Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Where the Bees Hum

BEDTIME
—Denise Levertov

We are a meadow where the bees hum,
mind and body are almost one

as the fire snaps in the stove
and our eyes close,

and mouth to mouth, the covers
pulled over our shoulders,

we drowse as horses drowse afield,
in accord; though the fall cold

surrounds our warm bed, and though
by day we are singular and often lonely.

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Teen workshop in Davis:

Rae Gourirand of Davis writes to tell us about the teen poetry workshops that she will be teaching at the Davis Branch Library after school on Thursdays for eight weeks in January-March. There will be two groups (one for junior-high-aged writers and one for high-school-aged writers), each open to a mximum of 25 participants, and at the end of the eight-week workshop they'll be compiling an informal 'zine that the library is planning to catalog in its collection. If you have or know a teenager with literary leanings, tell them to ask their English teacher at school for info in the next week, or check the front desk at the Davis Branch Library, the Davis Food Co-op bulletin board, or the bulletin board at the Davis Art Center for a registration flyer. Registration is first come-first serve. The workshop is offered free of charge, thanks to support from the Friends of the Library and our friends at Poets & Writers, Inc.

While you're at it, tell those teen poets to submit to VYPER, too. The next issue will be out Dec. 13 at The Book Collector, or I'll send 'em one.

Rae also announces that the Cache Creek Preserve writing workshop has now been funded again and will resume soon, albeit on a more limited basis. Watch for info on that.


Errata

Medusa is tearing her snakey hair out about a mistake she made on the early edition yesterday (that is, on the post before I fixed it)—Susan Kelly-DeWitt's poem will be posted on Writer's Almanac on MONDAY (12/11), not Saturday (12/11) as first posted. (Thanks, sharp-eyed Jane Blue, for catching this!)


Tonight:

•••Bistro 33 Tuesday Night Series at 3rd & F Sts., Davis, in the historic city hall. Open mic sign-up begins at 8 PM, warm-up readers at around 8:30, feature at about 8:50, followed by open mic. Contact Andy Jones for more info. This event meets every Tuesday now.

•••Or head off to a special get-away: a winter holiday with an Evening of Poetry, Wine Tasting and Music, featuring jazz pianist Alan Copeland and Guest Poet Art Weil at the MiWuk Village Inn, 24680 Highway 108, Mi Wuk Village, CA 95346 (800-549-7886). Event-only guests pay $10 (proceeds to benefit California Federation of Chaparral Poets, Inc., a state-wide non-profit organization). Or you can spend the night: Single or Double Occupancy Overnight Rooms Package (includes event) starts at $99, with upgrades available to suites and luxury rooms. See website: www.MiWukVillageInn or call direct: 800-549-7886 or 209-586-3031.

Sounds like the perfect love nest! Today's Levertov poems are all about love, too:

THE ACHE OF MARRIAGE
—Denise Levertov

The ache of marriage:

thigh and tongue, beloved,
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth

We look for communion
and are turned away, beloved,
each and each

It is leviathan and we
in its belly
looking for joy, some joy
not to be known outside of

two by two in the ark of
the ache of it.

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[Well, nobody said it was easy...]

LOSING TRACK
—Denise Levertov

Long after you have swung back
away from me
I think you are still with me:

you come in close to the shore
on the tide
and nudge me awake the way

a boat adrift nudges the pier:
as I a pier
half-in half-out of the water?

and in the pleasure of that communion
I lose track,
the moon I watch goes down, the

tide swings you away before
I know I'm
alone again long since,

mud sucking at gray and black
timbers of me,
a light growth of green dreams drying.

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THE NECESSITY
—Denise Levertov

From love one takes
petal to rock and blesséd
away towards
descend,

one took thought
for frail tint and spectral
glisten, trusted
from way back that stillness,

one knew
that heart of fire, rose
at the core of gold glow,
could go down undiminished,

for love and
or if in fear knowing
the risk, knowing
what one is touching, one does it,

each part
of speech a spark
awaiting redemption, each
a virtue, a power

in abeyance unless we
give it care
our need designs in us. Then
all we have led away returns to us.

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Another fine Lady of Letters, Christina Rossetti, would've been 176 years old today. Check into www.victorianweb.org and click on "authors" to read her wonderful food-sex poem, Goblin Market. They say the lady "echewed pleasure"—as if!...

—Medusa (who rarely echews anything...)

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their poetry, photos and art, and announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)

Monday, December 04, 2006

Clothes of New Colors

SUNSET
—Rainer Maria Rilke

Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you,
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth,

leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs—

leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.

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Today would've been Ranier Maria Rilke's 131st birthday. His poetry on this post was translated by Robert Bly.

This week:

•••Tonight (12/4), 7:30 PM:
Brigit Truex, Jeanine Stevens, Charlene Ungstad and Rebecca Morrison will be reading at the Sacramento Poetry Center (HQ, 25th & R Sts., Sac). It will be a night to celebrate the Celtic, with Celtic poetry, dishes, libations, music, broadsides and photos. Bring your own Celtic poetry/stories/goodies to share—anything from Northern Europe qualifies. Open mic to follow, and refreshments. Free. All of these ladies have ties to the Snake: Jeanine has a rattlechap out (The Keeping Room); Brigit has one to come (A Counterpane Without, in February 2007); Rebecca (of "Eskimo Pie Girl" fame—see link to the right of this) had poetry in the very first Snake; and Charlene writes reviews for us from time to time. So I can vouch for them all—writers extraordinaire!

•••Tonight at 7:30 PM in Davis: The Other Voice presents Hannah Stein and rattlechapper (The Land) Susan Kelly-DeWitt at the Unitarian Universalist Church of Davis, 27074 Patwin Road in Davis. James Lee Jobe will be your host. Call 530-750-3514 for details, or go to http://uupoetry.blogspot.com for bios, sample poems, and directions. This is a free event, and after the featured poets there will be an open mic. Congrats to Susan, by the way, who will have a poem featured on Garrison Keillor's "Writer's Almanac", next Monday, December 11! Go to the following site to locate the poem on 12/11: http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/

•••Or at 7 PM in Stockton:
Poets Marie J. Ross and Elizabeth Parrish will be reading from their new chapbook, Lavender Fields, at Java Aroma/Stockton Empire Theatre (1825 Pacific Ave., Stockton, cross-street Walnut). The readers will be followed by a book-signing and open mic.

•••Another Davis reading, this time on Tuesday (12/5): Bistro 33 Tuesday Night Series at 3rd & F Sts., Davis, in the historic city hall. Open mic sign-up beginis at 8, warm-up readers at around 8:30, feature at about 8:50. Then open mic, sometimes a musical interlude. Contact Andy Jones for more info. This event meets every Tuesday now.

•••This Tuesday (12/5), a special get-away: It's kind of short notice to be hearing about it, but this week you can celebrate a winter holiday with an Evening of Poetry, Wine Tasting and Music, featuring jazz pianist Alan Copeland and Guest Poet Art Weil at the MiWuk Village Inn, 24680 Highway 108, Mi Wuk Village, CA 95346 (800-549-7886). Event-Only guests pay $10 (proceeds to benefit California Federation of Chaparral Poets, Inc., a state-wide non-profit organization). Or you can spend the night: Single or Double Occupancy Overnight Rooms Package (includes event) starts at $99, with upgrades available to suites and luxury rooms. See website: www.MiWukVillageInn or call direct: 800-549-7886 or 209-586-3031.

•••Weds. (11/29), 10 PM-midnight: Mics and Moods at Capitol Garage, 1500 K St., Sac. Features and open mic, hosted by Khiry Malik. 21 years of age and older; $5 cover. Info: 916-492-9336 or www.malikspeaks.com.

•••Weds. (12/6), 7 PM: I Began To Speak, a movie of the history of poetry in the City of Sacramento c. 1960 to 2006, features some 41 area poets who tell the story of the evolution of a single poetry community in their own voices. Produced, written and directed by Sacramento's B.L. Kennedy, with Linda Thorell as Director of Photography, Editing and Design, and funded in part by an ArtScapes Grant from the Sacramento Metropolitan Arts Commission, this unique film will premier at the legendary Crest Theatre in the heart of downtown Sacramento on Wednesday, December 6at 7 PM. Advance tickets now on sale at the Crest, 1013 K St., Sac., 916-442-5189 or sid@thecrest.com. Tickets are $10, and can also be purchased via ticket agencies like www.tickets.com—though you save on fees if you buy them directly from the Crest. (BL is a lesson to us all about how to get maximum press coverage for his projects; see a lengthy article about him and the film in last week's Sacramento News & Review, and one to come tomorrow in The Sacramento Bee.)

•••Thursday (12/7), 8 PM: Poetry Unplugged at Luna's Cafe (1414 16th St., Sac). Featured reader and open mic.

•••Thursday (12/7), 8-11 PM: Vibe Sessions at Cobbler Inn, 3520 Stockton Blvd. (next to Colonial Theater), Sac. $5, hosted by Flo-Real. Open Mic for comedians, singers, poets.

•••Sat. (12/9), 7 PM: Poems-For-All’s Second Saturday Series features
Other Voices: Thoughts from Sacramento's Left Bank; Poets read from the new limited edition set of handmade books from the Inclusionists. Poetry by the late Gene Black, as well as David Wiley, Leah Levine, Rachel Savage, Laura Llano, Be Davison-Herrera, Carol Gilbert-Wagner and Maggie Bowen Brown. That’s at The Book Collector. 1008 24th St., Sac. Info: richard@poems-for-all.com (916) 442-9295

•••Sat. (12/9), 8 PM: The ILL List III: A Poetry Slam Invitational at the State Theatre, 1307 J St., Modesto. This event will feature 10 nationally-renowned spoken word artists, many of whom have previously appeared on HBO's Def Poetry Jam. Through three rounds of original poetry, poets will match metaphors and battle rhyme for rhyme on their quest for $1000 in cash prizes! Randomly-selected judges from the audience, using Olympic-style scorecards, will award points to poets based on the strength of their poems and the quality of their performance. Audience members are strongly encouraged to root for their favorite poems, as cuts will be made after every round. Cheering, yelling, booing, hissing, whistling, and good-natured heckling are welcome and expected. Admission to this world-class literary boxing match is $15 for general admission, $12 students or $50 for front row, reserved seating, $30 second row, reserved seating. Tickets can be purchased online at www.thestate.org or at Salon Deville and Day Spa, 226 McHenry Avenue, Modesto (Cash-only location). Info: www.slamonrye.com or contact the State Theatre at (209) 527-4697.

•••Sunday (12/10), 6 PM: Manzanita poetry and prose reading held at the Barnes & Noble in Weberstown Mall, Stockton (Pacific Ave. and March Lane). Hosted by Poets Corner and Barnes & Noble, this event will feature readers who have poems published in the literary journal, Manzanita (#5). Open mic.

•••Also Sunday (12/10), 2:30-4:30 PM: Poets on the Ridge Open Mic at Juice & Java, 7067 Skyway, Paradise. Info: 530-872-9633. This event meets on the second Sunday of every month.


Snakery:

Rattlesnake Press is madly wrapping up its December, 2006 projects in the next two weeks, including a broadside (Grace Notes) from Bob Stanley; a SnakeRings SpiralChap (Poems in Two Voices) from Joseph and Susan Finkleman; VYPER! #5 (poetry journal from youngsters ages 13-19); and Rattlesnake Review #12 (poetry with fangs—an even dozen!). All of these will premier on Wednesday, December 13 at The Book Collector; be there!

And the December e-news, Snakebytes, will finish going out today; if you didn't get one and would like to, or are getting two (which is annoying), or got one and wish you hadn't, e-mail me at kathykieth@hotmail.com. And send me a poem or three while you're at it—Medusa, like the rest of us, has to eat every day. Remember: you are the future...

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YOU ARE THE FUTURE
—Rainer Maria Rilke

You are the future, the immense morning sky
turning red over the prairies of eternity.
You are the rooster-crow after the night of time,
the dew, the early devotions, and the Daughter,
the Guest, the Ancient Mother, and Death.

You are the shape that changes its own shape,
that climbs out of fate, towering,
that which is never shouted for, and never mourned for,
and no more explored than a savage wood.

You are the meaning deepest inside things,
that never reveals the secret of its owner.
And how you look depends on where we are:
from a boat you are shore, from the shore a boat.

_______________________

—Medusa

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their poetry, photos and art, and announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)

Sunday, December 03, 2006

The Heat of Midnight Tears

THE COFFER WITH THE POISONOUS SNAKE
—Mirabai

Rana sent a gold coffer of complicated ivory;
But inside a black and green asp was waiting,
“It is a necklace that belonged to a great Queen!”
I put it around my neck; it fit well.
It became a string of lovely pearls, each with a moon inside.
My room then was full of moonlight as if the full moon
Had found its way in through the open window.

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THE HEAT OF MIDNIGHT TEARS
—Mirabai

Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,
Kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.

If we could reach the Lord through immersion in water,
I would have asked to be born a fish in this life.
If we could reach Him through nothing but berries and wild nuts
Then surely the saints would have been monkeys when they came from the womb!
If we could reach him by munching lettuce and dry leaves
Then the goats would surely get to the Holy One before us!

If the worship of stone statues could bring us all the way,
I would have adored a granite mountain years ago.

Mirabai says: The heat of midnight tears will bring you to God.

_______________________

—Medusa

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their poetry, photos and art, and announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Miss Steaks Eye Kin Knot Sea

ODE TO THE SPELL CHECKER
—Anonymous

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong or write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
It's rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

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Thanks to Marie Riepenhoff-Talty for passing this on to me! Isn't the English language fascinating/complicated/frustrating? But I don't have to tell you that—you're poets! (I especially like the pea sea...)

Poets Marie J. Ross and Elizabeth Parrish will be reading from their new chapbook, Lavender Fields, this coming Monday (12/4) at 7 PM at Java Aroma/Stockton Empire Theatre (1825 Pacific Ave., Stockton, cross-street Walnut). The readers will be followed by a book-signing and open mic. Watch the upcoming issue of Rattlesnake Review (and past issues, too), for samples of Marie's work. Meanwhile, content yourself with poems from two other Stockton-environs poets: David Humphreys and Donald Anderson:

WAR CRIMES
—David Humphreys, Stockton

Thought it was cold last week but that was nothing.
It’s going to be in the twenties tonight. You remember

walking between buildings only about a hundred yards
at thirty below zero, having your uncovered head go numb,

knowing you would’ve frozen solid if you’d been caught
out in it under that star sparkling huge Colorado sky.

You wonder about the space station and if temperature
is like sound out there without gravity but you don’t

really formulate it into a question. It is like the prism in
the kitchen window, amusing but remote. The man was

testy again at this morning’s press conference. You imagine
him being helped away from the scene of a roadside bombing,

shaken and smudged with blood and dirt, hair wild and askew,
shouting “But I don’t understand, they just don’t seem to get it!”

Watched a show last night on Japan building the Bridge on the
River Kwai, how they killed so many people, mostly Asians and

POWs, close to two hundred thousand by the time they finished,
regrettable said the Japanese railway engineer who was found to be

blameless, but that’s what seems to happen in a time of war.

_______________________

How do you describe the indescribable inside?
You can feel it in water over granite,
in the pleading grunt of a bear cub looking hungrily,
in soft pillow and warm blankets in October,
in the long walk towards a cozy coffee shop in morning hours,
in the long wait for you,
in the moments we claim for ourselves,
looking into your eyes,
in the notes of a keyboard in a small room,
when it is played slow,
in the lights of a small Christmas tree that fills my heart,
in the colors of a painting that seems to connect with another sense of oneself outside of oneself,
in the air that I breathe,
and want to breathe with yours.

—Donald Anderson, Farmington

________________________

—Medusa

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their poetry, photos and art, and announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)

Friday, December 01, 2006

And Blam! It's December...

HAIKU: WINTER
—Brigit Truex, Placerville

I.
River etched in ink.
Midnight moon above snowfields,
washed with sapphire light.

II.
Five midwinter crows
strung like notes on the taut wires:
see the song take flight.

III.
Image reversal:
snow-laden fir boughs bend down,
sweep the pool of clouds.

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THE OLD POET
—Brigit Truex, Placerville

Raindrops—
tiny chimes—
fall from leaves
to the pool where a faded moon
rests among moss-green clouds.

The old poet pauses,
listening.
There is a new song
as autumn's first cricket
plays his part.

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Thanks, Brigit! Brigit Truex, Jeanine Stevens, Charlene Ungstad and Rebecca Morrison will be reading at the Sacramento Poetry Center (HQ, 25th & R Sts., Sac) next Monday, Dec. 4 at 7:30 PM. It will be a night to celebrate the Celtic, with Celtic poetry, dishes, libations, music, broadsides and photos. Bring your own Celtic poetry/stories/goodies to share—anything from Northern Europe qualifies. Open mic to follow, and refreshments. Free. All of these ladies have ties to the Snake: Jeanine has a rattlechap out (The Keeping Room); Brigit has one to come (A Counterpane Without, in February 2007); Rebecca (of "Eskimo Pie Girl" fame—see link to the right of this) had poetry in the very first Snake; and Charlene writes reviews for us from time to time. So I can vouch for them all—writers extraordinaire! (See elsewhere in this posting for tasty samples of Brigit's and Jeanine's poetry.)


Also next Monday—another one of those lollapalooza [sp?] poetry nights!:

•••7:30 PM: The Other Voice presents Hannah Stein and rattlechapper (The Land) Susan Kelly-DeWitt at the Unitarian Universalist Church of Davis, 27074 Patwin Road in Davis. James Lee Jobe will be your host. Call 530-750-3514 for details, or go to http://uupoetry.blogspot.com for bios, sample poems, and directions. This is a free event, and after the featured poets there will be an open mic.

•••7 PM:
Poets Marie J. Ross and Elizabeth Parrish will be reading from their new chapbook, Lavender Fields, at Java Aroma/Stockton Empire Theatre (1825 Pacific Ave., Stockton, cross-street Walnut). The readers will be followed by a book-signing and open mic.


And as for this weekend:

•••Tonight (Friday, 12/1), 7 PM: Terry Moore will open for Brian McKnight at the Memorial Auditorium, 1401 J St., Sac. Also featured will be LaToya London. Ticket info: www.isoundtracks.net. Watch for an interview with Terry in the next Rattlesnake Review, due out Dec. 13.

•••Then Sunday (12/3), 6 PM: PoemSpirits will present Albert Garcia & Skunk Talk. Featured poet Albert Garcia—like Merwin, Hall and Williams—writes on "ordinary wonders" of work, family and rural life with, as Gary Short wrote, “love, complexity, sadness and celebration.” Published in many literary journals, and in U.S. past-Poet Laureate [and UU] Ted Kooser’s "American Life in Poetry" column, Albert lives in Wilton, has taught English for 17 years and is Dean of the Language and Literature Division, Sacramento City College. We have invited him to bring his books, Rainshadow and Skunk Talk, to sell. Also, Nora Laila Staklis will present a brief overview of poet and essayist Carolyn Forche, famous for her anthology, Against Forgetting: Twentieth-Century Poetry of Witness, on poetic remembering of events of trauma and tragedy. Location: Unitarian Universalist Society of Sacramento Foyer/Lounge, 2425 Sierra Blvd., Sac., 2 blocks north of Fair Oaks Blvd., between Howe and Fulton Aves. Info: Tom Goff or Nora Staklis, 916-481-3312, or JoAnn Anglin, 916-451-1372. Free; snacks available; open mic: bring a poem of your own or another’s to read.

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FIREFALL
—Jeanine Stevens, Sacramento

We stood in fantasy
watching the red waterfall
tumble, roar from the summit
sparks snapping down
into Yosemite Valley,
never thinking about fire danger,
rangers below, ready
with a few water buckets.

How could we not?
Not know the simplicity,
marching into that docile crowd,
an ancient land we thought
we knew, avoiding the bigger
blaze? —leaving singed boots
to stomp out brushfires
for years to come.

_______________________

—Medusa

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their poetry, photos and art, and announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)

Thursday, November 30, 2006

The Hysterical Barking of Cats

DISTANT HOWLING
—Miroslav Holub

In Alsace,
on July 6, 1885,
a rabid dog knocked Joseph Meister down
and bit him fourteen times.

Meister was the first patient
saved by Pasteur's
vaccine, in thirteen
gradually increased doses
of weakened virus.

Pasteur died of ictus
ten years later.
Fifty years later
the watchman Meister

committed suicide
when the Germans
occupied Pasteur's Institute
including the poor dogs.

Only the virus
never got involved.

_______________________

Rockin' Thursday:

•••8 PM: Poetry Unplugged at Luna's Cafe (1414 16th St., Sac) presents Bill Gainer, Ann Menebroker and Neeli Cherkovski. Open mic.

•••7 PM: Hidden Passage Bookstore, 352 Main St., Placerville, presents Taylor Graham, reading from her award-winning book, The Downstairs Dance Floor.

•••6-8 PM: The Sacramento Poetry Center's Annual Fall fundraiser features a silent auction, raffle, food, music by Mary Zeppa and Bob Stanley, and poetry by Carol and Laverne Frith. That's $25 in advance or at the door; RSVP Sandra at 916-979-9706 or poetrynow@sacramentopoetrycenter.org. The event will be held at the home of Mimi and Burnett Miller, 1224 40th St., Sac.

•••And if that's not enough for tonight, Vibe Sessions presents Chas from LA Slam at Cobbler Inn, 3520 Stockton Blvd. (next to Colonial Theater), Sac., 8-11 PM. $5, hosted by Flo-Real. Open Mic for comedians, singers, poets.

•••
And if you're of a mind to travel farther tonight, The Writers Read Poetry Series meets at the Colored Horse Studio, 780 Waugh Lane, Ukiah, 7-9:30 PM. Tonight, Writers Read presents a special reading by seven authors whose work appears in Reads: An Anthology of Writings by The Lakeside Writers Guild. If time permits, an open mike session will follow the featured reading. Refreshments available. Donation requested. For more info: (707)275-9010 or (707)463-6989. This event is sponsored by Poets & Writers, Inc. through a grant from the James Irvine Foundation, and by Tenacity Press and Colored Horse Studio.


Terry Moore at Mem Aud tomorrow:

•••Tomorrow (Friday, 12/1), 7 PM: Terry Moore will open for Brian McKnight at the Memorial Auditorium, 1401 J St., Sac. Also featured will be LaToya London. Ticket info: www.isoundtracks.net. Watch for an interview with Terry in the next Rattlesnake Review, due out Dec. 13.


Dec. 22 deadline for love poems:

The Benicia Historical Museum is sponsoring a poetry contest with the its fifth annual Valentine’s Day celebration of the early California romance of Conception Arguello and Nikolai Rezanov. The romantic story has been told by novelist Gertrude Atherton in her novel, Rezanov, and by playwright Eve Iversen in her Voyage of the Juno. See details on the internet at http://www.nps.gov/prsf/history/bios/concep.htm or http://www.abcbookworld.com/?state=view_author&author_id=6369.

The Museum is looking for original love poems. The poems need not be about Conception and Nikolai, but can be about love and lovers in general. A charge of $5/poem is assessed to pay the judge for time and critique of your work. A check or money order, made out to BENICIA HISTORICAL MUSEUM, must accompany submission. All poems must be received by 22 December 2006 at The Benicia Historical Museum, Attn: Poetry Contest, 2060 Camel Road, Benicia, CA 94510. The poetry judge has agreed to comment on poems, which will be judged by Ida Fasel, Emerita Professor of English at the University of Colorado at Denver. Her poetry has won numerous prizes. She is a Milton specialist, a balletomane, and an angel collector. Note— Dr. Fasel will not know the identity of poets.

Provide a self-addressed, stamped envelope (SASE) with your submission. Submit up to three original poems. Revisions and additions will not be accepted once poems have been received. Original unpublished poems are sought; however, poems which poets have self-published in chapbooks are acceptable. Cite publication title in which they appear. Send two cover sheets; on cover sheet ‘A’ include poet’s name, address, phone number, and list of titles of the poem(s) attached. Cover sheet ‘B’ should list ONLY the titles of the poems attached. Submit two copies of each poem. Poet’s name or other identification may not appear on poems. Each poem should be typed on 8.5x11” paper, double or single spaced, 12 pt. type, no more than one page in length. The SASE and cover sheet A are held at the Benicia Historical Museum awaiting the judge’s comments. After the contest, your poems plus the judge’s comments will be returned to you, or you may pick up your poems at the Benicia Historical Museum after the contest. The winner will receive publicity, acclaim, a plaque and have his/her name inscribed on a trophy to be on permanent display at the Benicia Historical Museum.

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WHAT ELSE
—Miroslav Holub

What else to do
but drive a small dog
out of yourself
with a stick?

Scruff bristling with fright
he huddles against the wall,
crawls in the domestic zodiac,
limps,
bleeding from the muzzle.

He would eat out of your hand
but that's no use.

What else
is poetry
but killing that small dog
in yourself?

And all around the barking, barking,
the hysterical barking
of cats.

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THE BOMB
—Miroslav Holub

Murder in the lithosphere.
Clay burst from the rock,
fire flowed from the clay.

At the base of the crater
a naked, tender, loving
frog's heart
still beats.

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BEHIND THE HOUSE
—Miroslav Holub

Behind the house the cracked pots of human fate,
the child's scooter, wise in its old age.
On the clothesline, a cloud of elderly breath.
Nitrogen oxide. A drop of blood.

And in the shed, in a heap,
torn rags, rusted rasps and ratchets, new regrets, old quarrels
and angels.

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And Medusa sends congrats to Rattlechapper Patricia Wellingham-Jones (Voices on the Land) for winning the Palabra Productions Chapbook Contest! We'll let you know when her book comes out.

—Medusa

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their poetry, photos and art, and announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Right Back to the Roots

SOMETIMES IT ALL WORKS OUT
—William S. Gainer, Grass Valley

There’s an odd guy
that used to live around here.
He lost his tongue in the war,
had trouble communicating.
They sent him
one of those phones
for the disabled,
but it was for a blind guy,
had Braille buttons.
He had trouble
calling to complain,
had to write a letter,
“What are ya, a fucking idiot?
I don’t have a tongue,
now send over the right phone.”
I heard he became a drummer
for a punk rock band,
they thought he was into self-mutilation,
figured he'd fit right in.
They say he made lots of money,
got a tattoo,
bought himself a prosthesis.
I heard the color is almost
a perfect match.

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The irreverent Bill Gainer will read at Poetry Unplugged tomorrow night, along with Ann Menebroker and Neeli Cherkovski. That's 8 PM on Thursday at Luna's Cafe, 1414 16th St., Sac. Open mic before and after.


Tonight:

•••Weds. (11/29), 10 PM-midnight: Mics and Moods at Capitol Garage, 1500 K St., Sac. Features and open mic, hosted by Khiry Malik. 21 years of age and older; $5 cover. Info: 916-492-9336 or www.malikspeaks.com.

•••Weds. (11/29), 6 PM: The Hidden Passage poetry series meets in Placerville. This is an open mic/read-around; bring your poems or somebody else's. Address is 352 Main St., Placerville.


Calendar addition for tomorrow night:

Thursday (11/30), 7-9:30 PM: The Writers Read Poetry Series meets at the Colored Horse Studio, 780 Waugh Lane, Ukiah. This Thursday evening, Writers Read presents a special reading by seven authors whose work appears in Reads: An Anthology of Writings by The Lakeside Writers Guild. If time permits, an open mike session will follow the featured reading. Refreshments available. Donation requested. For more info: (707)275-9010 or (707)463-6989. This event is sponsored by Poets & Writers, Inc. through a grant from the James Irvine Foundation, and by Tenacity Press and Colored Horse Studio.


Get your tickets NOW:

I Began To Speak, a movie of the history of poetry in the City of Sacramento c. 1960 to 2006, features some 41 area poets who tell the story of the evolution of a single poetry community in their own voices. Produced, written and directed by B.L. Kennedy, with Linda Thorell as Director of Photography, Editing and Design, and funded in part by an ArtScapes Grant from the Sacramento Metropolitan Arts Commission, this unique film will premier at the legendary Crest Theatre in the heart of downtown Sacramento on Wednesday, December 6 at 7 PM. Advance tickets now on sale at the Crest, 1013 K St., Sac., 916-442-5189 or sid@thecrest.com. Tickets are $10, and can also be purchased via ticket agencies like www.tickets.com—though you save on fees if you buy them directly from the Crest. Limited seating, so get your tickets now!

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Here's another poem from the interesting Pascale Petit:

WHAT SHE WANTED
—Pascale Petit

What she wanted was to return
to the original rainforest

hear water pushing
through the sapwood

and leaves eating light
as she wanted to eat light.

She knew her nature
was to be water, not wood.

She knew there was a grove
of vertical rivers

of roaring waterfall-trees,
and a grove of whirlpool-trees

with vortices she could dive through,
past the hollow years of her life

right back to the roots.

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—Medusa

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their poetry, photos and art, and announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)