APRIL13

Events:

April 13, Chichester  "Poetry Springs Up" at the Chichester Town Library . 7:00-9:00, with featured readers Pat Savage ,Northwood Academy teacher and Poet &  Ed Patch, local author & Poet; an open mic, music and refreshments. This event is free and open to all poetry lovers. The address is 161 Main Street, Chichester, NH 03058. Contact Barbara at bespappas.gmail or call the Chichester Library at (603) 798-5613for more information.                        Ed is Featuring ; I hope to be there…

April 13,South Berwick,Me.7-9pm“What’s In The Cards: Poetry of the Near Miss” featuring poets Mekeel McBride, Thomas Moore,,& Shelley Girdner in an evening of poetry and conversation.Also reading-student poetsAbigail Fitzpatrick and Claire Breger-Belsky Refreshments and the poets books will be available to buy ..Music by Berwick Academy student Brooks Jalbert, playing jazz piano. Jackson Library ,31 Academy Street{207}384-2164 or Click here .

April 13 Portsmouth  6-8 pm [National Poetry Month] Discover Portsmouth Center
AMBUSHED BY POETRY: Brick Project Kickoff  Doors open at 6. The presentation will begin at 6:30. This is a kick-off party preview of the Brick Project, a project to place three cycles of poetry in public spaces around Downtown Portsmouth throughout the summer. Light refreshments will be served.. Members of the audience will be invited to read, extemporare, some of the classic poems to be included in the project. Click here

Augusta Me. April 13 and 14, 2012    Terry Plunkett Maine Poetry Festival

Jewett Hall Auditorium   Emcee: Duff Plunkett  Welcome: Allyson Hughes Handley, President, UMA

Student Poetry Contest Winners: Presented by Jan Bunford  Plunkett Family: Comments on the Tenth Festival

Selections from "White Rose" by the Maine Gay Men's Chorus  Featured Performance: PoeTree Music and Poetry

Reception in Charles Danforth Art Gallery Music by UMA's En Route Standards Ensemble

Richard Randall Student Center.  Emcee: Ellen Taylor, Associate Professor of English

Senior College Poets:  Guest Poets:  Panel discussion on Poetry and Revolution

Panelists TBA. Facilitator: Duff Plunkett  Marcia Gallagher and the UMA vocal quartet, Envox

Guest Poet:   Revolutionary Readings: A Sampler of Poetry

Open Mic: One poem of two minutes or less. (Sign-up sheet available on Saturday).

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Jazzmouth Stuff!

April 27 Portsmouth, Jazzmouth Jazz Night  at The Press Room   ATTACK OF THE WOMEN OF JAZZMOUTH Jazzmouth Jazz Night  at The Press Room Celebrating  Women Musicians of the Seacoast featuring Cynthia Chatis Catherine Sikora Joanne Connolly Agnes Charlesworth w/ Swing a Cat special guests The Manchester Slam  Poetr y Team Friday, April 27 8:00 pm. The Press Room 77 Daniel Street, Portsmouth, NH Click here

Born:

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Alexander Ross (c. 1590–1654) ”Pre-Burns” Click here writer,poet, and controversialist.

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Click here (1743-07/04/1826) US Pres (3),VP (2), inventor, lawyer, architect, gardener, and writer,

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Click here (1854- April 6 ,1907) Irish/Can Dialectic Poet, , Physician, Professor

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Rae Armantrout (1947) Click here

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   Back

The teacher said
two mirror images

could come into being
by borrowing

from zero — but only
if they agreed

to cancel one another out.

We followed
from inert matter

by offering
to eat each other up.


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What sort of place is
existence
since we can “come into” it?

A point coincides;
it has no dimension.

Some say
matter’s really energy

and energy is force
of law

and law is just
tautology.


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We were taught

to have faces
by a face

looking back

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Passed:

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Jean de la Fontaine (07/08/1621 –1695) French writer

11. Nothing Too Much [13]

Look where we will throughout creation,
We look in vain for moderation.
There is a certain golden mean,
Which Nature's sovereign Lord, I believe,
Designed the path of all forever.
Does one pursue it? Never.
Even things which by their nature bless,
Are turned to curses by excess.

The grain, best gift of Ceres fair,
Green waving in the genial air,
By overgrowth exhausts the soil;
By superfluity of leaves
Defrauds the treasure of its sheaves,
And mocks the busy farmer's toil.
Not less redundant is the tree,
So sweet a thing is luxury.
The grain within due bounds to keep,
Their Maker licenses the sheep
The leaves excessive to retrench.
In troops they spread across the plain,
And, nibbling down the hapless grain,
Contrive to spoil it, root and branch.
So, then, with, licence from on high,
The wolves are sent on sheep to prey;
The whole the greedy gluttons slay;
Or, if they don't, they try.

Next, men are sent on wolves to take
The vengeance now condign:
In turn the same abuse they make
Of this behest divine.

Of animals, the human kind
Are to excess the most inclined.
On low and high we make the charge,—
Indeed, on the race at large.
There lives not the soul select
That sins not in this respect.
Of "Nothing too much," the fact is,
All preach the truth,—none practise.

[13] Abstemius.

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Jane Taylor (23rd September 1783 -1824) Eng Romantic Poet

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Dame Muriel Spark 02/01/1918 –2006) Scottish writer

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Bonus Poem:

Morning

I woke and heard the thrushes sing at dawn,—

A strangely blissful burst of melody,

A chant of rare, exultant certainty,

Fragrant, as springtime breaths, of wood and lawn.

Night's eastern curtains still were closely drawn;

No roseate flush predicted pomps to be,

Or spoke of morning loveliness to me,

But, for those happy birds,—the night was gone!

Darkling they sang, nor guessed what care consumes

Man's questioning spirit; heedless of decay,

They sang of joy and dew-embalmèd blooms.

My doubts grew still, doubts seemed so poor while they,

Sweet worshipers of light, from leafy glooms

Poured forth transporting prophecies of day.

                                                                                    Florence Earle Coates (1850-1927)

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