Posts Tagged ‘ reading ’

Of Being Numerous by George Oppen

pure joy of the mineral fact, says dmf, who blogs at synthetic zero

George Oppen reads at https://media.sas.upenn.edu/pennsound/authors/Oppen/Oppen-George_02_Of-Being-Numerous_Complete-Reading-at-Berkeley_Broadcast-by-KPFA_08-22-68.mp3

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Ada Limón — The Poetry Center at Smith College

 

ADA LIMÓN

Tuesday, September 25, 2018
7:30pm, Weinstein Auditorium, Wright Hall

Source: Ada Limon — The Poetry Center at Smith College

The Charter Oak Readings: Sun. Sept. 9, 3pm: Found It!

Sun. Sept. 9, 3pm: Found It!

Sunday September 9, 3PM —

Found It!

A reading to celebrate the publication of Unlocking the Word: An Anthology of Found Poetry (Lamar University Literary Press, 2018), featuring editor Jonas Zdanys and various contributors doing short readings…

Readers include Vivian Shipley, David Leff, Laura Altshul, Thomasina Levy, Jennifer Glick, Sherri Bedingfield, Sharon Chace, Pamela Guinan, Kathy Douglas, James Finnegan, and others.

Reading starts with an Open Mike.
Note: Theme of the open mike is Found Poetry, but other work may be read.

Charter Oak Cultural Center
21 Charter Oak Avenue
Hartford, CT 06106

Free event.

http://charteroakreadings.blogspot.com/

For more info contact—
Jim
JforJames@aol.com
860.508.2810

 

Source: The Charter Oak Readings: Sun. Sept. 9, 3pm: Found It!

TRINITY STAR TRINITY – KATY BOHINC on Vimeo

Susan Howe and Anne Carson – YouTube

What a stupendous pairing!! Thanks, to dmf.

Srinivas Mandavilli at Speaking of Poetry Episode 40 – YouTube

PennSound: Hugh MacDiarmid

The Watergaw*

 

One wet, early evening in the sheep-shearing season
I saw that occasional, rare thing —
broken shaft of a rainbow with its trembling light
Beyond the downpour of the rain
And I thought of the last, wild look you gave
Before you died.

 

The skylark’s nest was dark and desolate,
My heart was too
But I have thought of that foolish light
Ever since then
And I think that perhaps at last I know
What your look meant then.

 

 

Ae weet forenicht i the yow-trummle
I saw yon antrin thing.
A watergaw wi its chitterin licht
Ayont the on-ding;
An I thocht o the last wild look ye gied
Afore ye deed!

 

There was nae reek i the laverock’s hoose
That nicht-an nane i mine;
But I hae thocht o that foolish licht
Ever sin syne;
An I think that mebbe at last I ken
What your look meant then.

 

*In MacDiarmid’s words: “A watergaw is a broken rainbow, a broken shaft of a rainbow that you can see sometimes between clouds — not a complete arc, the broken shaft of the rainbow.”

Scottish Poets Hugh MacDiarmid and Sorley MacLean in Correspondence

Hugh MacDiarmid reads “The Watergaw”, The Glass of Pure Water”, and other poems at PennSound:

 

Source: PennSound: Hugh MacDiarmid

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