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Friday's Poem: : "From the Garden" by Anne Sexton from The Complete Poems. Friday's Literary Notes: It's the 30th birthday of the world's first baby conceived by in vitro fertilization, Louise Brown, born in Oldham, England (1978). Her parents had been trying to conceive for nine years. A doctor told Lesley Brown, the future mother of Louise, that she had a blocked fallopian tube and referred her to Dr. Patrick Steptoe, who had been conducting research on fertilization for many years. The Browns decided that they would have Dr. Steptoe harvest an egg from Lesley's ovary, which would then be fertilized with her husband's sperm in a laboratory. Dr. Edwards would perform this fertilization in vitro (from Latin, literally "in glass" coined in reference to the test tube in which experiments were performed). A few days later, Dr. Steptoe would transfer the newly formed embryo back into the uterus of Lesley Brown...

Author: Aaron Zenz (on JOMB) Illustrator: Aaron Zenz Published: 2005 Dogs in Hats Publishing ISBN: 1594450331 Chapters.ca Amazon.com Frantic antics and logically nonsensical rhyme make this hiccup-halting tactic extravaganza an addictive pick for preschoolers and poets alike. Be sure to enjoy all of the amazing artwork in our Love of Reading Gallery. Pop over to A Year of Reading for today’s full menu of poetry offerings. Poetry Fridays are brought to us by Kelly Herold of Big A, Little A.

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From a skunk-scented perch along Mosquito Creek, Dave spiels about feverish dreams in a Mexican clinic, personal archeology, mirages about the Wonder Hotel, and reads verse about late trains, dammed rivers, watching ships, and men in white coats walking past. Take your vitamins for Post-apocalyptic Skunks and Fevers - Postcard #54 (.mp3, 16:35, 15MB) Read along at Mountain Highway One way these tracks night lake diving Comfortably Lonely, Cabin Porch Waiting at Jericho betwen night and light Coastal Starlight 2 hours late Subscribe to PfGB Feed Subscribe in PfGB in iTunes Library at Uncleweed.net Via Postcards from Gravelly Beach More pods Chillaxin’ Podcast Syndicate

Richland and DART celebrate the ten-year partnership of Poetry in Motion, where poems are posted on Dallas light rail trains for pleasure reading during commutes.

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost "Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay."

Thursday's Poem: "The Good Nights" by Joseph Mills from Angels, Thieves, and Winemakers: Wine Poems. Thursday's Literary Notes: It's the birthday of Robert Graves, born in Wimbledon, England (1895). He fought in World War I. Graves spent much of the war in the trenches, amid mud, mustard gas, and corpses. In one battle he was wounded badly and the London Newspapers reported that he was dead. Someone showed him a copy of his own obituary, and Graves decided that he had been spared from death in order to write poetry. In just five years, between 1920 and 1925, he wrote three books of criticism, a ballad opera, a novel, a satire on contemporary poets, and half-dozen volumes of poetry, and also his memoir Goodbye to All That (1929), about his childhood and his experiences in the war. It turned out to be a huge best seller, and he was able to live off his writing for the rest of his life...

Noah whips out this fan favorite and wails it with the awesome Three Daves Band at Make Music NY 08.

Cosmic in Arizona

april 2008 / wordless truth / thai ta And so you've come to me at last not while I was still hurt, humiliated, confused, angry not while I kept jumping back and forth future, present, past. You've come to me no apology, no poetry it was one of those moments when words are unnecessary indeed, detrimental to both those who gives and receives. Wordless truth (I heard that term somewhere) wordless truth coupled with perfect timing. There you were pressing your lips against mine no french kiss, mind you strange that it's not a french kiss, and strange that the pressure feels... real and surreal. Then you kissed the top of my head like I was a child I felt the warmth, moisture of your kiss a wet sunlight Wordless truth perfect timing perfect ending to our story at last. At last I woke up it was one of those moments when you feel disoriented a bit lost a lot blessed could've been a nightmare could've been a wet dream or a visitation from an angel but thankfully, magically, it was simply a gift. //////////////////////////////////////////////// april 2008 / once again / thai ta Come fall with me Once again Let the fire consume us Till we end Let's turn into stuff of tragic comedy (Comic tragedy?) An urban legend A modern version of Cinderella Where nothing fits, not even her glass slipper Yet when they kiss When we kiss How our lips fit! How our hearts break! In sweetest silence. Come fall with me Let's die, like Juliet and her foolish Romeo We know how this must end Where nothing fits nowhere, no how But when we make love Our sweat thick Our souls burn till we cry out And our tears mix Who will say it first this time, I wonder "I love you" "Goodbye" Or "Until we meet..." "...Once again." Author: thai2468 Keywords: thai ta poetry poem Added: July 23, 2008

My river on stopmotion.

Rebecca :: Wardrobe Originally uploaded by Jannie-JanA guided tour of her tool belt. -- http://fauxpress.blogspot.com - Taken at 11:26 AM on July 23, 2008 - cameraphone upload by ShoZu

I Remembered by Sara Teasdale "There never was a mood of mine, Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull, But you could ease me of its fever And give it back to me more beautiful"...

An animation based on some photos I took in Montreal. I've also composed and recorded the music (c) 2008 JS Monzani / jsmonzani.com. Please do not use any of my images without my agreement. LEGAL ACTIONS WILL BE TAKEN IF YOU DO NOT RESPECT THIS COPYRIGHT

Wednesday's Poem: "Moment Vanishing" by Elizabeth Spires, from The Wave-Maker: Poems. Wednesdsay's Literary Notes: It's the birthday of Elspeth Huxley, born in London (1907). She wrote more than 30 books and is best known for The Flame Trees of Thika (1959), which chronicled fictionally her childhood among British settlers on her dad's coffee farm in Kenya. It was a huge best seller when it came out, and 20 years later was made into a television series in England and then shown on American public television. When she was five years old, her family left England for Kenya in order to run a 500-acre coffee farm that her father had impetuously bought while sitting in a bar in Nairobi. She recalled that her father had a lot of failed business ideas, and said he was a "gentle, humorous, dreamy person whose dreams never came true."..

I write personalized poetry for weddings, birthdays, In memory of. Personalized wedding invitations. Personalized Poetry for that someone special. A poetic memorial tribute to the one you lost... CONTACT ME FOR FREE INFORMATION POETRY4SALE@GMAIL.COM Author: sherrilynne1974 Keywords: services weddings birthdays poetry Added: July 22, 2008

http://www.highergroundhawaii.com Higher Ground Coffee & Music Cafe' in Wahiawa is proud to present the powerful Youth Speaks Hawaii artists Ittai Wong, Jamacia Osurio, Will Giles, Alaka'i Kotrys, Danny Sherrard, Melvin Wonpat-Borja and lead by Liz Lyz Soto Brave New Voice International Poetry Slam Winners. Find more about Youth Speaks at - http://www.youthspeakshawaii.com It is the honor Higher Ground to bring to you the most talented and influential artists of all types representing all of Hawaii's talent of all styles. As well, Higher Ground in Wahiawa is a complete supporter of Organic Hawaii from local farmers to visual artists. Drop by Higher Ground Coffee & Music in Wahiawa for a locally grown coffee and local music. Located 5 doors down from Hawaii Music Supply in Wahiawa (Higher Ground Hawaii 70 Kukui St. Suite F Wahiawa HI, 96786) nearest cross street Kamehameha Hwy & Kilani. Mahalo for all the support from around the world! Please subscribe to this profile so you will be alerted to new videos from Higher Ground Coffee & Music ALOHA

Geoffrey Cornelius Interview * Sun enters Leo * Opening the Heart to Mystery Welcome to another mind-expanding episode of the Cosmic Weather! This week the big happy Sun flies into the archetype of the Lion, streaming free creative energy and generosity into the world! Welcome to your Domicile, oh Sun, giver of Life! On Astrology Illustrated, we have a very special treat, an interview with one of the premiere scholars of astrology on the planet: Geoffrey Cornelius, a British Astrologer whose cool accent alone will blow your mind off it's hinges. Also, this is a preview of the new line of questioning I'm taking for the next film "Return of the Magi 2: Astrology Demystified" due out at X-mas. So check it out! And if all that doesn't appease your appetite, and your only in the mood for some deep spiritual insights and poetic wisdom, just wait till the Supernova Explosion of Insight crashes against the shores of your elegant mind with a section of my metaphysics book called "Opening the Heart to Mystery." Tune in today and prepare to be cleansed from the inside on out! Here's the link. Enjoy the heck outta this one!

Here's episode 45. No particular theme. (Left , right click to download and save.) I was going to get this done over the weekend but has a little computer trouble. Some drivers were... An experience of podsafe music accentuated by poetry.

Click http://www.rajshri.com/Animation/Nursery/index.asp?page=1 to watch more nursery rhymes Author: rajshri Keywords: cartoon poetry children school shoes cobbler pay kids learning poem mend Added: July 22, 2008

Contusion by Sylvia Plath "Color floods to the spot, dull purple. The rest of the body is all washed-out, The color of pearl"...

Tuesday's Poem: "It Is Marvellous to Wake Up Together" by Elizabeth Bishop from Poems, Prose, and Letters. Tuesday's Literary Notes: It's the birthday of poet Stephen Vincent Ben t, born in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania (1898). He was of the most popular poets of his day, and today he's remembered for his epic poem about the Civil War, John Brown's Body (1928). It's the birthday of novelist Tom Robbins, born in Blowing Rock, North Carolina (1936). He's known for novels such as Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (1976), Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas (1994), and most recently Villa Incognito (2003)...

so/ okay/ skaterboy/ you want to know if you can be a fucking poet, too/ the memories will pull you by the sleeve/ riding downhill on concrete fast/ scabs and blood/ and war/ balance, baby, balance/ we are all so unusual dressed entirely in black/ what other color is there/ to be inside/ it's easy to believe you can stretch yourself back all the long way to desire/ or/ desire is all you know in the stretching/ you would kill to have it/ to taste it/ to know what it might have been/ desire always just inches from sherman's reach/ sherman pleading/ gimme gimme/ even his fingers are inadequate where masturbation is the norm/ they've started wearing t-shirts that say masturbation is not a crime/ i do not tell them what to wear/ i do not tell them what to do/ i do not tell them what to make or how to make it/ i do not tell them what to write or what to paint or what to suck on for that matter/ i do not tell them what to film/ all i usually say is knock my socks off/ usually, they do/ it's enough/ it is hard as rocks, that/ i do not supervise anyone/ do i look like suzy schoolmarm to you/ get a clue/ they do what they want to do/ they fuck with whoever they want to fuck with/ i am not the moral police/ i would be badly cut out for it/ i don't have a problem with how it works/ you want them supervised/ then you do it/ i'm not interested/ i just rock and roll with them/ it's enough/ loving them is fucking difficult because they are, too/ that is exactly how alive they are/ now you know/ they are always fucking one another and then denying it/ like/ i care/ supervise them/ are you out of your fucking mind/ the boys i know/ live with/ live without/ can't live without/ can't live with/ love/ fistfucked unrimmed in prose/ thoroughbreds/ wisdoms/ insight/ little of these and those/ for whatever they're worth/ penitence/ obituary/ fire of genuine epic narrative/ who knows/ get this, jack/ most of them were born in 1993/ everything else is history/ don't blink/ blink/ sucez juste mes petites chiennes de gros robinet karmababies/ it's not my theme song/ it's their theme song/ i begrudge them little/ who am i to dictate to anyone anything about a musical icon/ icons only are/ maybe i do begrudge them their youth some/ youth is not iconographic/ it just gets older/ i do not share their anxiety around their lack of passage in the world/ we don't share that/ i have experience in spades/ sherman and his writerrage/ to le boys tho karma/ is like sooo retro/ nicolas/ pascal/ joroen/ thierry/ henri/ laurent the whore/ jos/ kilian the confused/ aron/ georges/ michel/ jules and his cherry/ francois/ jordaan/ andres the constantly assaulted/ nino sooooo boticelli caravaggio in his dripping wet dreams/ eavan/ conor/ joris/ feel the pain, sherman/ sherman/ sherman in his needs so bad to get laid/ baby/ let me shine for you/ i'm holding on your rope/ got me ten feet off the ground/ and I'm hearing what you say but I just can't make you sound/ the dull buzz of blood flies/ is that all sherman ever smells/ yes/ how many lives have you lived anyway/ alexie/ boy/ one/ i'm holding on your rope but you're just another lost and found/ we listen to your weeping but it just goes 'round and 'round/ you tell me that you need me/ then you go and cut me down/ but wait/ you tell me that you're sorry/ didn't think I'd turn around, and say/ i wanted to know you/ but karma's a trip now/ sherman melting away in tangled gazes/ cock swollen hard/ aching/ slick with precum/ seeks experience/ i'd take another chance/ take a fall/ take a shot for you/ and I need you like a heart needs a beat/ it's nothing new - yeah yeah/ i wanted to love you/ but karma's a trip now/ you're the flame/ i keep runnin' back to you (back to you)/ i feel the pain/ i keep runnin' to you thinkin' that somethin's gonna change/ but now that the story is over/ i m turnin' the page/ baby you're history/ there are other boys standing in line sherman/ who want me/ bad/ then there's one who leaves me standing still/ alone/ okay/ breathless/ my eyes to the sky/ he wanted to love you/ boticelli/ nino fabriano has been breaking down and busting up the barriers again/ i suppose i could always run/ or pass him off as a fucking girl/ i will love him instead of you, sherman/ you will/ yes/ watch me/ i will/ you will/ we all will/ i loved you with the fire red/ now it's turning blue, and you say/ "sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you/ but I'm afraid/ it's too late to apologize/ it's too late/ i said it's too late to apologize, it's too late whoa/ his was a riding through the shattering/ nino thought he would be a poet too/ writers are the worst/ the boyz make these grand announcements/ beating their meat beating their chests/ hormones like heroin/ most of which i ignore/ as tomorrow will be another announcement/ another chest/ another life they will live/ they will be doing something else/ just as grand/ other lives/ it's what i do/ life-to-life/ the cat/ the war/ the abridged alexie/ exclamations everywhere/ longitude/ latitude/ open-sesame/ a poet/ okay/ whatever, nino/ we're all here with our skateboards just painting your nakedness anyway/ how many lives/ i told you/ caravaggio/ even in his own lifetime caravaggio was considered enigmatic, fascinating, rebellious and dangerous/ he burst upon Rome like an eruption/ it hurt/ it ran thick like lava/ cum everywhere/ our tender lips burning with it/ smoking cigarettes/ setting off burglar alarms/ everyone's a fucking poet/ the inside of your throat, sherman, coated with such honey/ sweet/ little bitch/ i knew that the american poet scene would have to be different from the insular world of mainstream publishing and it is/ nino seems dangerous today/ whose discontented eyes befriend the lightning bugs at sundown/ and the faint labial smell of him and his thin sweat emerging from the goat barn has some milk to it/ the warm kind of milk girl babies suckle on/ poetry is, too, the venom i speak of/ sherman behind such curtains/ we can't fill your emptiness/ hamlet/ we tried/ you are too destitute/ the wheat/ the wind/ the burying/ the poet wanting lifting up/ nino whose imagination whispers at my throat shimmering sequins like the secrets of a ill-furnished whore/ baby you're history/ how could you go/ right when I needed you/ you never showed/ the love that I'm always showin' to you/ now you know that I'm gonna leave you/ you're tellin' me no/ 'cause it's gonna hurt you/ feelin' so cold/ i wanted to know you/ but karma's a trip now/ you probably shouldn't have left me standing alone/ i wanted to love you/ sherman will shit on him for sure/ sherman/ shits/ on everyone/ you can't take it personally/ his shit is half-rations at lent/ living far away in exile one forgets/ just how small and mean any art scene can be in america/ i should be the last person on the planet to lose touch with that reality/ i think i lose touch with it/ because/ i want to lose touch with it/ there's still this big part of me that wants any art scene i get involved with/ to simply live and let live/ do not bore me/ and do not drown the work of other artists with a smothering sea of judgment/ poetry therefore gravitates towards the action of the mind/ and fits most comfortably/ too comfortably which is the fundamental problem with poetry/ into the uncomfortable gasp and gap between the senses and sensation/ finger pointing/ high and mighty moralisms/ other artists/ other writers/ other poets/ everyone hates everyone/ and i wonder how it is people can work in a place so saturated with such tight-fisted snarl/ i would fistfuck sherman squirming/ but/ he's just freaked out is all/ get myself an alibi while i'm there/ sherman's satisfied crazy stuff/ and why is it that someone else's work can't simply be observed/ or experienced/ or read/ without all the paranoia and fry bread hate that creeps into it/ why is it that especially other artists get so bitter and jealous over what other people make that the attack has become the thing that stands out as if it were a performance art in and of itself/ why is there such a ghetto mentality/ minority thinking/ if i pull so and so down -- the enemy and the enemy lists -- i can elevate my own lowly totem pole status/ roaches crawling up to the top of the pile of roaches/ crawling over corpses/ king of the insect hill/ and why is it that american writers especially revert to some bizarre evil bitch queen mode when they see work that threatens them/ another guy steps in the way/ putting the guns back inside their pants/ you got me, tim/ i do not know/ and i don't get it/ and i don't want to get it/ i want to do my thing/ and that isn't changing sherman alexie's diapers/ darkens the sky the color of blood/ and then be left alone/ but no/ fistfucking sherman bent over little doggie better focus on himself get thee to recovery/ locked/ the alarms set to subsistence/ just wake me up when it's over/ so then it's the fight that becomes the muse/ ho hum/ i am so bored by her here we go again/ i'm not really a token/ shut the fuck up, sherman/ wow/ like i am so impressed with spit/ pissing in her panties and wearing her mommy frowns/ an american cartoon whose screams get the dramatic attention required as she denounces everyone in sight/ you and you and you and her/ all the bad people/ ignites combat when she can/ seeing that none of us baaaaaaaaaad people quite measure up to her inflamed sense of contrived tribalisms/ so pouty in the little room/ uncurled/ eros aims his arrows for the heart/ but there is no heart/ only a vacuum where black just pulls you in/ she denounces tribalism/ and if you can believe that/ didactic authority/ wiggles his squeaky ass all over hollywood/ spoiled little boy/ the chief drag queen of the stage/ laments on and on/ drones endlessly/ the other drag queens aren't really drag queens/ they're just men in drag/ where she/ her highness/ is what makes a legend most/ the fur or the fur flies/ the real drag queens/ being more authentic/ sharpening their nails like knives as sharp as razor blades/ and then i find that the man is anything but unique/ and in the small almost microscopic world of poetry/ the fangs come out as if vampires could only make the sound of a vast sucking of someone's blood who had dared knock on the castle's door/ is anyone home/ sometimes immortality/ needs fresh meat/ to live forever/ meanwhile/ the homebodies crawl into my Parisian bed/ seeking comfort/ i am the innkeeper/ and i/ the fool among the goths and vandals/ pretend/ my instruments and hoisting might move them/ even closer/ the boys i know/ live with/ live without/ can't live without/ can't live with/ love/ fistfucked unrimmed in prose/ thoroughbreds/ wisdoms/ insight/ little of these and those/ for whatever they're worth/ penitence/ obituary/ fire of genuine epic narrative/ who knows/ what labial milk runs like a river through my dreams/ i wanted to know you/ but karma's a trip now/ you probably shouldn't have left me standing alone/ i wanted to love you/ karmababies/ sooo fucking retro/ perhaps masturbation is a crime after all/ in the end, i am compelled to teach them everything/ even death/ maybe especially death/ so/okay/ skaterboy/ you want to know if you can be a fucking poet, too/ the memories will pull you by the sleeve/ riding downhill on concrete fast/ scabs and blood/ and war/ his was a riding through the shattering/ scratch the sun's eyes out with your fingernails, sherman/ balance, baby, balance/

$4.35 a gallon doesn't seem as bad when you find yourself in the middle of a gas riot. Today, Travis Arket tells us about the riots, crashes, and close calls of a thousand mile rickshaw race through Nepal and India. We also get life lessons from Seattle's pre grunge era.

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Cross by Langston Hughes "My old man's a white old man And my old mother's black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back"...

Monday's Poem: "The Layers" by Stanley Kunitz from The Collected Poems. Monday's Literary Notes: It's the birthday of Tess Gallagher, born in Port Angeles, Washington (1943). She's the author of many collections of poetry, including My Black Horse: New and Selected Poems (1995). It's the birthday of novelist John Gardner, born in Batavia, New York (1933). He's best known for his novel Grendel (1971), which is a retelling of Beowulf from the point of view of the monster...

Visiting the Woodshop on Steamboat Island amidst hayfever and national holidays, Dave and Wm. Lenker exchange spontaneous musical freeverse tales of Pennsylvania, Agana Harbour (Guam), Jericho Beach (Vancouver), and Lake Crescent (Washington) while wounded Samson howls along. Weigh anchor for Howling at Land and Sea - Postcard #53 (.mp3, 17:51, 16MB) Photo by DaveO on Pender Island, Art ed up by Bread the Producer Subscribe to PfGB Feed Subscribe in PfGB in iTunes Library at Uncleweed.net Via Postcards from Gravelly Beach More pods Chillaxin’ Podcast Syndicate