Two of Four Quartets

On April 1, I will be reading Burnt Norton and East Coker, the first two of T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets.  It will be my noble beginning to national poetry month.
Then on Thursday, April 3rd, I will be reading wonderful Haiku from seniors at the Oceanside East High School.  From the accepted grandeur of the 20th century verse to the new sounds of the 21st century.  Away we go for poetry month.

Come along for the ride from 7 am until 8 am Tuesday and Thursday.

T. S. Eliot

March 25 and 27

Flannery O'Conner and Virginia Woolf are my subjects for this week.
On Tuesday I celebrate the great southern writer Flannery O'Connor and will be reading her short story about a turkey chase.  On Thursday I read from Virginia Woolf and various short stories which reflect upon paintings.  The 25th is Flannery O'Connor's birthday and the 28th is the anniversary of the death of Virginia Woolf.

Virginia Woolf

March 20 something is cooking

Thursday, March 20 will be a time for me to pull out the old cookbooks and read how things used to be, how to cook things we might have forgotten and learn a bit of kitchen wisdom.  come join in the fun.

march 17 Janet Flanner

I know nothing about Janet Flanner, and was going to read from her journel's from Paris on Thursday, March 13, but instead (because of snow and ice) have moved her to Tuesday, March 18.  Janet Flanner was an American writier who wrote for the New Yorker under the pen name of Genet.

Janet Flanner

march 5 Gabriel Garcia Marquez

March 5, I read from Gabriel Garcia Marquez, several of his short stories - and a bit about his life and quotes of his.

March Forth - William Carlos Williams

On Tuesday, March 4, I will be reading poems by William Carlos Williams. I have known him primarily for his poem about the red wheelbarrow, so this will be a time to learn more about this important poet laureate of the United States. He was born on September 17, 1883 and died on March 4, 1963.  

Here is one of his poems, as I look forward to spring in these cold days.

The Tulip Bed by William Carlos Williams

The May sun—whom 


all things imitate-- 


that glues small leaves to 


the wooden trees 


shone from the sky 


through bluegauze clouds 


upon the ground. 


Under the leafy trees 


where the suburban streets 


lay crossed, 


with houses on each corner, 


tangled shadows had begun 


to join 
the roadway and the lawns. 


With excellent precision 


the tulip bed 


inside the iron fence 


upreared its gaudy 


yellow, white and red, 


rimmed round with grass, 


reposedly.

William Carlos Williams