Dennis Maloney of White Pine asked me to pass along the following info ... a big sale of incredibly rare poetic gems from his personal collection, all to support one of America's finest small presses. Here's his notice:
White Pine Press founder Dennis Maloney is selling off his forty year collection of signed and first editions of poetry and more to raise funds to support White Pine Press. The sale includes significant collections of several poets including Gary Snyder, Robert Bly, Tomas Transtromer, Michael McClure, Philip Whalen, Pablo Neruda, Wendell Berry, a selection of early work by Native American poets and smaller selections of many other authors.
White Pine Press, is a non-profit organization, and sales of material donated to a library or other institution or purchased for above the fair market value of the items will be eligible for a tax deduction. For additional information, questions, or purchases please email Dennis Maloney at firstname.lastname@example.org.
A list of titles maybe found at
I'm sure you've noted that the last two weeks have been a little light @ The Hut. In keeping with this approach a while longer, I'd like to share this live performance, which is as good if not better than the original (and that is saying something), of an early rock classic by San Francisco's We Five:
There is something about this tune that has always reminded me of "Walk Right In" by the Rooftop Singers, so, hey why not:
If you can ever point to a handful of cuts that bridged the folk revival of the late 50s to the burgeoning rock and roll scene of the 60s, this certainly is one.
By the way, I just love these YouTube folks who show a 45 playing for the duration of the song. One thing that can be said, the sound of this one is certainly HQ.
Finally, since there won't be a Sunday Service this week, I can't resist slipping in another song, one I happen to be listening to right now:
As to why things have been a tad on the lightweight side, I hope to be addressing that in full in the coming week or two, so stay tuned.
This week's dip into the archive is from March 2009, Lilliput Review, #168, and finds us at that most magic of moments, when all the best poems are written, all the great thoughts conjured, all the greatest loves declared, and all the passing on of things noted: twilight. Enjoy.
We meet :: when the poem turns dusk
now I watch
with careful attention...
translated by David G. Lanoue
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Go to the LitRock web site for a list of all 113 songs