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Events:

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Nov 12 Wooster ,Ohio Award-winning poet Sharon Olds will read from her most recent collection of work, Stag’s Leap, as well as share other poems during a public reading.

free and open to the public, begins at 7:30 p.m. in Room 009 of Severance Hall (943 College Mall). Refreshments will be served, and her books will be available to be purchased and signed following the reading. (330-263-2575) or Click here.

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Nov 17 Chapel Hill  N.C. 2-4 pm  Sacrificial Poets and Chapel Hill Public Library present  Living Libraries: a Poetry Workshop Series-An interactive poetry workshop that will explore the Library as a community space and introduce spoken word and performance poetry to preserve and transmit history, culture and ideas.  "Banking On Our Knowledge", the second in a series , will introduce new ideas and enable participants to work with similes, metaphor, wordplay, letter-writing and the creation of poems to transmit memories.At the Chapel Hill Public Library . University Mall in the program space across from Alfredo's. Free and open to all ages. Free food will be provided. For more information or to register, contact the Information Desk at (919) 968-2780 or email to Click here

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Juana Ramirez de Asbaje Ines de La Cruz  (1648/51-1695) Mexican poet/nun/feminist
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Click here (1769-Dec 2,1853 )Eng Romantic Housewife / poet

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Letitia Christian Tyler 1790- 1st wife of President Tyler

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Click here  (1815 – Click here/1902)  US feminist – suffragist

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Mírzá Ḥusayn-`Alí Núrí,  Bahá'u'lláh –1817- – 29 May 1892) founded Bahá'ís faith

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Click hereClick here  (1840 – Click here/1917)  French sculptor

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Sun Yat-sen 1866- march 12,1925 father of modern China (ROC & PRC) (traditional)

and social activist.

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Click here (1889– March 30, 1981) US It's the birthday of actor and playwright Click here (Click here), born in New York City (1943). He's best known as a character actor in Hollywood movies such as The Princess Bride (1987), and Clueless (1995), but he's also one of the most disturbing and experimental modern playwrights in America. His father was William Shawn, the editor of The New Yorker magazine from 1952 to 1987. Wallace grew up surrounded by the New York literary society, and he became an excessively sophisticated kid. In grade school he wrote puppet plays about the fall of Chinese dynasties, and he wrote a puppet adaptation of Paradise Lost that went on for hours.

But when he grew up, most people found his plays too strange. He said of his first play, Four Meals in May (1967), "[I thought it was] the answer to the war in Vietnam. I thought they would rename the country after me when people saw that play! ... [But they acted] as if they'd been given a handful of blank pieces of paper."

He continued writing plays that either had no plot, or were so violent and disturbing that no one would produce them. He has said of his early plays that they are characterized mostly by "weeping and vomiting." His first play to receive a full production was Our Late Night (1975), about a series of casual conversations at a cocktail party where the characters begin to reveal deeply disturbing things about their sex lives. At the premier of the play, members of the audience were so disturbed that they started shouting for the characters to shut up. One audience member tried to climb onstage and attack one of the actors.

At the end of the 1970s, Shawn felt he was running out of ideas, so he collaborated on a play with the experimental theater director Andre Gregory. The two got together and recorded their conversations about theater and life, and Shawn used the conversations as the basis for a script about two friends having a conversation over dinner. The script was made into the 1981 movie My Dinner With Andre, and even though the entire movie consists of Andre Gregory and Wallace Shawn sitting at a dinner table talking, it was a big success. He's since gone on to write several more plays, including The Designated Mourner (1996), his most recent.

He said, "I really don't think there is very much honor in a life devoted to writing, unless that writing can do something awfully unusual, awfully necessary." (Click here)

actor and  playwright .publisher, founded Readers Digest (1921)

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Click here  (1908 – Click here/1999)  US Supreme Click here justice  (1970-94 )

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Click here  (1915 – Click here/1980)  French literary critic Mythologies (1957) and Empire of Signs (1970).

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Click here(1945-) Lebanese novelist, short-story writer, and playwright

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Click hereClick here  (1929 – Click here/1982)  US /  Monaco princess/actress

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Click hereClick here  (1934 – )  crazy US R&R criminal

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Click here  (1943-   )  US  Author & actor  

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Click hereClick here  (1945 – )  Canadian singer-songwriter (Buffalo Springfield, Click here; LTR

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Once high on a hill,
There was a song,
Nothing was wrong,
That's when time stood still.

Now lovers are lost,
Wrapped in their dreams,
Tied in their thoughts,
Bound by the depth of their love.

If I could hold on to you.
If I could hold on to you.

Somewhere near the end,
Lovers pretend,
Fake what they feel,
Take what they get from love.

Start losing the drive,
Four out of five,
Staying alive,
Without the feeling of love.

If the sky is fire,
And hell is blue,
If all of our dreams won't come true,
If the sky is fire,
And hell is blue,
I'll cover you, I'll cover you.

Sky is fire, hell is blue.
Sky is fire, hell is blue.

That's why I'm out of control,
Tear myself down,
Build myself up,
Tear myself down again.

I'm talkin' to you,
Trying to get through,
Don't want to hide,
Lost in the mirror of love.

                               -Neil Young

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Click hereClick here  (1945 – )  US sports commentator

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Click hereClick here (1945 ) US journalist and short story writer  

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‘Christopher Pike’ Kevin Christopher McFadden  ⁽ 1954). author of Click here and Click here fiction,

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Click hereClick here  (1968 – )  Dominican baseball player

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Click here (1722-46) Eng Augustan cook/ poet

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William Hayley (9 November 1745 –1820) English writer, biographer / poet

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Click here (1789-1825) Scot Romantic journalist-farmer/  poet

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Click here  (Click here/1810 –1865)  English writerCranford

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Percival Lawrence Lowell (March 13,1855–1916) businessman, author, mathematician, and Click here

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Click here   ( Jan.27,1885-1945 ) US Composer Show Boat

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Baroness Emma Magdolna Rozália Mária Jozefa Borbála "Emmuska" Orczy de Orczi (23 September 1865 –1947) Click here Click here, Click here and Click here of noble origin. the Click here.

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Click here ( Nov 20,1874-,1958 ) Four-time Mayor of Boston

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Click here  ( July 19,1889-1984)  author Lonely Crusade

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Stanisław Baliński (2 Aug 1898 –1984 i) Polish poet, writer and diplomat

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Click here  (Click here/1895 –1989)  Spanish communist leader

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Click hereClick here  (Click here/1936 –1993)  British writer /journalist

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Click hereClick here  (Click here/1926 –1993)  US presidential Chief of Staff, Watergate co-conspirator

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Click hereClick here  (Click here/1940 –1994)  US Olympic sprinter

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William Matthews Nov11,1942-1997 US poet

Bedtime

Usually I stay up late, my time
alone. Tonight at 9o I can tell
I'm only awake long enough
to put my sons to bed.
When I start to turn off lights
the boys are puzzled. They're used
to entering sleep by ceding to me
their hum and fizz, the way they give me
50¢ to hold so they can play
without money. I'm their night-light.
I'm the bread baked while they sleep.
And I can scarcely stand up, dry
in the mouth and dizzied
by fatigue. From our rooms
we call back and forth the worn
magic of our passwords and let one
another go. In the morning Sebastian
asks who was the last to fall
asleep and none of us cares or knows.

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Mark Richard Siegel, 14 March 1949-2003 author

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Ira Levin (August 27, 1929 –, 2007) Click here Click here, Click here and Click here. Rosemary's Baby

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Click hereClick here  (Click here/1947 –2008)  English drummer (Jimi Hendrix Experience)

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History:

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Click here - World's Fair in Paris opens (50 million visitors)

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1954 Ellis Island, immigration station in NY Harbor, closed

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Bonus Poem:

THE SPUR

I asked the rock beside the road what joy existence lent.
It answered, 'For a million years my heart has been content.'

I asked the truffle-seeking swine, as rooting by he went,
'What is the keynote of your life?' He grunted out, 'Content.'

I asked a slave, who toiled and sung, just what his singing meant.
He plodded on his changeless way, and said, 'I am content.'

I asked a plutocrat of greed, on what his thoughts were bent.
He chinked the silver in his purse, and said, 'I am content.'

I asked the mighty forest tree from whence its force was sent.
Its thousand branches spoke as one, and said, 'From discontent.'

I asked the message speeding on, by what great law was rent
God's secret from the waves of space. It said, 'From discontent.'

I asked the marble, where the works of God and man were blent,
What brought the statue from the block. It answered, 'Discontent.'

I asked an Angel, looking down on earth with gaze intent,

 How man should rise to larger growth. Quoth he, 'Through discontent.'

                                                                                                                      by Ella Wheeler Wilcox