September  15

Events:

Sept 14 & 15 Keene & Peterborough Lone Mountain, Many Voices Literary Festival,  LOCATIONS: Colony Mill, Keene, NH (Fri/Sat.) and Peterborough Pub. Lib (Sat. morning: Joni Cole).  Sponsored by NH Writers Project and Monadnock Writers Group.

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September 15-September 30. The Vision & The Word,  National Poetry Week and 1000 Poets for Change. This is the 3rd year the EAC has hosted The Vision & The Word, the goal of which is to encourage artists and poets to cooperate in creating an original work of art consisting of a poem and a piece of art.. For more information: Click here .      Click here     Click here

September 15	Franconia:  Frost Place Reading Series: Pat Frisella & Bob Crawford arefeatured at the Henry Holt Barn	5 p.m. (Click here ).	September 15

Born:

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Click here  (1613 – Click here/1680) French writer and epigramist

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Click here 1767-july 26,1793) Click here Click here, Click here and Click here Anton Reiser

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Click here (1789-1851), American social critic, historian, and the first major American novelist, The Leatherstocking Tales (1823-1827),

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Click here 1795- May 2,1856 US  Scientist & Poet Clio

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Click here(1857– Click here/1930) US President (27)

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Festus Claudius Click here (1890-1948), black American Harlem Renaissance poet and novelist America

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Click here (1889 – Click here/1945) US writer humorist critict and screenwriter

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Dame Click here (1890 – Click here/1976) British myster ywriter

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Click here (1894 – Click here/1979) French filmmaker

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Click here (1903 – Click here/1992) US singer Country music pioneer

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Click here (1904 – Click here/1988) US writer /columnist Beloved Infidel

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Click here ( 1907-March 16 1968)6Swedish poet and essayist,

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Chinese embroidery

A firebird’s nest is the heart

built with twigs of veins

nourished with flames. But the bird

broods there in an even greater

heat. From its breast and sides

the flames seem to fall back. Untouched

it rests on the invisible egg

its wings fanning, its tail-feathers

hanging over the nest’s edge. Or it flutters

up for an instant as if to fetch

an insect of thoughts and images, disappearing

into the silk of the air as soon as it has lifted

only visible again when it once more rests

in the flames, smoothing its feathers with its beak.

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Click here  (1909 – Click here/2003)  US actor ("Blondie")

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Click here 1914- March 8,1999 Click here fiction writer, journalist, and translator La invención de Morel

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Robert McCloskey, 1914 - 30 June 2003 children's book author,

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Click hereMcKay Brodie(1915 – January 10, 1981) US biographer and professor of history

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Click here 1918-2007 business Historian

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Click here ( 1928-Aug 8,1975)  Jazz Alto sax blower

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Today is the birthday of poet and novelist Click here (1956) (Click here). She was born in Clarendon, Jamaica, and moved to England when she was 23, where she's lived ever since. Her first book of poetry, Touch Mi! Tell Mi!, was published in 1988. She writes her poetry in English or in Jamaican patois, and she usually gives her audiences a few patois lessons before reading her work. She conducts writing workshops in schools, and often incorporates singing and dancing into her master classes. She believes that "part of the beauty of poetry is the music in the words, and a vital part of music is often the poetry in the lyrics." She has written two novels for young readers: Surprising Joy (2003) and The Tribe (2007). (Click here)

Click here (1956) poet and novelist, Jamaican/English

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Click here 1961-   US football Miami Dolphins

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Today is the birthday of Nigerian novelist Click here (Click here). She was born in Enugu in 1977, the fifth of six children. She was a voracious reader and writer from an early age, and at one point she lived in a house that had once belonged to fellow Nigerian author Chinua Achebe. She's written two novels: Purple Hibiscus (2003) and Half of a Yellow Sun (2006). She often writes about the Nigerian-Biafran war of the late 1960s, and her second novel came about after four years of research into the conflict. She also published a collection of short stories, The Thing Around Your Neck, in 2009. When she isn't writing, she is frequently on a lecture circuit of American colleges, educating academics on "the real Africa" as an antidote to the one-dimensional portrayal that's typical in the Western media. "If somebody writes about middle-class Africans they say, 'Oh no, write about the real Africa. Write about Mugabe being terrible in Zimbabwe,'" she told The Independent. "You don't write about people who fall in love on the street. You don't write about Africans who have money and go on vacation because that's not 'real.' The real Africa is starving, or being bullied by Mugabe, or dying of AIDS." (Click here)

Passed:

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Click here (Click here/1581–1613) English writer The Wife

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Arthur Henry Hallam (Feb.1,1811-33), Eng poet

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Click here  (  March 28, 1828-1902 US Supreme Court Justice, 1882-1902

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Click here (Click here/1900–1938) US writer Look Homeward, Angel

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Click here (Click here/1898–1983) English writer

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Click here (July 10, 1910-1985 ) US Jazz Cootie Williams and His Orchestra

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Click here (Click here/1905–1989) US writer  first US PL

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Waiting

You will have to wait. Until it. Until The last owl hoot has quavered to a

Vibrant silence and you realize thre is no breathing Beside you, and dark curdles toward dawn. Until

Drouth breaks, too late to save the corn, But not too late for flood, and the dog-fox, stranded

On a sudden islet, barks in hysteria in the alder-brake.

Until the doctor enters the waiting room, and His expression betrays all, and you wish He'd take his God-damned hand off your shoulder. Until

The woman you have lived with all the years Says, without rancor, that life is the way life is, and she

Had never loved you, had believed the lie only for the sake of the children.

Until you become uncertain of French irregular verbs And by a strange coincidence begin to take Catholic instruction from Monsignor O'Malley, who chews a hangnail. Until

You realize, truly, that our Saviour died for us all, And as tears gather in your eyes, you burst out laughing,

For the joke is certainly on Him, considering What we are. Until

You pick the last alibi off, like a scab, and Admire the inwardness, as beautiful as inflamed flesh

Or summer sunrise. Until you
Remember, suprisingly, that common men have done good deeds. Until it

Grows on that, at least, God
Has allowed us the grandeur of certain utterances.

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Click here (Click here/1930–2006) Italian journalist

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Charles Lewis Grant (Sept12, 1942 –2006) novelist and Click here writer

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Click here (May 5 1968-2007Scot ral;ly  racer & Champion

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Click here  ( July 28,  1943-2008 Keyboardist for Pink Floyd

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Bonus Poem:

                -My Grandfather's shed-

Your footsteps are shallow and shadowless now
like time's own memory.
The past falls like dead moths and tears of ghosts.
The morning light cuts through the gaps in the walls
like a slit photograph.
Your scent still lives here
the man of soil and sky.
I step on the rotting floors
of soft pine
searching for the face I remember
and a statement of death.
The time-stained shovel leans in the corner.
I touch the splintered handle
allowing your hand to pass through mine.
I acknowledge your simple brilliance
like windchimes under water.
I hear your voice,
brittle, like dead leaves running across a sidewalk.
I hold your rake guarded by years without sunlight
and brush the cobwebs
that grow like mutant weeds from the transient
darkness of its home.
I thought you were here
as the wind took the door
allowing the sun to drip over the watering can.
I stare for a moment -- only for a moment
into your eyes,
for the last time.

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With permission & thanks; skip

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Below in no particular order

Are links for info about the late Cote Laramie-NH Poet and Harvard student-

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Note from Skip:

Yesterdays email may have been the most catastrophic inanity I ever distributed; I hope the effort I threw into today’s makes up for it. If it doesn’t…don’t let me know….Ha!