Friday, December 5 200810:00pm
The Poetry Project
Hey, What’s All The Hooplah? Featuring musicians and performers who frequent Feral Foster’s
Wednesday night Roots n’ Ruckus stage at the Jalopy Theater in Red Hook:
www.myspace.com/rootsnruckusfolkmusicinnewyork.com
Music and performances by Elizabeth Devlin:
www.myspace.com/elizabethdevlin
Frank Hoier:www.myspace.com/frankhoierhttp://www.frankhoier.com/
John Houxwww.myspace.com/johnhoux & more
TBASt. Mark's Church131 East 10th Street @ Second Avenue
$8; $7 students & seniors; $5 members
http://www.poetryproject.com/ cf@poetryproject.com
212.674.0910
Subways: N/Q/R/W/4/5/6 to 14th St – Union Square,
or L to 1st or 3rd Ave.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
WORDS OF WISDOM
Now is the time to write a story or read a poem which will encourage a sagging spirit.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
WORDS OF WISDOM
Imagination and fiction makeup more than three quarters of our real life.
~Simone Weil, French Philosopher (1909-1943)
~Simone Weil, French Philosopher (1909-1943)
Friday, November 21, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Reading
POETRY PROJECT
OPEN READING
DECEMBER 1ST, 2008 AT 8PM (Sign-in at 7:45pm)
@ St. Marks Church
131 E. 10th St. @ 2nd Avenue
Subway: 6 to Astor Place
OPEN READING
DECEMBER 1ST, 2008 AT 8PM (Sign-in at 7:45pm)
@ St. Marks Church
131 E. 10th St. @ 2nd Avenue
Subway: 6 to Astor Place
Friday, November 14, 2008
WORDS OF WISDOM
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy;
for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die
to one life before we can enter another.
~Anatole France, French Novelist (1844-1924)
DON'T FORGET!
November 16, 2008 5pm
Caroline Crumpler's World of Poetry
@ the Bowery Poetry Club
308 Bowery @ Bleeker
for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die
to one life before we can enter another.
~Anatole France, French Novelist (1844-1924)
DON'T FORGET!
November 16, 2008 5pm
Caroline Crumpler's World of Poetry
@ the Bowery Poetry Club
308 Bowery @ Bleeker
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
POETRY READING
Sunday, November 16 2008
5:00pm
World of Poetry
Caroline Crumpacker's World of Poetry
The Bowery Poetry Club
308 Bowery @ Bleecker
$5 www.bowerypoetry.com
212-614-0505
Subway: F to Second Avenue,
6 to Bleecker
Monday, November 10, 2008
Commentary
There's always something to write about no matter how hard the times get. A timeless book 'The Grapes of Wrath' was written during the dust bowl migration to California. There have been countless other books which have been written during the perilous times of our history.
Often during these times, interest is usually piqued. There's uncertainty, questions, doubt, fear, hopelessness, and pessimism. It is also a time when hope, joy, opportunity and thankfulness can be sought and found. I see visions of hope and opportunity during these economic hard times. We've been through them before; we will get through this one. In the meantime we writers can bring hope and joy and thankfulness with our pen and pad.
Let's not let difficulty and hard times drive us to despair. Let's bring a message of hope that things will get better. Let us be thankful for what we have. Let's bring joy and happiness with our words.
Often during these times, interest is usually piqued. There's uncertainty, questions, doubt, fear, hopelessness, and pessimism. It is also a time when hope, joy, opportunity and thankfulness can be sought and found. I see visions of hope and opportunity during these economic hard times. We've been through them before; we will get through this one. In the meantime we writers can bring hope and joy and thankfulness with our pen and pad.
Let's not let difficulty and hard times drive us to despair. Let's bring a message of hope that things will get better. Let us be thankful for what we have. Let's bring joy and happiness with our words.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
WORDS OF WISDOM
Nobody can assume that, to a writer, everything is off limits.
~Anne Beattie, American Writer (b.1947)
~Anne Beattie, American Writer (b.1947)
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
POETRY READING
Friday, November 7 2008 6:00pm
Son of a Pony!
Guerilla Lit, with Brian Townsley, direct from Los Angeles
+ the best open mike in NYC (arrive by 5.45pm to sign up.
Limited open mike, about 20 spots, 3 minutes each)
Hosted by Kathi Georges
The Cornelia Street Cafe
29 Cornelia Street (West 4th/Bleecker Street)
$7 includes 1 free drink
www.corneliastreetcafe.com
kgeokat@mac.com
212-989-9319
Subway: A/C/E/B/D/F/V to West 4th
or 1/9 to Christopher Street/Sheridan Square
Son of a Pony!
Guerilla Lit, with Brian Townsley, direct from Los Angeles
+ the best open mike in NYC (arrive by 5.45pm to sign up.
Limited open mike, about 20 spots, 3 minutes each)
Hosted by Kathi Georges
The Cornelia Street Cafe
29 Cornelia Street (West 4th/Bleecker Street)
$7 includes 1 free drink
www.corneliastreetcafe.com
kgeokat@mac.com
212-989-9319
Subway: A/C/E/B/D/F/V to West 4th
or 1/9 to Christopher Street/Sheridan Square
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Funny Poem
Making Memories
© By Krystal J. Ogans
I've been around the world.
I've observed the expansive Grand Canyon,
the towering Pyramids,the lonely Eiffel Tower,
the exotic Rainforest,and my own backyard.
I comfort and encourage you,as I travel with you,
like a sole passenger,
that can not be forgotten.
I capture great, fantastic, magical, things,
and stockpile them deep within me.
I produce memories,and hoard them,
just so you can hunt them out later.
I've been dropped,sat on,and stroked with small, sticky, children's fingers,
and nevertheless I do everything you ask.
And even if you misplace me on occasion,
when you unearth me,you spend time with me.
I can erase your old memories,even as you create new ones.
I am worn around your neck like the finest luxury jewels.
I am aCamera
© By Krystal J. Ogans
I've been around the world.
I've observed the expansive Grand Canyon,
the towering Pyramids,the lonely Eiffel Tower,
the exotic Rainforest,and my own backyard.
I comfort and encourage you,as I travel with you,
like a sole passenger,
that can not be forgotten.
I capture great, fantastic, magical, things,
and stockpile them deep within me.
I produce memories,and hoard them,
just so you can hunt them out later.
I've been dropped,sat on,and stroked with small, sticky, children's fingers,
and nevertheless I do everything you ask.
And even if you misplace me on occasion,
when you unearth me,you spend time with me.
I can erase your old memories,even as you create new ones.
I am worn around your neck like the finest luxury jewels.
I am aCamera
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