon,
the hot spit that flies from your mouth:
the gluttony of dark night.  Disappearing
comes clown-easy for even the clumsy.
I say, Hello.  Inky-blue trees wave back.

Solitudes: 26



Solitudes: 26

The appreciation of silence...
perhaps wind gusts against a window
facing a west pasture... ears double-tagged
spring calves.  You take a slice of raisin bread.
Mute TV: white-caps... Mediterranean... drowned men.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Solitudes: 25



Solitudes: 25

Luminescence of long-dead stars,
grace of empty-heart prayer... its furniture
of notebook-piled desk, creaky wood chair.
And the punched walls: heroes and heroines
of self-taught jigs... bison blood splattered.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Solitudes: 24



Solitudes: 24

The muscularity of mortality punches
with vignettes... gradations of darkness.
One might be forgiven a few imperfections?
The over-thinking of notebook jotters:
soft yellow-green poplar leaves of spring.