Home | Poem | Jokes | Games | Science | Biography | বাংলা


Travel by Design

eHow.com - How To Do Just About Everything
eHow Of The Day

Travel by Design

by Melissa Lauer

If you've been daydreaming about your travel experiences, you can find ways to evoke those memories through your home décor. Designer Christine Eisner refers to such design ideas as echoes. "They allow past experiences to have a place in your day-to-day," said Eisner, who wrote "Comfort Living: A Back-to-Basics Guide to a More Balanced Lifestyle." Including them in your design "creates a bridge that instantly transports you," she said. Los Angeles-based interior designer Erinn Valencich agreed. "Vacation generally conjures up ideas of relaxation and comfort. ... There are ways to create vignettes or destinations in your rooms to increase your enjoyment and relaxation in your home," she said. So collect your favorite memories, and get ready to be inspired by travel.…Keep reading

 

Advertisement

Featured Member Articles
You Should Follow Us!

Your Poem for August 19, 2010

Your Daily Poem logo

I love this poem. As a native Floridian, I find it a creative and hilarious description of my home state's less charming attributes. That's not to say the Sunshine State isn't a fabulous place to live, but having a New Yorker living in Retirement Paradise admit not every day is paradise is something you don't hear very often--and let's face it, "violent venereal rain" belongs in the Metaphor Hall of Fame. Inspired by all the days that aren't like this one, Joseph in retirement has turned into a poetry powerhouse; be sure to visit the YDP Poetry Cam page and watch the video about his ArtPoem project (last video entry). You should encourage a gallery in your town to do a painter/poet collaboration!

Today's poem is
 Thanks for supporting www.YourDailyPoem.com.
 
Jayne Jaudon Ferrer
 
Follow us on Twitter
Safe Unsubscribe
This email was sent to mehranuddin3.3232@blogger.com by wrdwmn@yahoo.com.
Your Daily Poem | 104 Shaw Street | Greenville | SC | 29609

DarkPoetry Poem of the Day: the pretty intricacies that make intimacy like poetry

::..

swaying like a praying sunflower, i sometimes serenade
my shadow in her mimicry of all movement; she is me.
and i shade myself again into the backlight of a room
where i was laying right there for you and ready
to cast a glow farther than a field full of fire.flight... ....

nothing notices me, in the ever and the always.
and if i am the way you looked at me then, then i am
still; constant and craved because you ached me in a glance.
entranced by the ending that almost came.
flooded and unfolded in a frail female form.
a weathered vein of love that coursed and cursed
my body, for what it wanted to give.

and to receive. to believe. is beautiful.
and i fathom you a frightful beast but only
because of the devouring nature of your kiss.

i wore a lion's mane that swept your face
and roared with the pulsing race of your heart.
white belly that absorbed the blue sheets' last quiver
at the hour of love and eyelashes dyed true.

i slenderly pretend sleep. to stay and see myself burning
now that i hold what is left of life like a lily, headhung.
pale. there was once a little place just over the spinal column
where you traced a mountain and a river
and a heaven and a space so vast; i heldfast
to the voice of what i knew. you.

you.

familiar as a star in the bodice of a goddess
and how she weightless dreamed of more than what could be.
she; you made me. glorious. seeing the ridges of the sun
and the crown of rain that trickled a lifelong autumn.... .... ...
i still hear myself as a song among your lines and lonesome
times that tell you someday soon. spy the moon.
and tempt her face down to yours.
pull her to your temples and remind me to relive us.
when those grasses shaped like girls start sunning
and stun you into silence, remind me to sing........

..................sing with my shellshaped throat.
of all the pretty intricacies that make intimacy like poetry.
of all the eruptive tips of fingers that make looms sweetly.
of all the small things that thread the heart unbearably.

and then, when i have no words left,
i can lose everything but spirit, and still have everything
that surely must have said your name.













.

http://www.darkpoetry.com/node/work/126200
---


You received this message because you have set your preferences on DarkPoetry to send this type of email. If you want to stop getting this sort of message, you should simply visit the following URL and change your preferences.

Your username is omsspoem (uid# 23204)

If you falsely report this message as spam, your account may be administratively closed.

http://www.darkpoetry.com/profile/preferences

Funny Poetrezine!

**************** Funny Poetrezine! *******************

Omss, thank you for subscribing to
"Funny Poetrezine!"

Note: You're getting this Poetrezine, because you
or someone at your home/office subscribed to it.

If this newsletter bugs the jiminis out of you,
simply scroll right to the bottom and remove
yourself from the list.

And we'll be history.:)

============= ######## =================

Published by Duncan Flynn
Copyright © 2004, All rights reserved.

PO Box 1041 ~
Maleny, Queensland
4552 Australia

Phone: 0417 721 802

============= ######## =================

Funny Poets web site - http://www.funnypoets.com

======================================

Author, Editor-in-Chief & Publisher:

Duncan Flynn email@funnypoets.com

======================================

SEND IT ON!
_______________________

Forward this to a friend and tell them they
can subscribe for free at:

http://www.funnypoets.com/freeinfo.html

======================================

FUNNY OF THE WEEK:

======================================

After my husband and I had a huge argument, we ended
up not talking to each other for days.

Finally, on the third day, he asked where one of his shirts
was.

"Oh, " I said, "So now you're speaking to me."

He looked confused,

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you noticed I haven't spoken to you for three
days?" I challenged.

"No," he said, "I just thought we were getting along."


======================================

FUNNY THOUGHT OF THE WEEK:

======================================

"Egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of
stupidity." --Frank Leahy


========================================

FUNNY POEM OF THE WEEK

Ah! remember the good old family camping trips!

========================================

THE CAMP FIRE
Copyright; Stringybark

When the heat of summer passes,
when the leaves wax red and gold,
When abating daylight hours
turn the night air crisp and cold,
This is just the time for camping
for a tough and hardy few,
Those who pack their kit and campers,
(and their friends and family too.)

Camping is a time of testing,
when young boys learn manly ways
From their wise and knowing fathers,
reminiscing childhood days.
One such group of hardy campers
tarry in a leafy glade,
Lofty forest all about them,
nestled in the dappled shade.

Just a brace of families camping
in that calm and peaceful spot,
(Soon that calm would be disrupted,
and the peace disturbed somewhat.)
Knowing fathers go exploring,
while their women set up camp,
Leaving children running feral
through the forest, cool and damp.

After quite a time at toiling,
ladies put the kettle on,
Then they sit and sip and wonder
where the hell their men have gone.
Meanwhile, in the dark'ning forest,
wise and knowing fathers find
One enormous pile of refuse
that the ranger left behind.

Thinking that they'd do a favour
for the ranger, still unseen,
Fathers' head back to the campsite
for a tank of gasoline.
When, at last, the knowing fathers
find their way back to their site,
Ladies ask them where they're off to,
and will they be back tonight?

Fathers promise they will only
be away a moment more,
They must go back to the forest
to complete a vital chore.
Ladies once more boil the billy;
call the children in for tea,
While their wise and knowing husbands
creep away with impish glee.

In the course of modern living,
what they plot would not arise,
But in verdant leafy forests,
they see things through boyhood's eyes.
With the petrol can in one hand,
and their wayward thoughts in mind,
Knowing fathers find the refuse
that the ranger left behind.

So they drown the pyre in petrol,
not sure if they've used enough,
Then they throw a lit match in it
and they wait there for the "puff".
But the refuse pile exploded,
rattling the forest floor.
Then, immediately after,
came a deep and deaf'ning roar.

Knowing fathers scurry camp-ward,
as the flames light up the night,
While their children scramble from their tents
in obvious delight.
Hardy campers stand together
as they watch the fire blaze,
Till the silhouette of fire trucks
scream up through the smoky haze.

Soon the wise and knowing fathers
get to know the ranger well,
When he gives the ultimatum;
never in his forest dwell!
Now when summer heat is over,
when the leaves are changing hue,
Nothing more our campers light,
except the backyard barbecue.

Copyright; Stringybark
http://www.funnypoets.com

======================================

"Earn a Full-time Income from Part-time Poetry!"

Want to leave your job and earn the same income
(or more) from poetry? You don't know where to start?

Find hundreds of tips and ideas from successful poets
in the exciting new e-book 'Earn a Full-time Income
from Part-time Poetry', compiled by Arcadia Flynn.

Omss, Click here to find out more:

http://www.funnypoets.com/income4poets1.htm

============= ######## =================

Wealth Skills, P.O.Box 1041, Maleny, Qld 4552, Australia

--
To unsubscribe visit:
http://getresponse.com/unsubscribe.html?x=a62b&m=Ncx&s=wGpoD&y=U&

To change your contact details visit:
http://getresponse.com/change_details.html?x=a62b&s=wGpoD&y=D&

Need Alice in Wonderland Halloween costume ideas?

Dear member of Lenny's Alice in Wonderland forum,

Have you already decided what to be for Halloween? Don't wait to long, it will be October 31th before you know it!

If you want to be a character from Alice in Wonderland, and need some inspiration, visit my brand new Alice in Wonderland costume ideas page. You'll finds lots of both general and character specific tips on how to assemble a great costume!

If you don't feel creative, you can also buy a complete costume from my webshop. There's lots to choose from: many characters, for women, men and children, in standard and in plus sizes. Or just get some of the cute costume accessories to complete your home-made costume. Remember to order in time to prevent disappointment.

Of course we would also love to see your Alice in Wonderland Halloween costumes! Send them to me and perhaps they will end up at the costume ideas page (bottom part) and serve as a source of inspiration for other visitors.
If you're having an Alice in Wonderland themed Halloween party, your party pictures are welcome too! Check this page for party ideas and this page for pictures of parties from other visitors.

Have a great Halloween!

Lenny de Rooy
webmaster of www.alice-in-wonderland.net

------------
You have received this message because you are a member of Lenny's Alice in Wonderland forum (http://www.alice-in-wonderland.net/forum). You'll only receive e-mails from me once or twice a year. However, if you don't wish to receive these kind of e-mails, let me know by replying to this e-mail.

-------------------------------------------------------
"Be what you would seem to be"--or if you'd like it put more simply--"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise."
Lewis Carroll

Visit Lenny's Alice in Wonderland site
-------------------------------------------------------

[Poetry Chaikhana] Alfred Tennyson - The Higher Pantheism

Here's your Daily Poem from the Poetry Chaikhana --

 

The Higher Pantheism

By Alfred Tennyson
(1809 - 1892)

 

The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains --
Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns?

Is not the Vision He? tho' He be not that which He seems?
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb,
Are they not sign and symbol of thy division from Him?         

Dark is the world to thee: thyself art the reason why;         
For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel 'I am I'?

Glory about thee, without thee; and thou fulfillest thy doom,
Making Him broken gleams, and a stifled splendour and gloom.

Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet --
Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

God is law, say the wise; O Soul, and let us rejoice,
For if He thunder by law the thunder is yet His voice.

Law is God, say some: no God at all, says the fool;
For all we have power to see is a straight staff bent in a pool;

And the ear of man cannot hear, and the eye of man cannot see;
But if we could see and hear, this Vision -- were it not He?

 

-- from Tennyson's Poetry (Norton Critical Editions), by Alfred Tennyson / Edited by Robert W. Hill Jr.

Amazon.com


/ Photo by tourist_on_earth /

============

Thought for the Day:

Don't make every new minute
your master.

============

Here's your Daily Music selection --


Chloe Goodchild

Sura

Listen - Purchase

More Music Selections

 

Hi Omss -

I'm back. I didn't send out poems on Friday or Monday, but what do you think of today's poem by Tennyson?

This is a poem worth reading aloud, several times. Listen to the rhythm and rhyme. Only once you've danced about with the words should you then let the meaning sift in.

Each couplet is rich with inner insight...

The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains --
Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns?


I think here the Romantics got it right: To ignore the natural world or merely dominate it, only blinds us. It is when we learn to see the living world that we glimpse the underlying Reality. This is Tennyson's "Higher Pantheism" -- that the Divine is not somehow separate or apart from creation; the Divine is revealed through the living world.

The material world is sometimes seen as a mask or a veil that obscures the Eternal. True enough, but here's the funny thing about masks-- they not only hide, they also reveal the contours of the face behind it.

Tennyson invites us to look well, and catch the gleaming eyes peering out through the mask.

Dark is the world to thee: thyself art the reason why;
For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel 'I am I'?


The world seems like an obstruction only because we ourselves -- the false projected self of the ego -- stand in the way of clear seeing. When we recognize our true Self, that which knows "I am I" a stillness and clarity of awareness results. The world is no longer seen as dark and dense and separated, but as an enlightened, interwoven whole.

Glory about thee, without thee; and thou fulfillest thy doom,
Making Him broken gleams, and a stifled splendour and gloom.


The world all around us -- and through us -- is filled with a radiant glory, but too often we don't see it. Instead of seeing that shining wholeness, the mind inserts itself into the vision and breaks it apart, dims it, stifles it so the ego can remain unchallenged by something brighter and bigger than itself.

A few thoughts.

==

Alfred, Lord Tennyson was probably the most prominent English poet of the Victorian era. He gained immense fame and renown in his own lifetime.

Alfred Tennyson was born in Lincolnshire, the fourth of twelve children. His father was a bitter clergyman, an alcoholic and drug addict, creating a dark, tense atmosphere in Alfred's upbringing.

Addiction and nervous disorders ran through the family. Two of Alfred Tennyson's siblings were institutionalized for erratic behaviors and addictions. It's said that all of the Tennyson children had at least one mental breakdown.

Alfred Tennyson began writing poetry at a young age, as did several of his brothers and sisters, as a way to find freedom from their dark home atmosphere.

Yet, despite such a difficult upbringing, Tennyson experienced ecstatic states of spiritual transcendence which he described as "a kind of waking trance -- this for lack of a better word -- I have frequently had, quite up from boyhood, when I have been all alone... All at once, as it were out of the intensity of the consciousness of individuality, the individuality itself seemed to dissolve and fade away into boundless being, and this not a confused state but the clearest, the surest of the surest... utterly beyond words -- where death was an almost laughable impossibility, the loss of personality (if so it were) seeming no extinction, but the only true life." These "trances" continued throughout his life.

His first collection of poetry was published before he was 18.

Alfred Tennyson attended university at Cambridge. There he made friends easily, where he was admired for his intelligence, his skill as a writer, for his sense of humor, and for his good looks. This was an especially happy time in the young poet's life.

During this time he became close friends with a brilliant student named Arthur Henry Hallam. Hallam later became engaged to Tennyson's younger sister, but the wedding was put off until Hallam completed his studies.

Alfred Tennyson had to abandon his studies when his father died. He refused a position in the church pressed on him by his grandfather. Living in virtual poverty on a small allowance given to him by an aunt, he determined to make his way as a poet. This was a period of great struggle for the young poet. His published poetry received brutal notices from the literary critics.

Then Hallam, Alfred's close friend, died unexpectedly while traveling in Vienna. Hallam's death, mixed in with his other life struggles, created a spiritual crisis for Alfred Tennyson. His mood and hopes collapsed. He refused to publish his poetry for nearly ten years, though he continued to write. Tennyson began an itinerant period of heavy drinking and staying with his widowed mother or with friends in London.

His friends, worried about him, finally convinced him to publish his poems again, and the resulting two volume Poems, was received with unexpectedly high praise. Alfred Tennyson was suddenly considered one of the rising stars of his generation of poets.

Subsequent publications further increased his notoriety and restored his finances. His collection of elegies to his dead friend Hallam In Memoriam lifted him to the position of the preeminent poet of his day.

Feeling that his life was on track once again, he married. His wife took over much of the day-to-day business of home and finances, freeing Tennyson to focus on his writing.

Because of his prominence, Tennyson was invited to court and he became a close friend to Queen Victoria. Tennyson succeeded Wordsworth as poet laureate. Later, after several refusals, he allowed himself to be created a baron, no longer Alfred Tennyson, but Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

The Victorian romanticism of Tennyson's poetry doesn't always match modern tastes. The language and imagery can be florid. Ideals of military heroism are often romanticized. His poetry gives voice to an imperial culture trying to rediscover what is most noble within its own identity, while at other times it serves as a reminder to reconnect with the living world of nature. Through it all, like his "trances," Tennyson's poetry uncovers moments of stillness and transcendence and underlying unity... with rhymes and turns of phrase that gently coax the awareness to follow.

Ivan

 

Share Your Thoughts on today's poem or my commentary...

 

Support the Poetry Chaikhana

Donations to the Poetry Chaikhana in any amount are always welcome. Thank you!

Click here
 
You can also support the Poetry Chaikhana, as well as the authors and publishers of sacred poetry, by purchasing some of the recommended books through the links on this site. Thank you!
A small amount each month makes a big difference. Become a voluntary Subscriber for just $2/mo.  
Help the Poetry Chaikhana reach more people. Become a Supporter for just $10/mo.

 

Poetry Chaikhana Home

New
| Books | Music | Teahouse | About | Contact
Poets by: Name| Tradition | Timeline Poetry by: Theme | Commentary


Blog | Forum | Facebook | Twitter

www.Poetry-Chaikhana.com

Poetry Chaikhana
P.O. Box 2320
Boulder, CO 80306

 

Ivan M. Granger's original poetry, stories and commentaries are Copyright © 2002 - 2010 by Ivan M. Granger.
All other material is copyrighted by the respective authors, translators and/or publishers.

============

Plain Text: If you have any difficulty reading this HTML formatted email, please let me know and I can send you plain text emails instead.

Friday Only: If you want to receive only one poem email each week, reply to this email and change the Subject to "Friday Only".

Canceling: If you wish to stop receiving this Daily Poem email from the Poetry Chaikhana, simply reply to this email and change the Subject to "Cancel".

Poetry Foundation Announces Fall 2010 Literary Series

NEWS FROM POETRY FOUNDATION

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE August 18, 2010

Poetry Foundation Announces Fall 2010 Literary Series

CHICAGO — The Poetry Foundation is pleased to announce its Fall Literary Series for 2010. The schedule features readings, talks, and interpretive performances. Highlights include “Seeing Things,” a collaboration with the Art Institute of Chicago, the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, and Hubbard Street Dance Chicago; a reading by Naomi Shihab Nye; and the 56th Annual Poetry Day with Frank Bidart.

*****

Wednesday, September 15, 6:00 pm
Poetry Off the Shelf:
Valerie Martínez and Silvia Curbelo
Jazz Showcase
Dearborn Station
806 South Plymouth Court
Free admission

Valerie Martínez is a poet, teacher, translator, playwright, librettist, editor, and collaborative artist. Her first book of poetry, Absence, Luminescent (1999), won the Larry Levis Prize and a Greenwall Grant from the Academy of American Poets. A book-length poem, Each and Her, is out this year, as is her collection of Santa Fe poems (written during her tenure as poet laureate of Santa Fe), And They Called It Horizon. Her poems have also appeared in various anthologies of contemporary poetry.

Silvia Curbelo is the author of three collections of poetry: The Geography of Leaving, The Secret History of Water, and Ambush. Among her many laurels are fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Florida Arts Council, and the Cintas Foundation. Her poems have been published in literary journals and more than two dozen anthologies. A native of Matanzas, Cuba, she lives in Tampa, Florida, where she is managing editor for Organica magazine.

Co-sponsored with the Guild Complex and Letras Latinas

*****

Thursday, September 30, 6:00 pm
Poetry Off the Shelf: Seeing Things
Franz Wright

Fullerton Hall
Art Institute of Chicago
111 South Michigan Avenue
Free admission

Through his 14 collections, Franz Wright has written sharply perceptive, keenly felt poems that attest to his ability to shape revelation from darkness and transform the past into a luminous present. Walking to Martha’s Vineyard (2003) was awarded the Pulitzer Prize. Wright has also translated poems by René Char, Erica Pedretti, and Rainer Maria Rilke. In 2008 he and his wife, Elizabeth Oehlkers Wright, co-translated a collection by the Belarusian poet Valzhyna Mort, Factory of Tears. He has received the PEN/Voelcker Award for Poetry, as well as grants and fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation, the Whiting Foundation, and the National Endowment for the Arts. Wright is currently the writer-in-residence at Brandeis.

Co-sponsored with the Art Institute of Chicago

*****

Thursday, October 14, 6:00 pm
Poetry Day: Frank Bidart

Cindy Pritzker Auditorium
Harold Washington Library Center
400 South State Street
Free admission

Now in its 56th year, Poetry Day is one of the oldest and most distinguished reading series in the country. Inaugurated by Robert Frost, Poetry Day has featured such poets as T.S. Eliot, Marianne Moore, Elizabeth Bishop, W.H. Auden, Seamus Heaney, and Adrienne Rich.

In a career spanning 30 years, Frank Bidart has established himself as one of the most original and compelling poets of his generation. Initially influenced by T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound, and later by his teacher Robert Lowell, Bidart has expanded the possibilities of poetry. He is the author of eight critically acclaimed collections, including, most recently, Desire, Star Dust, and Watching the Spring Festival (all from Farrar Straus & Giroux). Bidart won the Poetry Society of America’s Shelley Memorial Award in 1997, the Wallace Stevens Award in 2000, and the Bollingen Prize in 2007. A past chancellor of the Academy of American Poets, he has taught at Wellesley College since 1972.

Co-sponsored with the Chicago Public Library

*****

Sunday, October 24, 7:30 pm
Monday, October 25, 7:30 pm
Poetry on Stage: The Misanthrope by Molière, translated by Richard Wilbur

Richard Christiansen Studio at Victory Gardens
2433 North Lincoln Avenue
773.871.3000
Tickets $20; $10 students

Hardly a year has gone by in over two centuries that has not seen numerous productions of The Misanthrope, making it one of the most enduring comedies of all time. Richard Wilbur's translation of Molière’s comic masterpiece is in rhymed verse. We meet afresh Alceste (the title character), his friends, and his fiancée. The outspoken Alceste finds them all vain, hypocritical, and insincere, while his own comic flaw lies in considering himself flawless. Bernard Sahlins directs a cast of talented Chicago actors in this staged reading.

*****

Thursday, October 28, 6:00 pm
Poetry Off the Shelf: John Balaban and Le Pham Le

Ruggles Hall
The Newberry Library
60 West Walton Street
Free admission

John Balaban is the author of 12 books of poetry and prose, including four volumes that together have won the Academy of American Poets’ Lamont prize, been selected for the National Poetry Series, and earned two nominations for the National Book Award. His Locusts at the Edge of Summer: New & Selected Poems won the 1998 William Carlos Williams Award from the Poetry Society of America. In 2003 he was awarded a John Simon Guggenheim Fellowship. Balaban is a translator of Vietnamese poetry and a past president of the American Literary Translators Association, as well as a poet-in-residence and professor of English in the creative writing program at North Carolina State University in Raleigh.

Born in Vietnam, Le Pham Le attended the University of Pedagogy in Saigon, where she earned a BA in Vietnamese language and literature. After teaching high school for five years, she left her country with her family during the fall of South Vietnam. Her first publication is a bilingual collection of Vietnamese poems entitled Gio Thoi Phuong Nao/From Where the Wind Blows (Vietnamese International Poetry, 2003).

*****

Thursday, November 4, 6:00 pm
Poetry Off the Shelf: Seeing Things
Naomi Shihab Nye

Fullerton Hall
Art Institute of Chicago
111 South Michigan Avenue
Free admission

Naomi Shihab Nye has spent 35 years traveling the world, leading workshops, and inspiring students of all ages. Nye was born to a Palestinian father and an American mother and grew up in St. Louis, Jerusalem, and San Antonio. Her numerous books of poetry include You & Yours (a best-selling poetry book of 2006). Other works include seven prize-winning poetry anthologies for young readers. A collection of poems for young adults, Honeybee, won the 2008 Arab American Book Award in the Children’s/Young Adult category. Nye has held fellowships from the Lannan and Guggenheim Foundations as well as the Library of Congress. In January 2010 she was elected to the board of chancellors of the Academy of American Poets.

Co-sponsored with the Art Institute of Chicago

*****

Sunday, November 14, 4:00 pm
Poetry Off the Shelf:
Thomas Lynch: Bodies in Motion and at Rest

Thorne Auditorium
Northwestern University School of Law
375 East Chicago Avenue
312.494.9509 or www.chicagohumanities.org
Tickets $5; free for students and teachers with ID
Tickets go on sale to Chicago Humanities Festival members on Tuesday, September 7, and to the general public on Monday, September 20

Lynch is the author of three collections of poems and three books of essays. A book of stories, Apparition & Late Fictions, and a new collection of poems, Walking Papers, were published this year. His work has also appeared in the Atlantic, Granta, the New York Times, the Times of London, the New Yorker, and Paris Review. Lynch lives in Milford, Michigan, where he has been the funeral director since 1974, and in Moveen, County Clare, Ireland. He reads from his work and reflects on his unusual perspective as poet and undertaker, and what this duality brings to his writing. After the reading, Lynch will be interviewed by the president of the Poetry Foundation, John Barr.

Co-sponsored with the Chicago Humanities Festival

*****

Friday, December 3, 6:00 pm
Poetry Off the Shelf: Seeing Things
Idylls of the King

Fullerton Hall
Art Institute of Chicago
111 South Michigan Avenue
Free admission

British photographer Julia Cameron’s 19th-century tableaux of Tennyson’s Idylls of the King are brought to life with images, verse, and music. Actor/playwright Christopher Cartmill directs and performs, assisted by actor Mary Ernster.

Co-sponsored with the Art Institute of Chicago

*****

Sunday, December 12, 7:30 pm
Monday, December 13, 7:30 pm
Poetry on Stage
Under Milk Wood
by Dylan Thomas

Richard Christiansen Studio at Victory Gardens
2433 North Lincoln Avenue
773.871.3000
Tickets $20; $10 students

Just a month before his tragic death at age 39, Dylan Thomas completed this radio play about a town called Llareggub (say it backwards). The inhabitants of this small Welsh town by the sea are, to say the least, a colorful bunch of eccentrics who, in a work of great poetic beauty, decide to cordon off Llareggub from the “sane world.” Bernard Sahlins directs a cast of talented Chicago actors in this staged reading.

FORWARD TO A FRIEND »

CONTACT

POETRY FOUNDATION
444 North Michigan Avenue
Chicago, IL 60611
312.799.8065
Media Contact: Kristin Esch

ABOUT THE POETRY FOUNDATION

The Poetry Foundation, publisher of Poetry magazine, is an independent literary organization committed to a vigorous presence for poetry in our culture. It exists to discover and celebrate the best poetry and to place it before the largest possible audience. The Poetry Foundation seeks to be a leader in shaping a receptive climate for poetry by developing new audiences, creating new avenues for delivery, and encouraging new kinds of poetry through innovative literary prizes and programs.

Follow the Poetry Foundation and Poetry on Facebook or on Twitter.