October  31

Events:

Halloween-

October 31, many Americans celebrate the traditions of Click here by dressing in costumes and telling tales of witches and ghosts. Children go from house to house—to “trick or treat”—collecting candy along the way. Communities also hold parades and parties.

Halloween, also known as All Hallow’s Eve, originated as the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain, meaning “summer’s end.” The autumnal holiday, rooted in Christian and pagan festivals—with elements of magic and mystery, celebrated the link between seasonal and life cycles (winter was then a time associated with death).

Halloween is now celebrated worldwide and reflects the assimilation of various cultures. In the twenty-first century, it has become a secular, and hugely commercial holiday.

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Coming soon-

Nov 1, Rochester Writers Night  Author & poet Bruce Valley Our feature begins at 6:15 After the feature performance we will take a short break and then return for the open mic portion of our program. Participants have a 5 minute limit, with extra rounds if there is time..Please come early for some of the Pantry's remarkable food, bring your original poetry, prose, or music to read, or just relax and listen to our talented feature performer and enjoy a great night.Sign-up at 6 PM  We end just before 8PM Portable Pantry 12 Hanson St. in Rochester NH. Click here

Nov 1, Manchester – 7 pm – Milly’s Tavern, Manchester – Slam Free or Die – Features XXX  and open mike (647-9991 or Click here )

Nov 2, Exeter  Coffeehouse at First Unitarian-Universalist Society. Features: “Banjos and Old Lace” musical duo guitarist and banjo player Robert Phillipps and singer/multi-instrumentalist Sarah Jane Nelson ;at 7:00 p.m., open mike at 8:15. Suggested donation, $3-5. (Bob Moore, 642-4648 or Click here

Nov 3 Strafford, Hill’s Library Poet’s Night Featuring Jonathan Stoker Open mic follows; snacks & beverages follows –Ken Berry/ Click here

Nov 4 ,Dublin NH  Autumn Oracles 2012,  at  Del Rossi’s Trattoria 2:30 p.m. Social/Sign-up,      3 p.m. Open Reading  Feature poets:  Granite State Poetry Series 2012 releases  Walter Butts (Cathedral of Nervous Horses: Hobblebush, 2012)   Jim Kates (The Briar Patch; Hobblebush, 2012)    Donation   Route 137N, Dublin, N.H.    603-563-7195

Nov 6 Moultonborough Evening of Poetry at the Moultonborough public library 7:30 PM- 9:30 PM Feature Performer/Reader & an Open Mic

Nov 7 Portsmouth  PPLP Poetry Hoot at Click here restaurant at 7:00 PM. Featuring  poets  Click here & Click here  Open Mic follows, great group, menu and refreshments   738 Islington Street  in the 800 Islington Plaza  Click here

November 8, Portsmouth, 7-8:30 pm: Make ’Em Laugh   Host ; Maren Tirabassi

Rules: “An open-mic evening of funny, light, humorous, ha-ha, knee-slapping, amusing (but not dirty or insulting) poetry by living poets—namely YOU. Bring your funniest poems and sign up at the door.”    Portsmouth Public Library, Levinson Community Room    Contact: Mike Albert, Click here

Born:

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Click here  (/1620 – Click here/1706) English writer gardener and diarist.

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In the Middle of the Road

 In the middle of the road there was a stone

 there was a stone in the middle of the road

 there was a stone

 in the middle of the road there was a stone.

 Never should I forget this event

 in the life of my fatigued retinas.

 Never should I forget that in the middle of the road

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 there was a stone in the middle of the road

 in the middle of the road there was a stone.

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                                                          Translated by Elizabeth Bishop.

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Thomas Richard "Tom" Paxton (1937) Click here Click here singer and Click here

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Click here ( Nov 14, 1803-1879 ) author Franconia Stories

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Click here ( Feb 6,1814-1893) Founder, University of Notre Dame

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Click here ( Oct `18,1894-1960)Novelist Honey in the Horn

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Proud Riders

We rode hard, and brought the cattle from brushy springs,

From heavy dying thickets, leaves wet as snow;

From high places, white-grassed and dry in the wind;

Draws where the quaken-asps were yellow and white,

And the leaves spun and spun like money spinning.

We poured them on to the trail, and rode for town.

Men in the fields leaned forward in the wind,

Stood in the stubble and watched the cattle passing.

The wind bowed all, the stubble shook like a shirt.

We threw the reins by the yellow and black fields, and rode,

And came, riding together, into the town

Which is by the gray bridge, where the alders are,

The white-barked alder trees dropping big leaves

Yellow and black, into the cold black water.

Children, little cold boys, watched after us—

The freezing wind flapped their clothes like windmill paddles.

Down the flat frosty road we crowded the herd:

High stepped the horses for us, proud riders in autumn.

                                                                                      Copyright © 1978 by Elizabeth T. Hobson

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History:

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Bonus Poem:

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O MOTHER, mother, I swept the hearth, I set his chair and the white board spread,

I prayed for his coming to our kindly Lady when Death's doors would let out the dead;

A strange wind rattled the window-pane, and down the lane a dog howled on,

I called his name and the candle flame burnt dim, pressed a hand the door-latch upon.

Deelish! Deelish! my woe forever that I could not sever coward flesh from fear.

I called his name and the pale ghost came; but I was afraid to meet my dear.

O mother, mother, in tears I checked the sad hours past of the year that's o'er,

Till by God's grace I might see his face and hear the sound of his voice once more;

The chair I set from the cold and wet, he took when he came from unknown skies

Of the land of the dead, on my bent brown head I felt the reproach of his saddened eyes;

I closed my lids on my heart's desire, crouched by the fire, my voice was dumb.

At my clean-swept hearth he had no mirth, and at my table he broke no crumb.

Deelish! Deelish! my woe forever that I could not sever coward flesh from fear.

His chair put aside when the young cock cried, and I was afraid to meet my dear.

                                                                                     Dora Sigerson Shorter

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Halloween Haiku

Consider pumpkins,

“Trickortreat,givemesomething…”

It’s you …and the night.

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