MONDAY 15th & TUESDAY 16th
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Photograph by Donna Marie
Bergeniao 11/11/2003
A Thought for Today
You get a lot more if you’re willing to
settle for a lot less.
A VERY GOOD MORNING
Good morning and with the capture of Saddam Hussein it is a very good
morning indeed for the too long oppressed people of Iraq and for those of
us everywhere that love and cherish freedom. Best of all let us hope it
will hasten the return of our troops and those of our allies sooner than
later.
By no means is our current war over and it won't be until the bodybags
stop coming home, but let all of us hope and pray that this new
development will help to turn the tide.
RUSTING IN THE RAIN UPDATE
Here is the latest on when The Store at
stanyanhouse.com expects to have
copies of “Rusting in the Rain, New & Selected Poems.” While we had hoped
it would be published in time for Christmas giving, the 175-page book is
now scheduled to come out in mid-January. Later in the week you can check
with stanyanhouse.com for
information on advance orders.
Having seen the final page proofs I am more excited than ever about the
look and feel of my newest book. The 67 poems include At Leisure, The Moon
as a Mirage, Warren’s Warren, From a Moscow Notebook, Earthling and both
of the Summertree poems. Four new typefaces are used in Rusting in the
Rain; it is being published on acid-free paper and the dimensions of the
book conform to those of past works such as Listen to the Warm, Fields of
Wonder and The Sound of Solitude.
The individual poems are set in 16 point P22 Stanyan Autumn typeface,
created especially for Rusting in the Rain by Richard Kegler, based on
Anthony Goldschmidt’s hand lettering for the revised edition of “. . . and
autumn came.” The large and friendly type means it will be easy to read
for even the most tired eyes.
Rusting in the Rain has ten sections or chapters; Summertree, Armsfull of
August, If Love Were All, The Mystic Warrior, Seasoned Citizens,
Downloading the Classics, American Strand, That was Then, This is Now and
A Better Place. The cover and complete titles will be previewed mid-week
at stanyanhouse.com
Sleep warm and don’t shop till you drop for the coming holidays.
RM 12/15/2003 4:07 AM PST.
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Monday
15 December
Maxwell Anderson o
Nick Beggs o
Jeff Chandler o
Dave Clark o
Tim Conway o
Alexandre Eiffel o J.
Paul Getty o
Friedensreich Hundertwasser o
Don Johnson o
Yvonne Keller o
Stan Kenton o
Rose Maddox o
Karen Morrow o
Emperor Nero o
Muriel Rukeyser o
Gladys Shelley o
Helen Slater o
Jerry Wallace
Tuesday
16 December
Benny Anderson o
Jane Austen o
Ludwig van Beethoven o
David Ben-Gurion o
Steven Bochco o
Leonid Brezhnev o
Tom Brookshier o
Arthur C. Clarke o
Noel Coward o
Ben Cross o
Billy Gibbons o
Michael McCary o
Margaret Mead o
William “Refrigerator” Perry o
George Santayana o
Lesley Stahl o
Jon Tenney o
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Buy
love by giving it away.
We cannot close out the cold, especially if
it lies within ourselves.
If you loved my face as much as you love
Christmas, I’d be safe from year to year.
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THE COUNTERPOINT OF CAROLS /
The 1958 Christmas Card |
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Now softly come
the minstrels
heads bowed into hymnals
caroling for cookies and safe smiles.
We owe them more than candy
for the redness of their ears alone.
Faint footsteps down the hill and gone,
their music dying through the trees
as back to Bach we go
on phonographs and radios.
The needlepoint of patchwork quilts,
the counterpoint of carols.
Novembers come and gone too soon
there are so many quarrels
that we haven't finished,
and they might lessen
in the January rain.
Quarrel in December?
Never.
November comes up every year.
This Christmas comes but once.
I am not master of the holly,
nor are you mistress to the fire.
Still, together we're the Christmas people
and dancing down the year-end has its merits.
We can fire our memories as the Yule logs burn
and
give away our secrets
each in turn.
Never mind what Whitman said,
proud music of the storm never kept the nations quiet;
lovers each to each do that -
they know that wars don't work forever.
Merry then and Alleluia too,
I love you just as much as I love Christ.
No.
More.
He opened up my life for me.
You unlocked the final door.
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