TEN   EVENTS:       January 10, , 7pm – 9pm Breaking New Grounds, Portsmouth,... Stone Pigeon    Two featured readers followed by an open mic.       January 10th at 6:30pm, Conway Public Library  the feature will be the Mountain Storytellers Guild. Poets, writers, acoustic musicians and storytellers of al ages are welcome -  and, of course, listeners, too! "Olga Morrill" <Click here       January 10, Henniker: Students in the New England College MFA program in poetry will each read or perform their original work. At 7:30 p.m., the Great Room, Simon Center, New England College (Click here).       BIRTHDAYS:   Jan 10   Click here (1814-1902) Irish poet, critic, and essayist   Click here                               from     CEADMON THE COWHERD, THE FIRST ENGLISH POET.   Round the bay   Meantime, as twilight deepened, many a fire   Up-sprang, and horns were heard.    Around the steep   With bannered pomp and many a tossing plume   Advancing slow a cavalcade made way.   Oswy, Northumbria's king, the foremost rode,   Oswy triumphant o'er the Mercian host,   Invoking favour on his sceptre new;   With him an Anglian prince, student long time   In Bangor of the Irish, and a monk   Of Frankish race far wandering from the Marne:   They came to look on Hilda, hear her words   Of far-famed wisdom on the Interior Life; [    For Hilda thus discoursed: 'True life of man   Is life within: inward immeasurably   The being winds of all who walk the earth;   But he whom sense hath blinded nothing knows   Of that wide greatness: like a boy is he,   A boy that clambers round some castle's wall   In search of nests, the outward wall of seven,   Yet nothing knows of those great courts within,   The hall where princes banquet, or the bower   Where royal maids discourse with lyre and lute,   Much less its central church, and sacred shrine   Wherein God dwells alone.'   Thus Hilda spake;   And they that gazed upon her widening eyes   Low whispered, each to each, 'She speaks of things   Which she hath seen and known.'       Click here   Click here  (1834 – Click here/1902)  English historian   Click here   Click here (1860) Can/ expatriate to Europe & USA  PoetClick here   Hilltop Song WHEN the lights come out in the cottages   Along the shores at eve, And across the darkening water   The last pale colours leave; And up from the rock-ridged pasture slopes   The sheep-bell tinklings steal, And the folds are shut, and the shepherds   Turn to their quiet meal; And even here, on the unfenced height,   No journeying wind goes by, But the earth-sweet smells and the home-sweet sounds   Mount, like prayer, to the sky; Then from the door of my opened heart   Old blindness and pride are driven, Till I know how high is the humble,   The dear earth how close to heaven.   Click here    [John] Robinson Jeffers, U.S. poet and playwright, 1887 - 20 Jan. 1962 Click here   Click here   Click here   Click here   Click here   Click here           Click here   1883-1945  Russian Novelist, playwright, historian, and short story writer   Click here   Click here   Click here   Click here, aka Tokutaro Ozaki (1867 -1903), Japanese novelist, essayist, and haiku poet or Jan. 10, 1868, and Jan. 28, 1869; Click here   From last years Straffnotes-   Under the night moon,   playing the flute quite badly—   my neighbor—listen.                                http://thegreenleaf.co.uk/HP/koyo/01koyosun.htm   Click here  (1897 – Click here/1958)  US writer   Click here   Click here   Eldzier Cortor 1916. an African-American artist. Click here , thinker, and politician   Click here (1928) Detroit-born poet   Click here   Detroit Grease Shop Poem   Four bright steel crosses, universal joints, plucked out of the burlap sack -- "the heart of the drive train," the Click here says. Stars on Lemon's wooden palm, stars that must be capped, rolled, and anointed, that have their orders and their commands as he has his. Under the blue hesitant light another day at Automotive in the city of dreams. We're all here to count and be counted, Lemon, Rosie, Eugene, Luis, and me, too young to know this is for keeps, pinning on my apron, rolling up my sleeves. The roof leaks from yesterday's rain, the waters gather above us waiting for one mistake. When a drop falls on Lemon's corded arm, he looks at it as though it were something rare or mysterious like a drop of water or a single lucid meteor fallen slowly from nowhere and burning on his skin like a tear.   Click here   Click here  (1927 – Click here/1990)  US singer Click here       Click here  (1935 – )  US singer Click here   Stephen Ambrose, American historian (1936 - 2002)   Click here   Click here   Click here (1939) Indiana-born poet   Click here       Walter Hill, 1942 - director (48 Hours, Extreme Prejudice)   Click here       George Alec Effinger, Click here -  US, sci-fi author (Nick of Time)   Click here   Click here   1956- Spanish novelist, short story writer, and essayist.   Click here                 PASSED   January 10th    Marie-Joseph Chénier, French poet 1764-Click here   Click here   Click here  (Click here/1787 –1855)  English writer     Click here   Click here   Sir John Lavery, Northern Irish artist 1856-1941   Click here   Harry Click here  (Click here/1885 –1951) US writer Nobel Prize for Literature in 1930   Click here   Click here   Gabriela Mistral, Click here  Chilean poet (Nobel Prize 1945)   Click here   Click here   Click here  (Click here/1894 –1961)  US writer   Click here   Click here   Charles Olson (1970)   Click here   Click here   THESE DAYS       whatever you have to say, leave the roots on, let them dangle And the dirt Just to make clear where they come from   Click here   Halton Kathleen Tynan, 1995  writer   Click here   Elspeth Josceline Huxley, 1997  writer   Click here   Sam Jaffe, American producer 1901-Click here   Click here   Spalding Gray, American actor and screenwriter 1941-Click here   Click here   Alexandra Ripley, American author 1934-2004   Click here Jack Horner, American sports journalist 1912- 2005   Click here           SITES:       Click here   Click here   Click here   Click here   Click here   Click here                   HISTORY:       Click here - Bollingen Prize for poetry awarded to Delmore Schwartz   Click here       Click here - Bollingen prize for poetry awarded to Horace Gregory   Click here       1971 - Bollingen Prize for poetry awarded to Richard Wilbur   Click here       Click here - A large piece of the chalk cliff at Beachy Head collapses into the sea. Click here BONUS POEM: But You Bet I Will SAY, honest, it's a shame to string him so.   I s'pose right now he's frettin' fit to kill,   First thinkin' that I won't, then that I will,   And wonderin' how soon I'll let him know.   He said if I'd be his that we would go   To Europe and rest easy there until   His ma shed all the tears she had to spill,   And then come home and help spend father's dough.   I knew that he had won me then and there;   I knew that I'd be his as sure as fate;   But still I had to play the game for fair--   Who cares for fish that bite at any bait?   I didn't let him kiss me--on the square!--   But told him that I'd see and made him wait.   By S. E. Kiser Click here