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Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Dear all,

This is a hearty invitation to join us on Thursday, October 17 @ 1:00 - 2:20 NSH206 for a poetry reading by Danny Earl Simmons.  Dan is a local poet, a friend of the LBCC Poetry Club, and an active member of the Albany Civic Theater.  His poems have been published in a variety of presses including Big River Poetry Review, Grey Sparrow, Northwind, and Strong Verse.  This reading in part celebrates his new collection: Dancing the Allergic Swim.

Join us!  And please invite your students (if you'd like more info please contact me).  

Here's one of Dan's poems from Dancing:


Poet

He was always the kid who stayed up late
after marshmallows and scary stories.
He'd sit there for hours, entranced
by the deepest red of the campfire, 
soaking-in the heat.  He'd watch sparks
escape and turn into stars against the black 
mountain sky like red-hot secrets taking flight.
Before long, he'd find himself huddled
against the edge, eyes burning,
overcome by the heat of the moment,
focused on nothing but the wiggle of the flames
and the wavy hot glow of the smolder.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
This is just a quick reminder of the PoetryWall at the LBCC Library. Our library is sponsoring the space (next to the Library Reading Room) and the materials (whiteboards and pens) and our Poetry Club is providing themes and recording and archiving your submissions.  What we need is YOU and your "gaiety of language."  Consider it poetry improv and bring your classes.  Or drop by yourself.  It's fun!!!  This week's theme: Curiosity....

Here's a little gem from e.e. cummings:

since feeling is first
who pays any attention 
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approve,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers.  Don't cry
-- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis