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Winklings Literary Weekly - 10/12/08

This column will be posted every Sunday. There will be the Featured Poet Laureate, Featured Classic Poet, Featured Form, Winklings accomplishments and what is going on at winklings, and a Featured Winkling's member. Please message me privately if you wish to have something placed in this column. Advertisements for contests hosted by winklings will go in this contest as well. So please message me with any contests you are hosting.
 

     

    Featured Poet Laureate

     

     

    Billy Collins - US Poet Laureate 2001

     

    Billy Collins was born in New York City in 1941. He is the author of several books of poetry, including Ballistics (2008), She Was Just Seventeen (2006), The Trouble with Poetry (2005); Nine Horses (2002); Sailing Alone Around the Room: New and Selected Poems (2001); Picnic, Lightning (1998); The Art of Drowning (1995), which was a finalist for the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize; Questions About Angels (1991), which was selected by Edward Hirsch for the National Poetry Series; The Apple That Astonished Paris

     

    http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/278

     

    Fishing on the Susquehanna in July

    by Billy Collins

    I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
    or on any river for that matter
    to be perfectly honest.

    Not in July or any month
    have I had the pleasure--if it is a pleasure--
    of fishing on the Susquehanna.

    I am more likely to be found
    in a quiet room like this one--
    a painting of a woman on the wall,

    a bowl of tangerines on the table--
    trying to manufacture the sensation
    of fishing on the Susquehanna.

    There is little doubt
    that others have been fishing
    on the Susquehanna,

    rowing upstream in a wooden boat,
    sliding the oars under the water
    then raising them to drip in the light.

    But the nearest I have ever come to
    fishing on the Susquehanna
    was one afternoon in a museum in Philadelphia

    when I balanced a little egg of time
    in front of a painting
    in which that river curled around a bend

    under a blue cloud-ruffled sky,
    dense trees along the banks,
    and a fellow with a red bandanna

    sitting in a small, green
    flat-bottom boat
    holding the thin whip of a pole.

    That is something I am unlikely
    ever to do, I remember
    saying to myself and the person next to me.

    Then I blinked and moved on
    to other American scenes
    of haystacks, water whitening over rocks,

    even one of a brown hare
    who seemed so wired with alertness
    I imagined him springing right out of the frame.

     

     


     

    Featured Classical Poet

     

    Langston Hughes

     

    James Langston Hughes was born February 1, 1902, in Joplin, Missouri. His parents divorced when he was a small child, and his father moved to Mexico. He was raised by his grandmother until he was thirteen, when he moved to Lincoln, Illinois, to live with his mother and her husband, before the family eventually settled in Cleveland, Ohio. It was in Lincoln, Illinois, that Hughes began writing poetry. Following graduation, he spent a year in Mexico and a year at Columbia University. During these years, he held odd jobs as an assistant cook, launderer, and a busboy, and travelled to Africa and Europe working as a seaman. In November 1924, he moved to Washington, D.C. Hughes's first book of poetry, The Weary Blues, was published by Alfred A. Knopf in 1926. He finished his college education at Lincoln University in Pennsylvania three years later. In 1930 his first novel, Not Without Laughter, won the Harmon gold medal for literature.

    http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/83

     

     

    What happens to a dream deferred?

    Does it dry up

    like a raisin in the sun?

    Or fester like a sore--

    And then run?

    Does it stink like rotten meat?

    Or crust and sugar over--

    like a syrupy sweet?

    Maybe it just sags

    like a heavy load.

    Or does it explode?

     

    Pasted from <http://www.cswnet.com/~menamc/langston.htm>

     

     


     

    Featured Form

     

    Ottava Rima

    A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in
    the following rhyme:

    one octive poem. abababcc
    two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff
    three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii

    ...so on and so on

    Example:

    He is There

    When sorrow lies entrenched within your heart
    And doubts, like ocean waves, around you churn,
    When chaos reigns o’er life and won’t depart
    And for the peace of yesterday you yearn,
    When evil thoughts are tearing you apart
    And there is nowhere left for you to turn,
    When dark of night persists throughout your day,
    It’s time to fall upon your knees and pray.

    For God is there, He’s always by your side,
    He is your life’s companion and your friend,
    He’s with you through each bitter storm you ride,
    From morn’s first light to sunset at day’s end.
    You must give up your bitterness and pride
    And to your Lord extend your hand again.
    He only wants for you to ask Him in
    And you will be forgiven for your sin.

    Copyright © 2003
    Linda Newman


    www.shadowpoetry.com


     

    Winklings Buzz

     

    This week has been a very sad and difficult week. Pamela has left us. We were all shocked and saddened. I was asked to step in as second in command. A decision I think everyone is still dealing with and some are questioning the logic of. I can only say we will move on through this. There is a lot of changes happening. All good I hope. Recently a set of Hosting Guidelines has been posted and you can find the link to them on the Winklings home page and the Group Home page. Provided here is also a link. We are all about getting to know our fellow winklings and learning about poetry, sharing our love for poetry and improving upon that craft. To that end you will see some new additions to this column and start to see some new things taking place in the forum and with Winklings in general.

     

    Hosting Guidelines http://allpoetry.com/column/show/2346795

     

    For those of you interested in knowing me here is my bio http://allpoetry.com/column/show/2336658

     

     

    If you are interested in taking part in some fun and interesting contests check out this thread; contests by Winklings can be found here http://allpoetry.com/board/topic/268612527

     

    To catch up on all of your fellow Winklings and share some of your day with them check out the post Winklings weekly news column  which can be found here. http://allpoetry.com/board/topic/268612584

     

    Want to read some good poetry by fellow Winklings look no further; 'Ars Poetica' September 2008 edition can be found here: http://allpoetry.com/board/topic/268612653

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    Featured Winklings

     

    Amarige

     

    http://allpoetry.com/Amarige

     

     

     

     I don't consider my self to be poet, English is my third language, so any friendly suggestions are always welcome. Thank you for visiting my page.

     

     

     

    Dear faithful one~

     

    Dear faithful one,

     

     

    I do not want

    just a 'man'

    to be one of your 'Harem'

    to fill your cup with wine

     

    I do not have

    the knowledge you have

    gained from Antar

    and Haroun Rachid

     

    but let me tell you

    when you become free

    from your mysterious thoughts

     

    I will then

    take you on pilgrimage

    to my soul where there is

    only 'One' ..'You' and 'me'

     

     

     

     

    Pasted from <http://allpoetry.com/poem/4460261>

     


     

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    Variety

     

    Poet Quote of the Week

     

    A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.

    W. H. Auden

     

     

     

    Who Wrote these words - 50 pts

     

    A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

     

     

    What Winkling wrote this - 50 pts

     

     

    I dream of a land where I’ve never been,

    a land yearning for their own chosen king,

    in far-distant Scotland by me yet unseen,

    and of the heartbreak wars always bring.

     

     

     

    Riddle Me this Riddle Me That - 50 pts

     

    When you arrive,

    for these you look around.

    These you will find always,

    standing on the ground.

     

    For them you don't want

    to stand in line.

    As often you don't have

    much time.

     

    And using them

    is not much fun.

    When camping out

    you'll always find some.

     

    Kids have been known

    to knock them about.

    Frustrating people

    without a doubt.

    http://www.things-to-say.com/e-cards-greetings-riddles.htm

     


    Answers to last weeks Variety Questions

     

    We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

    Answer: Oscar Wilde

     

     

    There are many of them

    They really are swell

    Some people you know

    May call them their pal

     

    They come to our heed

    When they are needed

    The loyalty inside them

    Is deeply seeded

     

    Most people for them

    Have real respect

    They do more than

    We really expect

     

    Answer: Fireman

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  • Best I could imagine for a group

    such as our group.

  • MargaretG silver member
    October 11
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    Awesome column, Tammy! I knew about the play of the same name but I didn't know that "a raisin in the sun" was in a poem by Langston Hughes. There is a lot to chew on here, well done!