John Latta
@lattaj.bsky.social
Poet, birder. Used to bloviate at Isola di Rifiuti.
1/ Gertrude Stein (b. 3 February 1874), out of the _Tender Buttons_ (1914) piece, “A Substance in a Cushion”:
“What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.”
Out of Stein’s _How to Write_ (1931):
“I return to sentences as a refreshment.”
“What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.”
Out of Stein’s _How to Write_ (1931):
“I return to sentences as a refreshment.”
February 3, 2026 at 1:38 PM
1/ Gertrude Stein (b. 3 February 1874), out of the _Tender Buttons_ (1914) piece, “A Substance in a Cushion”:
“What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.”
Out of Stein’s _How to Write_ (1931):
“I return to sentences as a refreshment.”
“What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.”
Out of Stein’s _How to Write_ (1931):
“I return to sentences as a refreshment.”
Of James Joyce (b. 2 February 1882). Javier Marías reports in _Written Lives_ (2006), translated by Margaret Jull Costa, how Joyce once said he “longed to copulate with a soul.”
And of the eventual _Finnegans Wake_ (1939), Samuel Beckett writes in _Our Exagmination Round His Factification for
And of the eventual _Finnegans Wake_ (1939), Samuel Beckett writes in _Our Exagmination Round His Factification for
February 2, 2026 at 4:50 PM
Of James Joyce (b. 2 February 1882). Javier Marías reports in _Written Lives_ (2006), translated by Margaret Jull Costa, how Joyce once said he “longed to copulate with a soul.”
And of the eventual _Finnegans Wake_ (1939), Samuel Beckett writes in _Our Exagmination Round His Factification for
And of the eventual _Finnegans Wake_ (1939), Samuel Beckett writes in _Our Exagmination Round His Factification for
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“A garland to fend off the dizzies.” Dreaming of (not so distant) spring with this poem by Sylvia Legris.
February 2, 2026 at 2:56 AM
“A garland to fend off the dizzies.” Dreaming of (not so distant) spring with this poem by Sylvia Legris.
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Gustaf Sobin,
from “Volutes”
from “Volutes”
February 2, 2026 at 9:52 AM
Gustaf Sobin,
from “Volutes”
from “Volutes”
Gustaf Sobin talking about exile in an interview with Tedi López Mills in _Uncollected Poems_ (Shearsman Books, 2025). I suspect most writers sense (or readily seek) a kind of exile within—disaffected, fugacious, internalized—and welcome the way unbelonging can work to wry the eye, queer the ear.
February 2, 2026 at 1:06 AM
Gustaf Sobin talking about exile in an interview with Tedi López Mills in _Uncollected Poems_ (Shearsman Books, 2025). I suspect most writers sense (or readily seek) a kind of exile within—disaffected, fugacious, internalized—and welcome the way unbelonging can work to wry the eye, queer the ear.
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the only truth is face to face, the poem whose words become your mouth,
and dying in black and white, we fight for what we love, not are
- Frank O’Hara, “Ode: Salute to the French Negro Poets”
and dying in black and white, we fight for what we love, not are
- Frank O’Hara, “Ode: Salute to the French Negro Poets”
January 31, 2026 at 4:34 PM
the only truth is face to face, the poem whose words become your mouth,
and dying in black and white, we fight for what we love, not are
- Frank O’Hara, “Ode: Salute to the French Negro Poets”
and dying in black and white, we fight for what we love, not are
- Frank O’Hara, “Ode: Salute to the French Negro Poets”
Randomly traveling (at my desk at work). Two drawings out of _Dessins sans limite_, catalog for an exhibit currently at the Grand Palais in Paris, through 15 March 2026.
Henri Michaux, “Peinture à l’encre de Chine,” c. 1950
Antoni Tàpies, “Sans titre,” 1984
Henri Michaux, “Peinture à l’encre de Chine,” c. 1950
Antoni Tàpies, “Sans titre,” 1984
January 29, 2026 at 3:49 PM
Randomly traveling (at my desk at work). Two drawings out of _Dessins sans limite_, catalog for an exhibit currently at the Grand Palais in Paris, through 15 March 2026.
Henri Michaux, “Peinture à l’encre de Chine,” c. 1950
Antoni Tàpies, “Sans titre,” 1984
Henri Michaux, “Peinture à l’encre de Chine,” c. 1950
Antoni Tàpies, “Sans titre,” 1984
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A sweet ponderable out of László Krasznahorkai’s short piece “Universal Theseus”—in _The World Goes On_ (2017):
“Predictably—it, the intellect, cannot thrive, because its attention can never reach beyond itself, and, as attention-paying subject, 1/2
“Predictably—it, the intellect, cannot thrive, because its attention can never reach beyond itself, and, as attention-paying subject, 1/2
January 28, 2026 at 10:49 PM
A sweet ponderable out of László Krasznahorkai’s short piece “Universal Theseus”—in _The World Goes On_ (2017):
“Predictably—it, the intellect, cannot thrive, because its attention can never reach beyond itself, and, as attention-paying subject, 1/2
“Predictably—it, the intellect, cannot thrive, because its attention can never reach beyond itself, and, as attention-paying subject, 1/2
Reading of Charles Ives, who “had a habit of labeling people ‘Professor’ he didn’t like.” Who, after “having to do counterpoint exercises and write canon” for the exigent “thoroughbred academic” Horatio Parker at Yale, “came to regard Fugue as ‘an exercise on paper, rather than on the mountains.’”
January 27, 2026 at 4:23 PM
Reading of Charles Ives, who “had a habit of labeling people ‘Professor’ he didn’t like.” Who, after “having to do counterpoint exercises and write canon” for the exigent “thoroughbred academic” Horatio Parker at Yale, “came to regard Fugue as ‘an exercise on paper, rather than on the mountains.’”
Virginia Woolf (b. 25 January 1882), out of Orlando: A Biography (1928):
“Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.”
“Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.”
January 26, 2026 at 1:21 AM
Virginia Woolf (b. 25 January 1882), out of Orlando: A Biography (1928):
“Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.”
“Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.”
Read R. G. Vliet’s novel Solitudes (1977). And noted a recurring complaint against the falsifying wordedness of the world:
January 25, 2026 at 9:55 PM
Read R. G. Vliet’s novel Solitudes (1977). And noted a recurring complaint against the falsifying wordedness of the world:
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Morton Feldman, in this his centenary year.
January 24, 2026 at 8:37 AM
Morton Feldman, in this his centenary year.
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William Blake
January 24, 2026 at 10:05 AM
William Blake
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Ralph Eugene Meatyard / Guy Davenport, 1965
January 24, 2026 at 3:01 PM
Ralph Eugene Meatyard / Guy Davenport, 1965
Louis Zukofsky (b. 23 January 1904), out of _“A”_ (1978), that lovely mysterium:
You are not to throw out your music
Grafted to the adequate,
Seen as the heart’s beat for more hearing
Nothing stronger to displace it
The certainty which a third when revery
turns to talk must see.
You are not to throw out your music
Grafted to the adequate,
Seen as the heart’s beat for more hearing
Nothing stronger to displace it
The certainty which a third when revery
turns to talk must see.
January 23, 2026 at 4:49 PM
Louis Zukofsky (b. 23 January 1904), out of _“A”_ (1978), that lovely mysterium:
You are not to throw out your music
Grafted to the adequate,
Seen as the heart’s beat for more hearing
Nothing stronger to displace it
The certainty which a third when revery
turns to talk must see.
You are not to throw out your music
Grafted to the adequate,
Seen as the heart’s beat for more hearing
Nothing stronger to displace it
The certainty which a third when revery
turns to talk must see.
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“I do not know how to rid the world of evil, or whether one is simply supposed to endure it. But you are there and are having an effect, and the poems have an effect of their own and help to protect you—that is the answer and a counterbalance in this world.”
— Ingeborg Bachmann to Paul Celan, 1958
— Ingeborg Bachmann to Paul Celan, 1958
January 18, 2026 at 4:50 PM
“I do not know how to rid the world of evil, or whether one is simply supposed to endure it. But you are there and are having an effect, and the poems have an effect of their own and help to protect you—that is the answer and a counterbalance in this world.”
— Ingeborg Bachmann to Paul Celan, 1958
— Ingeborg Bachmann to Paul Celan, 1958
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Dorothea Lange / Boots, Hides, Watering Can, Southwestern Utah, 1953
January 18, 2026 at 2:51 PM
Dorothea Lange / Boots, Hides, Watering Can, Southwestern Utah, 1953
Morning’s tiny snippet. Susan Howe, out of “Thorow” (1990): the political / ecological urgency heard now in that “Only step // as surveyor of the Wood / only Step.”
January 18, 2026 at 2:28 PM
Morning’s tiny snippet. Susan Howe, out of “Thorow” (1990): the political / ecological urgency heard now in that “Only step // as surveyor of the Wood / only Step.”
1/ Sleepy in the late day shine of sun off snow. Considering old notes, mostly Julien Gracq. Out of _Reading Writing_: “What we want is literature that moves, seized at the very moment it still seems to be moving, just as we prefer a sketch by Corot or Delacroix to their finished paintings.
January 17, 2026 at 10:50 PM
1/ Sleepy in the late day shine of sun off snow. Considering old notes, mostly Julien Gracq. Out of _Reading Writing_: “What we want is literature that moves, seized at the very moment it still seems to be moving, just as we prefer a sketch by Corot or Delacroix to their finished paintings.
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Man: the air that he inhales one day inhales him; the earth takes the remainders.
-René Char
(tr. Gustaf Sobin)
-René Char
(tr. Gustaf Sobin)
January 15, 2026 at 6:28 AM
Man: the air that he inhales one day inhales him; the earth takes the remainders.
-René Char
(tr. Gustaf Sobin)
-René Char
(tr. Gustaf Sobin)
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Men have talked about the world without paying attention
to the world or to their own minds,
as if they were asleep or absent-minded.
-Herakleitos
(tr. Guy Davenport)
to the world or to their own minds,
as if they were asleep or absent-minded.
-Herakleitos
(tr. Guy Davenport)
January 15, 2026 at 12:58 PM
Men have talked about the world without paying attention
to the world or to their own minds,
as if they were asleep or absent-minded.
-Herakleitos
(tr. Guy Davenport)
to the world or to their own minds,
as if they were asleep or absent-minded.
-Herakleitos
(tr. Guy Davenport)
Gustaf Sobin, out of an interview with Tedi López Mills in _Uncollected Poems_ (Shearsman Books, 2025), defining a tradition—beginning with William Carlos Williams and continuing with the Objectivists—within which “my own work can be associated”:
January 12, 2026 at 4:14 PM
Gustaf Sobin, out of an interview with Tedi López Mills in _Uncollected Poems_ (Shearsman Books, 2025), defining a tradition—beginning with William Carlos Williams and continuing with the Objectivists—within which “my own work can be associated”:
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Eliot Weinberger
January 10, 2026 at 2:24 AM
Eliot Weinberger
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