APRIL27

Events:

April 27 Portsmouth, Jazzmouth Jazz Night  at The Press Room   ATTACK OF THE WOMEN OF JAZZMOUTH 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

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April 27 Goffstown  open poetry reading held 7 pm. at Apotheca, a tea shop in the village area of Goffstown. Click here        Click here

April 26-29, 2012 Portsmouth Click here   Highlights of this years festival include special guests: David Amram • Eric Mingus  * XJ Kennedy • Lawrence Kraman  ALSO  at The Music Hall, screening of "The Manchurian Candidate” with composer David Amram present and “David Amram, the First 80 Years” at The Loft. Click here

Born:

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Edward Gibbon (1737 -1794), British historian Click here Click here, (Mrs Godwin), 1753- 10th Sept, 1797.Eng Writer Click here Herbert Spencer (1820 – 12/08/1903) English philosopher Click here General Ulysses S. Grant (1822 – 07/23/1885) US President Click here Click here (1882-April 30,1961), African-American editor and novelist Click here John Murray Corse 1835- April 27,1893Pittsburgh PA, Brevet Major General (Union volunteers) Click here Hubert Harrison , 1883-1927 .African-American activist, educator, and writer. Click here Click here  (1896 – Click here/1963)  US baseball player Click here Click here (1898-Oct 1, 1962 Austro-American essayist, humorist, novelist, artist, and author of books for children- Madeline Click here Click here Frank Belknap Long (1901 - January 3, 1994) American writer of Click here, Click here, Click here, Click here, Click here, Click here, and non-fiction Click here Click here Nicholas Blake (1904-1972) / Anglo-Irish poet, critic, and educator detective-story writer, British poet laureate in the 1960s Click here Click here Click here Alice Dunnigan 1906-,83African-American, political news coverage. journalist Click here Irving Adler (1913) Click here   ,Click here  Click here, and Click here Click here Click here Click here Edwin George Morgan Click here Click here (1920 – 17 August 2010)   Scottish poet and translator Glasgow’s Poet Laureate in 1999, and then the Scottish Makar (the National Poet Laureate) in 2004.’ Click here Click here Stawberries   There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon sitting on the step of the open french window facing each other your knees held in mine the blue plates in our laps the strawberries glistening in the hot sunlight we dipped them in sugar looking at each other not hurrying the feast for one to come the empty plates laid on the stone together with the two forks crossed and I bent towards you sweet in that air in my arms abandoned like a child from your eager mouth the taste of strawberries in my memory lean back again let me love you let the sun beat on our forgetfulness one hour of all the heat intense and summer lightning on the Click here hills let the storm wash the plates by Edwin Morgan From A Click here or a Satin Heart: An Anthology of Scottish Love Poems Click here

Coretta Scott King 1927- January 30, 2006 African-American civil rights activist and author.

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Ace Frehley 1951 Bronx NY, heavy metal rocker (Kiss-Beth, Frehley's Comet)

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Passed:

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Sir William Jones (28 Sept1746 –1794) Click here Click here, poet, and scholar of ancient Click here

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from THE WORLD-SOUL

THANKS to the morning light,
Thanks to the foaming sea,
To the uplands of New Hampshire,
To the green-haired forest free;
Thanks to each man of courage,
To the maids of holy mind,
To the boy with his games undaunted
Who never looks behind?

Cities of proud hotels,
Houses of rich and great,
Vice nestles in your chambers,
Beneath your roofs of slate.
It cannot conquer folly,--
Time-and-space-conquering steam,--
And the light-outspeeding telegraph
Bears nothing on its beam.

The politics are base;
The letters do not cheer;
And 't is far in the deeps of history,
The voice that speaketh clear.
Trade and the streets ensnare us,
Our bodies are weak and worn;
We plot and corrupt each other,
And we despoil the unborn.

Yet there in the parlor sits
Some figure of noble guise,--
Our angel, in a stranger's form,
Or woman's pleading eyes;
Or only a flashing sunbeam
In at the window-pane;
Or Music pours on mortals
Its beautiful disdain.

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Harold Hart Crane (July 21, 1899 –1932) American poet

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Click here   (Click here/1865 –1953)  Irish actor, patriot, feminist
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Click here   (Click here/1908 –1965)  US broadcast journalist

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Frank O'Rourke (Oct 16, 1916 -89) Click here writer known for Click here and Click here Click here and Click here fiction

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William Egan Colby  Jan 4 ,1920-1996 US CIA Director,

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Click here   (Click here/1931 –1998)  US anthropologist, writer

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George Alec Effinger (January 10, 1947 –2002) Click here Click here

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History:

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1861 President Abraham Lincoln suspends the writ of habeas corpus

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1877 President Rutherford Hayes removes Federal troops from Louisiana, Reconstruction ends

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1984 Over 70 inches of snow falls on Red Lake MT

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Bonus Poem:

If you believe in ghosts,
I think you must believe
that earth’s good smells live on
and that the dead will act
on fury and on fear.

You must believe that, while
the dead are under the
dirt or parked in urns, they
still have a plan. They want
to see their favorite movies

again and scratch their dogs’
bellies, make love in warm places
and buy chocolate at the market.
I’ve sensed ghosts now and then,
turned to where I thought

my mother’s eyes might watch or
my father’s fingers might touch.
I’ve found my cupboard door
ajar and heard wild words
in the dark. If you believe

in ghosts, you must believe
that living is not a huge
salt sea, but a shallow
stream in which most things, like
the restless dead, stay afloat.

    by Martina Reisz Newberry

From:

Perhaps You Could Breathe For Me

Copyright ©:

2011, Martina Reisz Newberry

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