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Poetry reading coming up!

April is National Poetry Month, and once again the North Shore Poets’ Forum is celebrating with readings by the winners of its annual Naomi Cherkofsky contest followed by open mic on Saturday, April 16, 11 a.m., at the Beverly Public Library.

Just to keep you posted, we had a fantastic meeting last week. Melissa Varnavas presented a program on inspiration which was, well, inspiring! Many of those present came up with some pretty great raw material for polished poems. As Melissa reminded us, quoting Thomas Edison, I think, genius is 10 percent inspiration and 90 percent work.

And, all of us at the meeting hope you will join us for the annual Poetry Reading next month, which is National Poetry Month. The Forum’s event is always a great time — a time for sharing poetry, food and friendship.  We look forward to greeting you there.

Updates from the Forum

 Our next meeting is Saturday, March 19, at the Beverly Public Library, 11 a.m. to 1 or 2 p.m. Melissa Varnavas will  give a workshop about finding your creative inspiration. 

Melissa received her MFA in poetry last summer and is full of fresh ideas and breadth of knowledge. She had given a terrific program this fall on imagery. Here’s hoping you will all come.

We expect to have time to have gentle critiques of one another’s poetry, so bring along a pesky poem or two to share.

This has been a tough winter, both in terms of raging weather and of personal losses. I offer two poems for contemplation — one that shows anger with, the other acceptance of, the end of things.

The following poem speaks specifically about the poet’s father, but it is universal in its plea…

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

     by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

….

This next poem is so quiet, with the repetitions reminiscent of prayer.

Let Evening Come

By Jane Kenyon

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.

Missing Gertrude

In addition to our friend Amy Dengler, we recently lost our good friend Gertrude Callis, for whom there will be a memorial service on Saturday, March 12, 2011, at 10 a.m., at the Swampscott Church of Spiritualism, Burrill Street, Swampscott. 

Her family invites you to join them.

The church is next to the Swampscott Public Library and across the street from the Swampscott Fire Station.

Melissa Varnavas is writing a poem to be published soon in this blog in memory of Gertrude, who gave to new poets and new members the encouragement to stand up and be heard. Those of us who knew her feel lucky, even while we miss her.

Gertrude has not been coming to meetings much in the last few years because of failing health. Mostly, she just didn’t want to be a bother to anyone. She hated to talk about her ailments, wanted nothing to do with doctor-talk or health advisories. She was a stubborn, proud, independent, feisty woman with a sweet, soft voice and a huge heart.

When you looked up, there she was — in your corner, smiling and sending good wishes your way.

Thanks, Gertrude.

Remembering Amy

UPDATE: one more poem added, from Marcia Molay.

The North Shore Poets’ Forum gathered at the Beverly Public Library on Saturday, Feb. 19, for its usual February meeting, but with a different plan than usual: we would spend part of the time remembering our dear friend Amy Dengler, who died the week before.

Some of our members had gone to the Celebration of her Life the prior Thursday morning in Gloucester, and were able to share the beauty of the service, which was planned entirely by Amy.

“I felt as though Amy was my hostess,” said Beverlee Barnes about the care and attention to detail evident throughout, which was typical of the graciousness intrinsic to Amy.

Claire Keyes had felt a tiny bit reconciled to Amy’s death when various people chosen by Amy read some of her poems. Keyes then led Forum members in reading from Amy’s book “Between Leap and Landing,” so that we all would know Amy is always with us — in our memories and in her poems. (See some excerpts from her book on this website under “Introducing Amy Dengler.”)

Amy had also put together another volume of poetry, which we are hoping to receive soon and share with some of you, if her family permits. In the meantime, here is one of Amy’s poems that was read at the celebration of Amy’s life, which Roberta Hung has forwarded.

Valentine

It was only a button, a device

to fasten one side to another yet

it kept reminding me that my winter coat

was missing its middle fastener.  The coat,

still draped over the kitchen chair,

was one button short, brown thread trailing

from the empty space like a memo:

get to this soon.  Instead

I wore the blue jacket with the zipper.

On Wednesday while I was out,

he found the sewing kit, brown thread, a needle,

and reattached the button, size of a quarter

and made of bone or horn or something durable

that didn’t mind fingers, didn’t mind the in and out

of its intention, didn’t mind the simple work

of holding things together.

 

                                                            February 2008

                                                            Amy Dengler

……………………..

 Here is a poem by Roberta that she shared with Amy and the other Forum members at our annual summer outing in Gloucester:

 

Shelf Life

 My bulging bookshelf threatens to mutiny

      against the crowded conditions.

Some amigos will have to go

      where expatriots get sent.

I hope they’ll be valued in their new homes.

 …

A fellow poet recently humbled to Amy Dengler.

He’d paid a pittance at a resale

      for her book, Between Leap and Landing.

His apologia suggested that he rescued it

      from landing in the fire.

 …

Personally, I think it leapt to a new shelf

      to set more hearts aflame.

Good books are like the phoenix.

Amy, mon amie, my copy is a signed keepsake

      of a lovely mentor and friend.

                                                             4/17/10

                                                            Roberta Hung

 

And, we also have the poem to which Roberta is referring, by Lee Eric Freedman:

 
 

 

 

 

AMY AT ANY PRICE
                                          For Amy Dengler

I purchased your book, Amy Dengler.
On Saturday, the final day of             
Swampscott Public Library’s used book sale
when all remaining titles are
reduced to 10¢ apiece.
… 
Shelved in the section “Poetry & Essays”
among copies of Mary Oliver, Charles Simic,
Vincent Ferrini and Czeslaw Milosz,
Between Leap and Landing
lands in my hands.
… 
I shudder, when upon examination
the cover price reveals itself: $8.95.
A sargasso sense of guilt—
should I tell you what I paid?
Will you demand restitution?
Call your lawyer?
 …
Could you please autograph it for me?
I try to laugh it off
but comedy begets tragedy begets fear,
like biting one’s tongue,
that familiar salty blood taste.
 …
Look at it this way my poet friend
I rescued your book.
Snatched it from the fiery furnace
the great maw of death
delivered it from the killing floor.
 …
Please forgive me Amy,
at any price
your poems leap into my hands, enter my heart.
Your skein of geese
going somewhere.

 (© 11/16/2009: Lee Eric Freedman, Tin Box Poets – Swampscott, MA) 

A Remembrance of Amy Dengler
          By Marcia Molay

Amy wrote poetry that made you smile.
There was a message but it never
hammered you; instead it made you aware
of daily tasks as you use simple kitchen tools…
a mixer, a chair, a spoon to lick.

She teased that she wrote about
the usual poet’s themes: crows, the moon,
utensils, family.  Despite her persistent,
recurrent illness, she wrote poetry that
delighted and read them with a soft,
soothing voice that made us smile back at her.

Her generosity was legend.  Encouraging
less experienced writers was part of her character.
No worry about who would shine,
she helped, based on her long experience with words
and her intuition about what the new poet
could absorb.
 … 

 
 
Amy was a blessing to those of us who knew her. We wish her well on her new journey. CKO


Goodbye to a dear friend

Amy Dengler is one of our featured poets (see her poems on this blog), and she has proven herself over and over again to be both a wonderful poet and a wonderful woman. Those of us who were lucky enough to share some time on this earth with her are all very sad to learn that Amy died this weekend.

I refer you to her obituary in the Gloucester Times.  We will miss her so much.

Holiday party tomorrow

So, I should have said something sooner! So, sue me!

Tomorrow is the combined North Shore Poets’ Forum, Mass. State Poetry Society annual Holiday Party. It will be held at the Beverly Public Library, in the Sohier Program Room, from 11 a.m. to 2 or 3 or whatever! It’s always a good time, so I hope you can come. We have lots of good food, courtesy of the members (please bring a little something), a great program authored by Jeanette Maes, president, a Yankee Swap, with anonymous gifts. The gift-givers are encouraged to write an anonymous poem that describes the contents of their wrapped present. The “most apt” poem is eligible for a prize of $10. It isn’t meant to be a poetic masterpiece, just good fun!

Also, the winners of the Mass State’s annual holiday contest (it has a more official name!) will be announced.

Hope you can join us!

Do you know artists who need affordable housing?

As a friend of mine said, aren’t all artists poor? Of course not, but still, a lot of young ones and many middle-aged to old ones could really use some affordable housing. I will soon be working for a company that is trying to find some struggling artists to rent affordable units to in Lowell, Mass.

The development company Trinity Financial is transforming an old mill in that city and creating 130 units, with preference given to artists. The management company is right now looking for artists to live in these apartments, due to be ready in April. There will be a panel to determine if, indeed, you are an artist, although they will not judge your art as art. Also, one must pass certain income qualifications.

All artists — visual, musical, written word, and everyone working in whatever mediums — are invited to submit applications. If you are interested or know anyone who is, just look  online for lots more information — the big windows, the art display areas, the various sized apartments, and more — at the Appleton Mills project, www.liveappletonmills.com

Summer outing included great food

Someone has said that poets love food, and that was proved true on Saturday when the Mass State Poetry Society met under the trees at the Saugus Iron Works for the annual summer outing. Of course, the poetry was wonderful, as usual. And, I heard the program was terrific. Unfortunately, I arrived too late for that.
But, I arrived just in time for the great food. I love other people’s salads, of which there were a number, from green to various pasta types. Somehow, other people’s salads always taste divine, while mine bore me. And, there were tasty seafood rolls, too, and then dessert, so yummy. Those chocolate brownies that Mary Ellen Letarte baked were my favorites, since I’m a chocolate nut, while she loved someone else’s cookies. She’s probably used to her own goodies.
Anyway, Susan Namet shared a recipe for Broccoli Oriental Cole Slaw, which isn’t hers but which she got from someone else so many years ago she can’t remember.

1 ( 1lb) package broccoli slaw mix

2 packages Ramen Oriental Noodle soup (chicken) uncooked

1 cup toasted slivered almonds

1 cup sunflower seeds (I didn’t use these)

1 bunch scallions, chopped

1 large red pepper, chopped

1 cup cranraisins

Dressing

Mix in blender

3/4  cup canola oil

1/3 cup sugar

1/3 cup cider vinegar

1 packet soup seasoning from Ramen soup package

Crush noodles and mix with almonds. Mix slaw ,scallions, and red pepper. About 20 minutes or half hour before serving, mix all together. Everything can be prepared in advance and then assembled

So, here’s hoping this little food for thought engenders a poetic masterpiece.

National Poetry Day Contest

The deadline is fast approaching for the Mass. State Poetry Society’s annual National Poetry Day Contest. It’s Aug. 1, so hurry up and get your poems typed up and sent by that date.

Maybe some of you entered the National Federal of State Poetry Societies‘ annual contest. I did, and according to its website they will post the winners soon. Can’t wait. I haven’t entered in years and years, because I’ve been so busy and distracted and stressed and lacking in self-confidence. The latter is still true, but I’m happy to say I quit my job at the newspaper after 13 years and look forward to a better, less stressful and more lucrative life! Here’s my goodbye editorial to the readers of the Danvers Herald, in case you’re interested.

It is almost August, which is my favorite month. But, July 4 is  almost my favorite day, with its summer sun high and hot and the day long with seasonal celebrations.

The weather has been glorious, with gusts of wind rippling the leaves into applause for so much beauty. I am very happy, and I hope all the poets and poetry lovers/likers reading this are, too.

Best wishes in the contests! But, you can’t win unless you enter, as the Lottery hawkers say.

Summer outing in Gloucester

Fitz Hugh Lane House
Fitz Hugh Lane House in Gloucester

At our May meeting, we decided to have a summer outing at the Fitzhugh Lane house in Gloucester. It’s very pretty. Look for the hill on Rogers Street, I think, not too big, but prominent overlooking the harbor. It’s not very far from the center. You’ll find it, and if not right away, I have found the Gloucester folk to be very helpful! Then, just find a parking spot and climb on up.

We are gathering at 11 a.m. on Saturday, June 19. Bring a lawn chair and some poems to share. Then, when we get hungry, we’ll go to the little restaurant nearby for sandwiches.

Hope to see you!