#neeli cherkovski

[kamreadsandrecs]

Alive Beyond Life | Los Angeles Review of Books

Paul Vangelisti reviews Neeli Cherkovski’s “Selected Poems: 1959–2022.”

[kamreadsandrecs]

It’s Nice to Be With You Always: Remembering Neeli Cherkovski – ZYZZYVA

“I am the way I am / because nobody could convince me / to be otherwise” — From “Hello,” by Neeli Cherkovski The first time I ever read the

[kammartinez]

Alive Beyond Life | Los Angeles Review of Books

Paul Vangelisti reviews Neeli Cherkovski’s “Selected Poems: 1959–2022.”

[kammartinez]

It’s Nice to Be With You Always: Remembering Neeli Cherkovski – ZYZZYVA

“I am the way I am / because nobody could convince me / to be otherwise” — From “Hello,” by Neeli Cherkovski The first time I ever read the

[sammeldeineknochen]

Da war ein Mann, der ohne vorgefasste Meinungen lebte und schrieb, der Öl ins Feuer des literarischen Anarchismus goss.

Neeli Cherkovski: "Das Leben des Charles Bukowski", S.182

[spring-in-exile]

Whitman’s Wild Children (Portraits of Twelve Poets) by Neeli Cherkovski

[fruitapulp-blog]

Paper

by Neeli Cherkovski

the paper is thin and brittle

at the shop I buy handmade paper from Milan it has the strength I to transgress my shadow and carry-on with forms we consider important

paper comes from the blood drawn out of our veins

paper is what we use to build warships and models of cities in the new world

we sailed on paper and found ourselves with an odious code yet we brought love for birds and love for embroidered sky

my friend take this paper and make an airplane or fold it like a crane or give it to the sun gods who wreck every nasty habit of the smiling priests

the new moon will climb into the sky, fish will be netted

ink will swim into the paper and settle down like monolithic marble on a flat surface

these drawings from early childhood our on weak paper but they remain light and colorful, a pirate ship, a box of gold, silver linings and solitude grown wild over the decades

homemade paper awaits, newspaper makes us ill, paper in an old novel is sublime, tomorrow evening I’ll dip my pen sink the ship and return from exile

I love what love is when it is on paper, signed and sealed, petrified librarians hand me books bound in fire, the paper is cold, the words even colder

the angels we no longer invite into our words come anyway

we order a ream of copy paper, ordinary and slight, we love the beautiful handmade paper on which we draw a bell that rings loudly and three birds who soar with grace

[bigjoyproject]

A new video collection of James Broughton poetry performances by Anna Halprin, Armistead Maupin, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Jim Cory, Neeli Cherkovski, Sally Dixon and Edward Guthmann.  Assembled from footage recorded as part of interviews for the new documentary, "Big Joy: The Adventures of James Broughton" ~ http://www.bigjoy.org