October  3

Events:

October 3, Portsmouth: Portsmouth Poetry Hoot – Grace Mattern & David Coursin are featured, followed by open mike, at Café Espresso, 7:00 p.m. ( Click here

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October 10, Exeter: Neil English and Joann Ducanson Are Featured, followed by open mike at the Water Street Bookstore, 6:30-8:30 p.m. (778-9731 (bookstore) or John Ferguson, Click here ).

Born:

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Click hereClick here  (1554 – Click here/1628)  English writer,* poet and statesman Life of the Renowned Sir Philip Sidney

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John Ross, (1790   -1866) Chief of the Cherokee Nation

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Click hereClick here  (1800 – Click here/1891) US historian, History of the United States from the Discovery of the Continent (1834), ambassador to Great Britain, and served as Secretary of the Navy

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Click here, ( 1802-July 4, 1880)). American writer and utopian  He was a founder of Brook Farm (1841), an experimental commune meant to put the principles of Transcendentalism and social reform into practice.

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Alexander Macmillan, (1818- 1896,    ). publisher his firm continues as Macmillan Publishers Limited.
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Click hereClick here (1897 – Click here/1982) French writer

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Click hereThe Lilacs and the Roses (Les lilas et les roses)

I will never forget the tragic illusion

The procession cries crowd the sunlit clarity

The tanks laden with love the gifts from Belgium

The air that quivers the road this buzzing of bees

The rashness of victory that primes a quarrel

The red blood that a carmine kiss prefigures

And those about to die at the turrets, mortal,

Covered in lilacs by intoxicated watchers

I will never forget the gardens of France

Seeming the missals of vanished centuries

Nor the uneasy twilights enigma of silence

The roses all along the route of our journeys

The denial by flowers of the winds of panic

Of the soldiers passing by on wings of fear

Of the mad bicycles of the cannon, ironic,

Of the fake campers’ pitiable gear

Yet why does this tempest of images

Return me forever to one point of rest

At Saint Marthe A General Dark branches

A Norman villa the forest’s furthest edge

All’s quiet the enemy at rest in shadows

They say that Paris surrendered tonight

I’ll never forget the lilacs or the roses

Nor the twin loves we have lost outright

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Click here1889-May 4,1938 German pacifist, Nobel Prize recipient

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Sergei Aleksandrovich Esenin (Sergey Yesenin(1895- Dec28,192 ) 5Russian poet

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Click hereClick here (1908 – Click here/1964) US songwriter Swinging on a Star

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Click here (1912 – Click here/1983) Australian evangelist

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Click here, James Alfred Wight, (1916). Brit.  Veterinarian wrote . All Creatures Great and Small, 1972.

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Click here 1924-Feb21,1983 Cartoonist/ Founding editor, Mad magazine
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Passed:

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                      from Love Is Enough

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.1Love is enough: it grew up without heeding

3.2 In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure,

3.3 And its leaflets untrodden by the light feet of pleasure

3.4Had no boast of the blossom, no sign of the seeding,

3.5 As the morning and evening passed over its treasure.

3.6And what do ye say then?--That Spring long departed

3.7 Has brought forth no child to the softness and showers;

3.8 --That we slept and we dreamed through the Summer of flowers;

3.9We dreamed of the Winter, and waking dead-hearted

3.10 Found Winter upon us and waste of dull hours.

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Click here   (  June 5,  1895-1978 ) Invented  Zippo cigarette lighter

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Click here   ( Nov14,1907-2003 ) cartoonist Shrek, The New Yorker

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History:

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1902, President Theodore Roosevelt met with miners and coalfield operators from the anthracite coalfields in Pennsylvania in an attempt to settle a strike

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Bonus Poem:

INTERROGATION

When you have me as I'm standing
Against a wall, my sex becomes
Suddenly agnostic; strange new words
Slip out, your name mentioned twice.

This is not a careful time.
These bodies that have collected love,
That have closely followed the goals
Of line or curve, are becoming

Sentimental. We wander in and out
Of each other's mouths. I keep thinking
You're asking me something. Light
Pours in, hangs like a valuable stone above us.

I lose words remembering to speak.
You press into my skin for veins, finger
By finger, your eyes blank and glazed.
My eyes start to empty too, become

Exactly like yours, until all there is
Is a heart, each beat rendering the last silent.

                                                                                    Sophie Cabot Black

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from the irrelevant, immaterial ,and unfathomable file-

Rochester library has a booksale going on; don’t bother going, they’re about out- actually, I bt $13 .00 books yesterday and next Tuesday when they go to “Buck-a-bag” or whatevertheywannacallit,I’m going back to close the place.

For my scheckles I brt home two hardcover collections of Frost’s letters, a Mureal Spark rarity, a Rita Dove that I didn’t have, a Gore Vidol that I haven’t read, several paperbacks (Hillerman, Connely-my guilty pleasures(these I also have not read) A couple of local publications,-one of which is selling for $20.00 and the other The Darker Side of Sorrow-which will be a gift….the others hunker in my Fiestas trunk, awaiting evaluation.

While I was in town I checked out 4 books at the Salivating Army (I went in looking for a bookcase.)

Several of the odd books that linger in the bookbag are going to Al Gould…Rain can make a biker crazy…he needs something to focus on…

Yredtoooor ,skip