OCT11
Book Launch Bring the Rising Home by Mike Jenkins
Public
· Hosted by Workers Gallery & Workshops
Voices on the Bridge – The Lull!
Sylvia
Sylvia
Doors closed today darkness descends
Another link with family chains
Of affinity and a past with no ends
I remember your eyes no pretence
Our father’s brothers
Surviving active war service
Your father died too young
Disease ridden housing
TB a virulent strain
In homes for heroes
My father remained
Grieving in his silence
Listening now
Part’s The Angels
While others sleep
In darkness I weep
It was that familiarity
When we met
Immediate recognition
Unmistakeable connections
I watched you laugh
In Catford Dogs
The days in the village
During summer breaks
You loved my dad
In the absence of your father
Both of you laughing
A shared understanding
You shared his eyes
The brilliance of smiles
Before laughter came through
I was not told of your leaving
A break in itself
No vigil
No wake
No gathering
Just afterwards
I knew your eyes were mine too
A recognition
Unspoken.
Dreamtigers
Raiding the archive! Rediscovered “Dreamtigers” Jorge Luis Borges $1.95. Bargain Gotham Book Mart!
Now on with late night reading until the pils kick in…
Remembrance
I wonder whether acknowledgement should be made with a National Day of Recognition for those who were killed, maimed and families left to survive industrial accidents like the Cambrian mine disaster 17th May 1965 and, of course, Aberfan 21 October 1966 and so very many more.
A night to set your feet tapping!
Great poetry for our times!
The money raised from this book helped to fund this homeless women’s centre – http://www.downtownwomenscenter.org/ending_homelessness
Measuring the Weight of Clouds
Source: Measuring the Weight of Clouds
Indyfest
Looking forward to reading with the Red Poets – looks like a great day!
Children’s Games – Remember?
“The literature of childhood abounds with evidence that the peaks of a child’s experience are not visits to the cinema, or even family outings to the sea, but occasions when he escapes into places that are disused and overgrown and silent. To a child there is more joy in a rubbish tip than a flowery rockery, in a fallen tree than a piece of statuary, in a muddy track than a gravel path.”
Iona Opie, Children’s Games in Street and Playground: Chasing, Catching, Seeking, Hunting, Racing, Dueling, Exerting, Daring, Guessing, Acting, and Pretending
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