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hosho mccreesh | christopher cunningham | sunlight at midnight, darkness at noon

Monsieur K. — Fri, 28 May 2010 22:26:13 +0000

style=”text-align: justify;”> Trailer for the book of letters SUNLIGHT AT MIDNIGHT, DARKNESS AT NOON by Christopher Cunningham and Hosho McCreesh, published by Orange Alert Press, 2009. video by Hosho McCreesh and Kim Foscato. Related posts:hosho mccreesh | edgewood hosho mccreesh | ponderosa, nm hosho mccreesh | las cruces, nm Related posts:

hosho mccreesh | champion jack dupree

Monsieur K. — Tue, 11 May 2010 08:56:58 +0000

Champion Jack Dupree It was his fingers, finally, that knew that deep hurt, that ache deep in his skin. So many years, hands killing mosquitos at the New Orleans Home for Colored Waifs, hands burning over hot griddles, or busted up in two-bit leather gloves, hands that knew triggers, and POW camps, and the dark stain of barrelhouse wood. Never much for drink or drug, I think of [...] Related posts:

hosho mccreesh | thelonious monk

Monsieur K. — Sun, 09 May 2010 08:38:14 +0000

Thelonious Monk starts soft, and slow but you know it’s coming, you can see it in the way he mashes his heel, keeping time on the dusty parquet, and, right after they start stringing it together, Charlie Rouse takes a solo, still a little stiff yet, but working it out, when Monk starts banging banging banging out the notes to Blue Monk, more boxer than musician, banging so [...] Related posts:

hosho mccreesh | blind willie johnson

Monsieur K. — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 00:09:10 +0000

Blind Willie Johnson Huddled in the ruins of his burned-out Beaumont home, not a single goddamed place to go, turned out from the infirmary for being black and blind and not worth saving, shivering in a rain-soaked bed, too sick to go sing on his corner, the milky water filling those strong, beautiful lungs. Blind Willie Johnson, shaking and trembling, thinking back on a ravaged life, back to strumming [...] Related posts:

hosho mccreesh | elmore james | buddy guy

Monsieur K. — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 13:12:39 +0000

Elmore James bleary-eyed on tub-stilled shine, passing a bottle back to the ghost of Robert Johnson, barreling down a dusty, yellow, washboard Mississippi backroad, heart shuddering in his chest, all the screws shaking loose, he slides that ‘39 Merc across the terrible frets of the American night, past the crossroads, hungry and desperate for more liquor, more money, more women, more anything-to-make-him-forget, more he-don’t-even-know-what, and in the backseat, the ghost of Robert Johnson downs [...] Related posts:

hosho mccreesh | edgewood

Monsieur K. — Fri, 22 May 2009 19:59:50 +0000

Edgewood

It was the damnedest thing–

we'd lost a few head of Brahman out there past the Culbertson place, & this one in particular, beautiful gray one, her bones knuckled up against the underside of her pelt as she rotted, like brambles under a half foot of snow, that ol' hide stretched taut enough for a stray cat to hide her winter litter right in the hollow, nestled there 'tween the brisket & flank, under that stinky ol' leathery tarp, just enough shelter to make it 'til Spring...

hosho mccreesh | truth or consequences

Monsieur K. — Fri, 22 May 2009 19:59:23 +0000

Truth or Consequences

...it's the salt cedar–thick, suffocating, merciless– plain as mineral striations on each lakeside cliff, Elephant Butte is dying...

& it's the goddamned salt cedar, it’s furious thirst respecting nothing, it's furious thirst murdering the Bosque, leaving only saturated silt banks, sand against sedimentary clay... Related posts:

hosho mccreesh | psalm twenty-eight

Monsieur K. — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 09:18:22 +0000

Billy the Kid terrified to die, terrified of being forgotten, carves his name in sandstone.

from 37 psalms from the Badlands.

Kendra Steiner Editions Related posts:

hosho mccreesh | psalm one

Monsieur K. — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 09:10:22 +0000

hosho mccreesh | psalm twenty-three

Monsieur K. — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 09:06:13 +0000