Music

Drunken Library’s New Music – May

J O J O  A B O T

Jojo Abot is a Ghanian artist tagging herself as afro-hypno-sonic. She reigns from New York and couldn’t be more mesmerizing and impressive with her ingenuity of sound and style. Take a listen for yourself–>

See more about Jojo on her website.

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Poetry

“A Blessing” – James Wright

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.

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Poetry

“From Nowhere” – Marie Howe

I think the sea is a useless teacher, pitching and falling
no matter the weather, when our lives are rather lakes

unlocking in a constant and bewildering spring. Listen,
a day comes, when you say what all winter

I’ve been meaning to ask, and a crack booms and echoes
where ice had seemed solid, scattering ducks

and scaring us half to death. In Vermont, you dreamed
from the crown of a hill and across a ravine

you saw lights so familiar they might have been ours
shining back from the future.

And waking, you walked there, to the real place,
and when you saw only trees, come back bleak

with a foreknowledge we have both come to believe in.
But this morning, a kind day has descended, from nowhere,

and making coffee in the usual way, measuring grounds
with the wooden spoon, I remembered,

this is how things happen, cup by cup, familiar gesture
after gesture, what else can we know of safety

or of fruitfulness? We walk with mincing steps within
a thaw as slow as February, wading through currents

that surprise us with their sudden warmth. Remember,
last week you woke still whistling for a bird

that had miraculously escaped its cage, and look, today,
a swallow has come to settle behind this rented rain gutter,

gripping a twig twice his size in his beak, staggering
under its weight, so delicately, so precariously it seems

from here, holding all he knows of hope in his mouth.

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Poetry

“The Portrait” – Stanley Kunitz

My mother never forgave my father
for killing himself,
especially at such an awkward time
and in a public park,
that spring
when I was waiting to be born.
She locked his name
in her deepest cabinet
and would not let him out,
though I could hear him thumping.
When I came down from the attic
with the pastel portrait in my hand
of a long-lipped stranger
with a brave moustache
and deep brown level eyes,
she ripped it into shreds
without a single word
and slapped me hard.
In my sixty-fourth year
I can feel my cheek
still burning.

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Periodicals

New Brooklyn Bookstore this April

Excerpt from Publisher’s Weekly Article, Dec 7 2016: “Emma Straub to Open a Bookstore in Brooklyn”

“A neighborhood without an independent bookstore is a body without a heart,” wrote Straub and her husband, graphic designer Michael Fusco-Straub, on Tuesday on her website to announce the store. The news that Books Are Magic is in the works came just moments after their neighborhood bookstore, 35-year-old BookCourt in Brooklyn, sent out an announcement that it will close on December 31.

“We’ve been working on [the bookstore] for a few months, Straub told PW. As soon as she learned in October that Mary Gannett and Henry Zook had sold the two buildings that house BookCourt in advance of shutting the store, Straub and her husband wrote to them to ask if they could take over BookCourt.

Although they haven’t signed a lease yet, Straub and her husband are close and anticipate opening Books Are Magic in April or May 2017 to serve the Cobble Hill, Carroll Gardens, Boerum Hill, Brooklyn Heights, and Columbia Waterfront area.

Continue reading full article by Judith Rosen here–> 

http://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/industry-news/bookselling/article/72216-emma-straub-to-open-a-bookstore-in-brooklyn.html

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