22     EVENTS: 1/22   7PM   Red Door Pottery Studio, 44 Government Street, Kittery, ME 03904                 Salon Night with Bruce Valley http:/www.reddoorpottery.com   Jan. 22, Keene,  at 2:00 p.m., Launch of Skye Stephenson's new poetry book, Ebbo: Offering. She will read some of her poems and discuss the inspirations and experiences that brought them to life Refreshments will be served. The Toadstool Bookshop   Colony Mill Marketplace    222 West Street  Keene, NH  03431603-352-8815 , books.ktoad.com     BIRTHDAYS: Jan 22   Sir Francis Bacon   1561 – 04/09/1626) English essayist, philosopher, historian, and statesman http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/bacon/ Sir Robert Cotton, 1570 Brit antiquarian http://penelope.uchicago.edu/~grout/encyclopaedia_romana/britannia/anglo-saxon/beowulf/vitellius.html Gotthold Ephraim Lessing (1729 – 02/15/1781)  German critic and dramatist http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/lessing.htm Rene Charles Guilbert de Pixerecourt (1773-1844), prolific French dramatist http://www.4-wall.com/index.html Lord Byron George Gordon Noel, 6th Baron Byron of Rochdale (1788 – 04/29/1824) English romantic poet http://englishhistory.net/byron.html http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/byron.htm http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poet/45.html http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/8861/pg8861.html   August Strindberg  (1849 – 05/14/1912)  Swedish writer dramatist and novelist http://www.extrapris.com/astrindberg.html http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/strindbe.htm   D. W. Griffith   (1875 – 07/21/1948)  US director http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000428/ Francis Picabia  (1879 – 11/30/1953)  French artist http://www.picabia.com/biograph/bio_ev_p1.htm http://www.abcgallery.com/P/picabia/picabia.html Helen Hoyt, American poet (1887 - 1972) http://www.worldlingo.com/ma/enwiki/en/Helen_Hoyt http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/9849/                      The RootHelen Hoyt Love faded in my heart— I thought it was dead. Now new flowers start, Fresh leaves outspread. Why do these flowers upstart And again the leaves spread? Oh, when will it be dead— This root that tears my heart!                                                                             by Helen Hoyt http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=3469 Charles Morgan  (1894 – 02/06/1958)  English writer http://thinkexist.com/quotes/charles_morgan/ http://www.charleslmorgan.org/ P. Mustapää 1899-1973 Finnish folklorist and poet http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/mustapaa.htm   Robert E[rvin] Howard, 1906 -  US, sci-fi author (Conan the Conqueror) http://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/ea.cgi?822 http://www.barbariankeep.com/   Howard Teichmann   (1916 – 07/07/1987)    US writer http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0853975/ http://broadwayworld.com/people/Howard_Teichmann/   William Warfield 1920. He was an African-American Vocalist and singer. http://www.aaregistry.org/historic_events/view/william-warfield-voice-anyone Howard Moss (1922-1987), poet, playwright, and long-time New Yorker poetry editor , wrote satirical and epigrammic Instant Lives (1974) http://www.nhptv.org/kn/itv/mcd/moss.htm http://www.nytimes.com/books/98/12/20/specials/heaney-buried.html                                Someone Howard Moss You watch the night like a material Slowly being crammed into a tube of rooms; It showers into gunshot, pepper, dew, As if a hand had squeezed it at one end, Is blank as innocence when daylight comes Projecting sunlit patches on the wall That fade. Too much is going on, too much Of life, you say, for you to live alone On top of an old tenement, on a train That might start off sometime, but never does. Your view is gone. Turn around, and boom!, A park appears between two fixed ideas Whose narrow aperture of sky in time Will house the slums of 1989 . . .   Now New York is feigning its gray dark London winter. Invisible uptown Is out there somewhere, raining on its own. Palmed in the dusty pane, a circle bares A scene that seems reprinted from the past: A man with a dog is walking very fast Along a path among the stunted trees Of the little square below. He disappears. by Howard Moss   http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/howard-moss Sam Cooke 1935. He was an African-American songwriter and performer. http://www.aaregistry.org/historic_events/view/vocalist-sam-cooke-was-more-singer Joseph Wambaugh (1937) Pittsburgh-born crime writer http://www.nndb.com/people/968/000023899/ http://www.bookreporter.com/authors/au-wambaugh-joseph.asp Francis Wheen, 1957 -  English writer and journalist http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2004/feb/03/top10s.modern.delusions http://www.complete-review.com/reviews/sokala/wheenf.htm Aryn Kyle  , 1978. U.S. Novelist  http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/k/aryn-kyle/       PASSED George Steevens, editor of Shakespeare, Hampstead, 1800 http://venn.lib.cam.ac.uk/cgi-bin/search.pl?sur=&suro=c&fir=&firo=c&cit=&cito=c&c=all&tex=STVS753G&sye=&eye=&col=all&maxcount=50 Richard Westall, painter, 1850 http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/westall_richard.html George D. Prentice    (12/18/1802 –1870)     US writer http://www1.assumption.edu/WHW/old/Prenticeana.html http://www.lrc.ky.gov/record/Moments08RS/41_web_leg_moments.htm   Victoria  (05/24/1819 –1901)  Queen of England http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/PRvictoria.htm James Bryce  (05/10/1838 –1922)  Irish writer, diplomat http://oll.libertyfund.org/?option=com_staticxt&staticfile=show.php%3Fperson=230&Itemid=28 http://www.gutenberg.org/files/31677/31677-h/31677-h.htm Elisabeth Marbury  (06/19/1856 –1933)  US literary and theatrical agent http://www.biographicon.com/view/kw8tz Walter Richard Sickert  (05/31/1860 –1942)  German-English painter http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/sickert_walter_richard.html   Arthur Symonds (1945) Eng poet & critic http://www.greeleynet.com/~maxalla/GatewaySub/Classes/VariousEssays/SymonsAboutWilde.html                                                   IDEALISM KNOW the woman has no soul, I know The woman has no possibilities Of soul or mind or heart, but merely is The masterpiece of flesh: well, be it so. It is her flesh that I adore; I go Thirsting afresh to drain her empty kiss; I know she cannot love; 'tis not for this I rush to her embraces like a foe. Tyrannously I crave, I crave alone, Her body, now a silent instrument, That a my touch shall wake and make for me The strains that I have dreamed of, and not known; Her perfect body, Earth's most eloquent Music, the divine human harmony.                                                                by: Arthur Symons (1865-1945) http://www.blackcatpoems.com/s/arthur_symons.html   Else Lasker-Schuler, German-born poet 1869-1945 http://jhom.com/personalities/else_schuler/index.htm http://pippoetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/else-lasker-schuler.html   William Thomas Walsh, American author 1891- 1949 http://www.jstor.org/pss/20137859 http://www.archive.org/search.php?query=creator%3A%22William%20Thomas%20Walsh%22   Lyndon Baines Johnson  (08/27/1908 –1973) US President (36), Vice President (37 http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/lyndonbjohnson   Craig Claiborne, American writer and editor 1920-2000 http://www.saveur.com/article/Kitchen/The-Legacy-of-Craig-Claiborne   Anne Hébert, French Canadian author and poet (Kamouraska) 1916- 2000 http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/hebert.htm             The Piano All it took was one light note One finger pressed By one calm slave A single note a supple instant For the muffled clamor of offense Tucked at the back of black veins To rise and burst into the stirless air The master knowing not what to do Before such tumult Commands that the piano be closed Forever                                          -Anne Hébert   http://poemsintranslation.blogspot.com/2009/12/anne-hebert-piano-from-french.html     William H. Mauldin  (10/29/1921 –2003)  US cartoonist http://www.answers.com/topic/bill-mauldin SITES: http://www.motorsport.com/news/article.asp?ID=398127 http://www.thinkspacegallery.com/ http://www.denmark.dk/en/menu/About-Denmark/Denmark-In-Brief/ http://mainehumanities.org/podcast/ http://www.askthepilot.com/ http://www.orwelltoday.com/ http://nps2011.com/ http://digital.knopfdoubleday.com/ http://flavorwire.com/137120/and-i-said-what-about-breakfast-at-tiffanys   HISTORY:   John Keats writes "On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again" (1818) http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/1134.html" Lord Byron's "On This Day I Complete My Thirty-sixth Year, Missolonghi, January 22, 1824 http://www.online-literature.com/byron/693/ 1951 - Bollingen Prize for poetry awarded to John Crowe Ransom    http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/m_r/ransom/life.htm                                  BONUS POEM:                         JUNGLE DRUMS   In a late night mind meandering mood I sit at my computer, my entertainment An African choir, all young men brightly clad In tunics red, yellow, green, blue, purple As if celebrating the many, many colors Of the people who call their native land home.   My big black cat, my nighttime companion Listens too, sprawled lazily atop the printer An ear cocked to the throbbing beat Of tribal drums, beating out a lively base For strong voices, in many parts, singing The collective heartbeat holding them together.   I glance at my feline friend, long and lithe, Taking in the music, utterly relaxed, Suddenly an eye opens, and in that instant I fancy I see him recall that he shares The hot feral blood of the panther Lying, waiting at the edge of the jungle.                                                         Chip Begreron                                                                                                                January 6, 2011  with permission & many Thanks     Piazza Piece   http://xroads.virginia.edu/~hyper2/modptryanthol/ransom.htm http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=179120 by John Crowe Ransom —I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying To make you hear. Your ears are soft and small And listen to an old man not at all, They want the young men’s whispering and sighing. But see the roses on your trellis dying And hear the spectral singing of the moon; For I must have my lovely lady soon, I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying. —I am a lady young in beauty waiting Until my true love comes, and then we kiss. But what grey man among the vines is this Whose words are dry and faint as in a dream? Back from my trellis, Sir, before I scream! I am a lady young in beauty waiting. John Crowe Ransom, "Piazza Piece"