Sunday, January 4, 2015

Reading 2014

1. Carnival Evening - Linda Pastan (poetry)

2. Daniel Deronda - George  Eliot

3. Niagara Falls Travel Guide - Thomas Austin

4. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray

5. Rumi: A Soul on Fire - Lecture by Dartmouth Professor, Nancy Crumbine (poetry)

6. The Violent Bear It Away - Flannery O'Connor

7. Like This - Rumi (poetry)

8. The Colossus and Other Poems - Sylvia Plath (poetry)

9. Sons and Lovers - D. H. Lawrence

10. can't stop the beat - ruth weiss (poetry)

11. Poems for Women's History Month
The Academy of American Poets was founded eighty years ago by a visionary woman, twenty-three year old Marie Bullock. In honor of her and all women, here's a roundup of poems to celebrate Women's History Month.


"Duality" by Tina Chang
"won't you celebrate with me" by Lucille Clifton
"Fifty-Three" by Eileen Myles 
"Diving into the Wreck" by Adrienne Rich
"Duende" by Tracy K. Smith
"Stanzas in Meditation" by Gertrude Stein 
"Lady Tactics" by Anne Waldman 

12. Body Rags - Galway Kinnell (poetry)

13. Mortal Acts, Mortal Words - Galway Kinnell (poetry)

14.  The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins

15.  The Past - Galway Kinnell (poetry)

16. Foucault:Philosophy in an Hour - Paul Strathern

17. the Waves - Virginia Woolf

18. Nightmare Abbey - Thomas Love Peacock

19. Tess of the d'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy

20. The Philosopher's Club - Kim Addonizio (poetry)

21. Some Ether - Nick Flynn (poetry)

22. Behind My Eyes - Li-Young Lee (poetry)

23.  Queen of a Rainy Country - Linda Pastan (poetry)

24.  Summer Poems
Vacation by Rita Dove
In Summer by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Let Birds by Linda Gregg 
Summer Holiday by Robinson Jeffers 
The White Room by Charles Simic
Summer Night, Riverside by Sara Teasdale 
Miracles by Walt Whitman
June Light by Richard Wilbur 
Summer Song by William Carlos Williams

25. A Thousand Mornings - Mary Oliver (poetry)

26. Vice - Ai (poetry)

27. August Poems - Be Calm as Water
“The Moose” by Elizabeth Bishop
Vacation by Rita Dove
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Travelling by William Wordsworth

28. morning in the burned house - Margaret Atwood (poetry)

29. a Night without Armor - Jewel Kilcher (poetry)

30. Night Mowing - Chard DeNiord (poetry)

31. Moby Dick - Herman Melville

32. Blood, Tin, Straw - Sharon Olds (poetry)

33. Shahid Reads His Own Palm - Reginald Betts (poetry)

34. Nine Horses - Billy Collins (poetry)

35.  Howl - Allen Ginsberg (poetry)

36. Red Shoes - Honor Moore  (poetry)

37. Old Heart - Stanley Plumly (poetry)

38. Renascence and other Poems - Edna St Vincent Millay (poetry)

39. Selected Poems of Oscar Widle - Oscar Wilde (poetry)

40. A Few Figs From Thistles - Edna St Vincent Millay (poetry)

41. Second April - Edna St Vincent Millay (poetry)

42. Savage Beauty - Nancy Milford (poetry)

43. The Round House - Louise Erdrich











Thursday, January 1, 2015

Luck Less Monster

My name is William Wallace and my specialty is Freedom.  The story that I am about to tell is not for the meek and mild of ye. Be ye Brave at Heart and listen to my vastly tale. Listen closely laddie and I will tell you the real story of the lake before you can draw and quarter a highlander.

The story begins in the Shire of Spartansburg ,but a league from the lazy hamlet of Simpsonville.

Come down from the highland is but hisself, The Laddie of the Lake, Sir Quinn of the Noisy Rear and his sidekick,





















NoSir the Pointed Head also known as Old Slant Eyes.






















Recently returned from quest to find Bubba's BBQ, Old Slant eyes had an amazing tale to tell … a tale of fossils of ancient birds … a tale of a lake and a monster. For proof, he held in his hands the fossilized head of the giant blue heron.



A giant fossil head of a bird who lived a million years ago along the shores of what is today, Lake Johnson. But legend is that another creature …  fiercer … more terrifying still roams those shores. The very creature that Sir Quinn would seek,

The Luck Less Monster

But how to find the monster … how to proceed?  Sir Quinn knew that he must consult the Master for the help he would need  and he journeyed to the House of the Fou Dog and bestower of all-you-can eat fried food and noodle palace.





















He hid his face … for the forests are full of many eyes, and noses are in search of businesses not of their own making.



He balanced the sacred thread of truth upon his lips for all to see.

His reward … embedded inside the sacred folded cookie of wisdom was the Masters answer.

Don't Take Wooden Nickels



Sir Quinn and NoSir Bruce set forth.

There was no path but the One … the straight and narrow one.





































And soon there were signs of he, the one they sought. He had laid the forest to waste.




















And then , he made a startling discover about the Luck Less Monster.

First, Sir Quinn found that the monster loves to poop inside of hollow trees. And it, the poop that is, is white!





















           

Secondly, it, the poop that is, is actually marshmallow poop … a tell-tail sign that the Luck Less Monster had been there.

Sir Quinn decided to seek the Oracle of the Beech Tree concerning how to defeat the monster. However, the Oracle was in Scotland.

FREEEEEEDOMMMMMMMM

There was not enough time to go there. Sir Quinn was hot on the trail - those marshmallows were toasted. Luckily, he was still under the protection of the wisdom of the folded cookie and a soft, strong voice spoke from above in a poor Scottish accent:



"All will be revealed if you seek the Son of the Beech that bears your name".



 Sir Quinn's reply, "we seek the sacred tree".


He looked high ….


He opened the door to Wonderland.


The Son of a Beech was found … but it would not give up its secrets. That is until Sir Quinn pulled his trusty knife and began to carve …


and the Beech screamed, "Don't be a sap, Read the sign".


That was the answer. He would set a trap for the monster just outside the sign, lure him out, and let him have it.

First, to cut sweet boughs of sassafras … The Luck Less Monster loves the smell.

           

I shall tie some food for the beast on the spike along the river … something he cannot resist. NoSir Bruce of the Pointed Head, where are you?

I shall close the portal to Wonderland. The monster shall not flee down the rabbit hole.

I shall fell great oaks to cage the monster in.

I shall tame the beast, ride him like a pony, and he shall sleep in my stables.


Be not deceived. I smile the smile of determination. The Monster shall be mine.

And when he is gone, I shall fish,safe and secure,  for my supper. 

And taste sweets and the sweetness of life.



It shall be  …

for I am Sir Quinn,

the Laddie of the Lake.