October  22

Events:

SomeFunToBeHad:

Oct 24 Farmington 6 pm – The Goodwin Library, Farmington – Adult Poets and Writers Group (795-5944, Click here )

October 25, Wolfeboro:  The Poets in the Attic host an open mike at the Country Bookseller, 7-9 p.m. (Gordon or Cheryl Lang, 539-4472 or Click here ). Last Show of  the Year!

October 26, Goffstown: Open poetry reading held 7 pm. at Apotheca, a tea shop in thevillage. (Click here    or  Click here  )

October 27, 2012. Epsom. PSNH Quarterly Meeting. 11am: Open Mic ;

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October 28, Alton, Barbara Bald is featured. She will read from

her new book Drive-Through Window; followed by an open mike, at the Gilman Library in Alton, 7-8:30pm, Barb Bald, 875-3353, Click here

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Click here, (1811- July 31, 1886  )Hungarian Click here, Click here Click here and teacher.

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Sarah Bernhardt  (/1844 – Click here/1923)  French actor

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Edward Phillips Oppenheim (1866 – 3 Feb 1946) English novelist

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Ivan Bunin 1870-znov 8, 1953 Russian poet, short story writer, novelist

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Newell Convers N.C Wyeth , 1882 – Oct 19, 1945), American artist and Click here.

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John Silas Reed  1887- October 19, 1920. American journalist and poet-adventurer

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Love at Sea

Click hereWind smothers the snarling of the great ships,
And the serene gulls are stronger than turbines;
Mile upon mile the hiss of a stumbling wave breaks unbroken—
Yet stronger is the power of your lips for my lips.

This cool green liquid death shall toss us living
Higher than high heaven and deeper than sighs—
But O the abrupt, stiff, sloping, resistless foam
Shall not forbid our taking and our giving!

Life wrenched from its roots-What wretchedness!
What waving of lost tentacles like blind sea-things!
Even the still ooze beneath is quick and profound—
I am less and more than I was, you are more and less.

I cried upon God last night, and God was not where I cried;
He was slipping and balancing on the thoughtless shifting planes of sea.
Careless and cruel, he will unchain the appalling sea-gray engines—
But the speech of your body to my body will not be denied!

Curly Howard (/1903 – Click here/1952)  US stooge

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Click hereClick here  (1904 – Click here/1965)  US actor

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John Gould  (1908-   ). US novelist and columnist

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Click here  (1917 – )  Japan-born US actor

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Click hereClick here  (1919 – )  Persia-born writer
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Click hereClick here  (/1920 – Click here/1996)  US LSD guru

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Click here  (/1943 – )  French actor

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Deepak Chopra, ( 1946-  ) Indian-born American physician and writer.

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Click here, (1948).) US mystery writer Until Death (1994

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Passed:

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Click hereClick here  (Click here/1854 –/1935)  Irish statesman

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Click hereClick here   (Click here/1867 –1937)  US editor (Saturday Evening Post) Click here

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F. Orlin Tremaine (Jan. 7, 1899 –1956) Click here Click here editor.

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Click hereClick here  (Click here/1876 –/1973)  Spanish cellist
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Click hereClick here  (Click here/1889 –1975) English historian

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Click hereClick here  (Click here/1893 –1986)  Hungarian biochemist (discovered vitamin C)

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Click here ( Feb17,,1908-1992)  Sports Journalist The Voice of the Dodgers

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Click hereClick here  (Click here/1909 –1994)  US psychologist Love and Will

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Click hereClick here  (Click here/1922 –1995) English writer Lucky Jim

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"A.E.H."

Flame the westward sky adorning
Leaves no like on holt or hill;
Sounds of battle joined at morning
Wane and wander and are still.

Past the standards rent and muddied,
Past the careless heaps of slain,
Stalks a redcoat who, unbloodied,
Weeps with fury, not from pain.

Wounded lads, when to renew them
Death and surgeons cross the shade,
Still their cries, hug darkness to them;
All at last in sleep are laid.

All save one who nightlong curses
Wounds imagined more than seen,
Who in level tones rehearses
What the fact of wounds must mean.

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Eric Clifford Ambler (28 June 1909 –1998) Click here Click here of Click hereTopkapi

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Click hereClick here Milton Supman (Click here/1926 –2009)  US actor

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Sites:

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History:

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Bonus Poem:

Click here    Frost

Frost locks the landscape under sun, silvers the gold of autumn, deepens hollows in the fields, sharpens shadows on the mountainsides, accents the birds, owls, . kestrels, buzzards sitting on tree-stumps moodily aware of stillness as lack of food. Surely they must also see it as beautiful though harsh, perhaps remember the sun still has some hours of life as they flap around surlily or wait at the end of a line of molehills Click here morsel to rise. Frost works its art then stops to look, anazed that time waits for a breeze as if the fields were an oceanscape that might bring a fish-shoal of plenty, glittering darlings for fieldfares, Click here plump again in the hedge. We all hole ourselves up, people and birds, for frost is bigger and scarier than us, our enemy, it Click here our ground unbidden and we wait for it to soften, to become accustomed here, to let up, so grasses move and the wind blows, we have no option but to wait, till the frost shifts, sneaks off to its bitter home.                                  Sally Evans

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The “Giving thanks for my quiet corner” Blues

Limerick – contorted

I once dated a girl named Deb-bie’

Who was about as mean as could be,

When I asked her “Why-for?”

She replied “You want more ?!”

So I married her, hid in the cellar for forty years,

When I wasn’t working,

Or lounging in a bar with my co-horts

And co-whortes ( “T”here  is silent)

But somehow managed to raise 2 kids,

A thousand cats, 5 dogs (and counting)

Get a few of the wives, kids, cats,

& dogs through college…

So now my Garbage can I live in,

In the cellar, has a really nice TV.

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