Friday, 17 of April of 2026

Our Editor’s Favorite Poetry Festival

By Dennis Fritzinger

 

I’ve been to every single Watershed Environmental Poetry Festival, and now this is going to be the 17th one.With so many Watershed Festivals under my belt it’s hard to recall every little detail, yet a few details stand out. The first one, for instance, was held in San Francisco in Golden Gate Park, across from the Science Museum.

Soon it moved to Berkeley, a more convenient location (Poetry Flash and River of Words are both headquartered in Berkeley), not to mention a less expensive one.

One year it was held on Cal campus because the usual place — MLK Jr. Park on Center street — was undergoing serious renovation. Another year (because of rain) it was held indoors at Berkeley City College.

The Strawberry Creek Walk has been a popular feature for a dozen years or more, with Creek Guardians and poets talking about the natural history of the creek. One year Gary Snyder and Bob Hass traded haiku at the section where Strawberry Creek gets ready to dive into a culvert that will carry it under downtown Berkeley and out to the Bay where it is finally released.

 

You’re invited to the Watershed Poetry Festival Sept. 29 2012 Berkeley, CA.

 

One year there was a redwood log carved into the shape of a whale, and that year and for several following there were wood carvings you could make rubbings from.

Another artist contributed fanciful banners, still in use, and for a number of years a t-shirt was produced with the event’s signature artwork (done by the artist who had carved the whale) with a verse on the back by Gary Snyder, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, or other local poet. “Cities should be built on one side of the street” ran one year. “I am waiting for the animals to reclaim the earth as theirs” ran another.

In the early years the Festival was significantly brightened by the appearance of school kids, excited winners of the River of Words contest for poems and artwork. Then the money dried up, at least I think that’s what happened, and fewer kids were brought in to read their poems to us, their captive audience, from the festival stage.

“River of Words” is the behind-the-scenes 500 lb. gorilla at Watershed. Watershed began as a vision that included children having a significant part. Children, as everybody knows, are the hope for the future, and getting them interested and involved in place, or as the festival has it, in their Watershed, is a goal worthy of pursuing.

Besides the contest (who isn’t excited by a contest?) there is always something on the program to excite the crowd.

When Gary Snyder was there, that was enough. Even better than Gary, perhaps, was the year when there was a contest based on affiliation with earth, water, and air (think: terrestrial animals; fish, whales etc.; and birds and bats). (There was a Poetry Slam element to the contest, and in my opinion, bears came out the winner. But that’s just me.) It was called a Totem Reading.

Besides Gary Snyder (one appearance only) Watershed has been gifted by appearances by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Michael McClure, Pattiann Rogers, and a host of other poets from the area, as well as the inimitable and ever-present Robert Hass.

Besides the poetry that is the focus of Watershed, there have been numerous informative speeches about Strawberry Creek and the project to daylight the creek, and similar related stuff. Plus there has always been a little music thrown in. One year the music was even provided by the creek itself, its gurglings miked to a loudspeaker so all could hear.

When the Watershed Festival came along I was delighted. It’s like, “I’m marching alone here now — who will join me?” and they joined me.


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An Excerpt on Writing WarriorPoetry from Subhorup

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I do not know anything that can help another poet do what he or she must do. What I feel at the pit of my stomach has no measure and cannot be contained in seventeen syllables. I can only pass on the desperation with which those who have gone this way before you and me have lived each day, each hour of their lives. I can only invite you to write and speak until whatever it is gets said, and then repeat until obsession. Say it better until it feels like a memory to the reader, something they’ve always felt or known but had lost access to until then.

You will be scoffed at for saying the same thing over and over, you will be ridiculed and branded, and people will try to avoid you. Yet, if you keep at it, they will know in their hearts even as they close the page they were reading, that what you said was what they needed to hear. In some senses, that is an indication that both the poet and the reader are on the right road.

from:http://subhorup.blogspot.com/2012/07/ars-poetica-subhorup-dasgupta.html
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Dennis Fritzinger – MOULDILOCKS AND THE 3 BEARS

a play for children

Prelude: This is the story of a Tragedy averted. Mouldilocks, a greedy developer, has built a Restaurant-Hotel-Parking lot and concessionaire combination in prime Grizzly Bear Habitat in Yellowstone. Called “Grant Village”, this steel, glass, cement and gasoline intrusion becomes the Stage for our opening scene.

 

Act I

Scene: The parking lot

 

Mouldilocks: “Ah, what a beautiful sight! I can almost hear the quarters dropping into the slots in the video games. The snack bar must be doing great business—the lot is littered with Twinkie wrappers. That reminds me—I’ve got to order another two gross of Twinkies. And two gross of Hostess Cupcakes. And two gross…”

 

(Just then, the 3 Bears amble or stroll up.)

 

1st Bear: “Hey, what’s this? I thought I left a nice little trout stream here.”

 

2nd Bear: “Me too! Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?”

 

3rd Bear: “If it’s a joke, it’s in poor taste.”

 

1st Bear: “Hey, isn’t that a human over there? This looks suspiciously like human’s work to me.”

 

Mouldilocks: “And two gross pink Hostess Snowballs. And two gross…”

 

3rd Bear: “Hey! Let’s ask him. Pardon me, sir.”

 

Mouldilocks: “And two gross… What? Hey, bears can’t talk!”

 

3rd Bear: “I beg your pardon.”

 

1st Bear: “I think we’ve been quite eloquent.”

 

2nd Bear: “Right on!”

 

Mouldilocks: “At least, I never knew any to.”

 

3rd Bear: “That’s because we never cared to.”

 

2nd Bear: “Right on!”

 

1st Bear: “That’s such a cliché.”

 

2nd Bear: “But appropriate.”

 

3rd Bear: “Anyway, would you mind telling us where our trout stream is?”

 

1st Bear: “Such a nice trout stream.”

 

2nd Bear: “And so full of nice, fat trout!”

 

1st Bear: “You didn’t say Right on! that time.”

 

2nd Bear: “Didn’t need to. It’d already been said.”

 

1st Bear: “Anyway…didn’t you hear us? Perhaps if I spoke up a little.” (raises voice) “SO WHERE’S OUR TROUT STREAM?”

 

Mouldilocks (standing “his” ground): “Trout stream? Was there a trout stream here?”

 

3rd Bear: “Sure was.”

 

2nd Bear: “Uh-huh.”

 

Mouldilocks: “Well, I don’t know about trout STREAMS, but you can get a nice trout dinner right in the Grant Village Restaurant. Fried. Real Tasty. Comes with a small salad and a beverage of your choice.”

 

3rd Bear: “What’s a beverage?”

 

2nd Bear: “Don’t listen to him. He’s putting us on.”

 

1st Bear: “We demand our rights!”

 

Mouldilocks: “Rights? Bears don’t have any rights—it says so right here in the Wilderness Act.” (whips out paper)

 

3rd Bear: “Is that true?”

 

Mouldilocks: “Read for yourself.”

 

(3rd Bear grabs paper and reads. Then she begins shaking her brown, hairy head.)

 

3rd Bear: “It’s true! I don’t believe it!”

 

2nd Bear (hind leg impatiently pawing dust): “I wouldn’t believe anything I got from that man.”

 

1st Bear: “He’s right!”

 

2nd Bear: “Who, him?”

 

1st Bear: “No, you are.”

 

3rd Bear (interrupting) : “But it’s true! It says so right here: THE WILDERNESS ACT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. Bears don’t have any rights.”

 

1st Bear: “In those exact words?”

 

3rd Bear: “Well, it’s a paraphrase.”

 

2nd Bear: “I don’t believe in the United States of America anyway. The United States of the Wilderness is the country I belong to.”

 

1st Bear: “Hear hear.”

 

2nd Bear: “You didn’t say right on.”

 

1st Bear: “Right on.”

 

3rd Bear: “Come on guys, this is serious. Say, what’s-your-name…”

 

Mouldilocks: “The name is Mouldilocks.”

 

3rd Bear: “Mr. Mouldilocks—would you excuse us a minute?”

 

Mouldilocks: “I’d excuse you a year if you wanted it.”

 

3rd Bear: “No thanks. A minute will do.”

(walking a little way off)

 

2nd Bear: “What chutzpah!”

 

1st Bear: “I don’t like that guy.”

 

3rd Bear: “This is serious, guys. We’ve got to plan something.”

 

1st Bear: “But what?”

 

2nd Bear: “You should know. You’re our spokesman.”

 

1st Bear: “Bears don’t have spokesmen.”

 

2nd Bear: “I’ll be spokesman, then. As long as lack of experience is no objection.”

 

3rd Bear: “But what’ll we do? Really.”

 

2nd Bear: “I’ll think of something.”

(strolls over to Mouldilocks)

 

2nd Bear: “Pardon me sir—we’d like some information. When did this—thing—go up?”

 

Mouldilocks: “Just about a year and a half ago. I remember the day. Why, groundbreaking was just 6 months earlier. The bulldozers all worked like beavers—“

 

3rd Bear: “Beavers?”

 

Mouldilocks: “Figuratively speaking.—And it went up in 6 months.”

 

2nd Bear: “I told you we should check our habitat more often. Look what happened to Fishing Bridge.”

 

Mouldilocks: “What’s that about Fishing Bridge?”

 

2nd Bear: “Prime Griz habitat. Now there’s an RV park there.”

 

Mouldilocks: “Ah, yes. Not very profitable, RV parks. THIS is more profitable.” (waves his hand)

 

2nd Bear (disgusted): “So I see. But, pray tell, what have you to do with it?”

 

Mouldilocks (a note of pride in his voice): “I own it!”

 

3 Bears (incredulously): “Own it?”

 

Mouldilocks (continuing): “Yes, I own it. Every money-making, food-frying, gas-selling, room-renting, TV-blaring, video-gaming inch of it! It’s the most profitable thing I’ve ever built. I figure I’ll make back my expenditures in 3 years and after that it’s pure gravy—well, just a little under the table to the Park Service, now and then.”

 

3rd Bear: “I’m horrified!”

 

1st Bear: “Me too.”

 

2nd Bear: “You should be ashamed!”

 

Mouldilocks: “Wha.. what? Ashamed? Of this noble enterprise? This—convenience—for the public tourist? The weary citizen who wants to enjoy his National Park in the style to which he is accustomed?”

 

2nd Bear: “But what about us bears?”

 

Mouldilocks: “What bears? Oh, you… Well, let me tell you—bears are part of the Experience.”

 

2nd Bear: “We’re an Experience, now.”

 

1st Bear: “I told you. It isn’t easy being a spokesbear.”

 

2nd Bear: “It’s a thankless task.”

 

Mouldilocks: “I mean, if you would go away we’d miss you.”

 

2nd Bear: “But not by much.”

 

Mouldilocks: “We’d all be sorrier.”

 

2nd Bear: “I’ll bet.”

 

Mouldilocks: “But that’s business.”

 

3rd Bear (to 2nd Bear): “I told you he was a pig.”

 

2nd Bear: “Not in those words.”

 

3rd Bear: “In other words, then.”

 

2nd Bear (to Mouldilocks): “But you’re supposed to have bears… what am I saying?”

 

1st Bear: “That’s right—what are you saying?”

 

3rd Bear (to 2nd Bear): “Now you’ve done it.”

 

2nd Bear (to 3rd Bear): “Maybe not.”

(to Mouldilocks): “What I mean is, bears have always lived in Yellowstone. You’re the newcomers.”

 

3rd Bear: “Tourists!”

 

1st Bear: “Pigs!”

 

Mouldilocks: “Let’s not get nasty. I have a perfect right to be here.”

 

2nd Bear: “Perfect isn’t the word for it.”

 

Mouldilocks: “I have permission from the Park Service.”

 

3 Bears: “What???”

 

Mouldilocks: “And from the U.S. Government.” (whips out paper. reads):

“‘Be it hereby resolved, Tenant (known as Mouldilocks) shall have the standard 99 year lease granted in such places in accordance with our laws and the highest ideals of the ownership of private property. He is hereby granted the right to exercise the usual powers of dominion, not withstanding this is a National Park, and to exclude or refuse service to anyone.’ That includes bears.”

 

3rd Bear: “How awful!”

 

1st Bear: “We’ll fight!”

 

2nd Bear: “You’ll be hearing from our lawyer!”

(exit)

 

Mouldilocks: “What fools these ursines be!”

(also exits)

 

ACT II

 

Scene: The woods

 

3rd Bear: “What a stinker!”

 

2nd Bear: “I agree.”

 

1st Bear: “But what do we do?”

 

2nd Bear: “Well, we haven’t any lawyer—that’s for sure.”

 

1st Bear: “I’m not even sure we have standing in the courts.”

 

3rd Bear: “Standing? What’s Standing?”

 

2nd Bear: “It means you can sue. And we can’t.”

 

3rd Bear: “Oh.”

 

2nd Bear: “But that doesn’t mean we give up.”

 

1st Bear: “I’m glad you said that.”

 

2nd Bear: “Had to. It’s my job.”

 

3rd Bear: “What job?”

 

2nd Bear: “Facilitator. Spokesbear. You name it.”

 

3rd Bear: “How about lunchfinder?”

1st Bear: “How about honeygrubber?”

 

3rd Bear: “How about it?”

 

2nd Bear: “Well, since you put it that way… Race you to the old dead tree!”

(all race off)

 

(Mouldilocks wanders on stage, singing)

 

Mouldilocks: “Hi ho, hi ho—it’s to the woods I go. I absolutely don’t belong, but hi, hi ho.”

(speaks) “What a wonderful afternoon. Those bears were beginning to rain on my parade. Luckily I got rid of them.”

(Hears a rustle in the bushes.)

“Whoops! what’s that? Oh, just a squirrel—gave me quite a start. Well, where was I? Ah, yes—money money money. Today’s the start of the tourist season, and already 500 Winnebagos have rolled in and out of Grant Village. 500 Winnebagos discharged their beer-gut carrying, insensitive macho males, their overly madeup, overly dressed bored females, and their screaming, candy bar- and sodapop-buying kids. I love it!”

(Another rustle. This time the 3 bears appear.)

“Uh!”

 

3 Bears: “Uh!”

 

Mouldilocks: “Oh—it’s you.”

 

2nd Bear: “I was about to say the same thing.”

 

3rd Bear: “What a bring-down.”

 

2nd Bear: “You can say that again.”

 

3rd Bear: “I would, but that’s your job.”

 

2nd Bear: “Right.” (to Mouldilocks) “Say, how do you happen to be—pardon the expression—in this neck of the woods?”

 

3rd Bear (worried): “You weren’t planning any… expansions, were you?”

 

2nd Bear: “Don’t give him any ideas.”

 

Mouldilocks: “Expansions? No—I just came out here for the solitude. And peace. And to count my money.”

 

2nd Bear: “To count his money!” (to Mouldilocks) “Say, don’t you think the solitude and the peace are more important?”

 

Mouldilocks: “Well, they’re important…”

 

3rd Bear: “Right on!”

 

2nd Bear (to 3rd Bear): “Now you’re saying it.”

 

Mouldilocks: “I didn’t say MORE important.”

 

3rd Bear (flustered): “Oh.”

 

2nd Bear (continuing): “Tell us—why did you REALLY come here?”

 

Mouldilocks (nervously): “To this spot? Now?”

2nd Bear: “No—to Yellowstone.”

 

Mouldilocks (brightening): “Well, it’s because of a vision…”

 

3rd Bear: “A vision!”

 

Mouldilocks: “a dream I had…”

 

3rd Bear: “He had a dream!”

 

2nd Bear: “That’s nothing! We all have dreams.”

 

Mouldilocks: “Of a thousand Winnebagos, all parked side by side, and an Olympic size swimming pool, and a peanut pool for the kids, and a satellite dish for improved TV reception, and an icecream parlor, a bookstore, a video game center, a beauty parlor, a barber shop, a ski outfitter, 2 gas stations, a restaurant, a…”

 

3 Bears: “HOLD IT!”

 

Mouldilocks: “a… a… What?”

 

2nd Bear: “We said hold it.”

 

3rd Bear: “That’s right.”

 

1st Bear: “Don’t let him give you any guff.”

 

Mouldilocks: “But my dear sir…”

 

1st Bear: “You’d better say sir.”

 

3rd Bear: “Right on!”

 

2nd Bear: “Catching, isn’t it?”

 

Mouldilocks: “What I mean is, I came out here for the industry…”

 

2nd Bear: “Industry is right.”

 

Mouldilocks: “and the enjoyment”

 

3rd Bear: “What a way to enjoy yourself: watching TV.”

 

Mouldilocks: “of the tourist population.”

 

2nd Bear: “He means he came to make bucks.”

 

3rd Bear: “I wouldn’t have guessed.”

 

Mouldilocks (finishing): “Anyway, somebody had to do it.”

(long pause) “I do appreciate this place.”

(another pause) “I mean, I love it.”

 

2nd Bear: “If you love it, why are you destroying it?”

 

1st Bear: “Yeah, why?”

 

3rd Bear: “Why?”

 

Mouldilocks: “I really can’t help myself.”

 

3 Bears: “He can’t help himself!”

 

Mouldilocks: “It’s just the job I’m in.”

 

2nd Bear: “That does it! I’m for eating him right now!”

 

1st Bear: “Me too!”

 

3rd Bear: “Yeah!”

 

Mouldilocks: “Wait a minute. Let’s not get hasty.”

 

2nd Bear: “Who’s hasty? We’re just hungry!”

 

1st Bear: “Charge!”

(All rush at Mouldilocks, who runs off with Bears in hot pursuit.)

 

 

 

 

ACT III

 

Scene: The restaurant plaza in Grant Village. 2 customers are at a table.

 

(Mouldilocks rushes in)

Mouldilocks: “Help! Help!”

 

1st Customer (not seeing Mouldilocks at first): “Did you hear something?”

 

2nd Customer (also not seeing): “I’m not sure.”

 

Mouldilocks: “I’m being attacked!”

 

1st Customer: “Why, hello there.”

 

2nd Customer: “Care to join us?”

 

Mouldilocks: “Attacked by bears!” (he falls down)

(3 bears rush on scene.)

 

2nd Bear: “Let’s eat ‘em now!”

 

1st Bear: “Where’s the mustard?”

 

3rd Bear: “Here’s some!” (Grabs jar from a nearby table. One customer faints. The other screams, then flees. General confusion as Mouldilocks tries to escape by crawling under tables. Knocking down of tables, napkins and silverware on floor, salt and pepper shakers scattered.)

 

Mouldilocks: “Boo hoo! Don’t eat me!”

 

2nd Bear: “He wants sympathy.”

 

Mouldilocks: “My mother wouldn’t approve!”

 

1st Bear: “Well, would she approve of this?” (Sweeping more glass off a table. It breaks as it hits the tile.)

 

Mouldilocks: “No, not really.”

 

2nd Bear: “Now that’s sensible.”

 

3rd Bear: “Can’t say it runs in the family, though.”

 

Mouldilocks: “When I was just a boy…”

 

1st Bear: “Eat! Eat! Eat!”

 

2nd Bear: “Hold on—let him finish.”

 

Mouldilocks: “my father used to take me…”

 

3rd Bear: “Have some mustard.”

 

Mouldilocks: “fishing. What are you doing?”

 

3rd Bear: “Applying mustard.”

 

1st Bear: “So you’ll taste better.”

 

Moudilocks (again): “Boo hoo!”

 

1st Bear: “We’ve been through that before.”

 

2nd Bear: “Wait a minute—did you say fishing?”

 

Mouldilocks: “Yes. In Yellowstone.”

 

2nd Bear: “What a coincidence! So did mine.”

 

3rd Bear: “Mine too.”

 

1st Bear: “Well, I don’t know…”

 

3rd Bear (to 1st Bear)  : “Know what?”

 

1st Bear: “I still say we should eat him now.”

 

3rd Bear: “But he said he went fishing!”

 

1st Bear: “That’s right—play on our sympathies a moment, then sneak off to do his dirty work.”

 

2nd Bear: “Guys! Guys!”

 

3rd Bear: “Fellows, to you.”

 

2nd Bear: “I say we should listen up.”

 

1st Bear: “And I say we should put him out of his misery.”

 

3rd Bear: “Put him out of our misery, you mean.”

 

2nd Bear: “I don’t mean give in. I just mean listen.”

 

3rd Bear: “What do you mean?”

 

1st Bear: “Are you crazy?”

 

2nd Bear: “The way it sounds to me, he’s just ripe for a conversion.”

 

3rd Bear: “Past ripe!”

 

1st Bear: “Rotten!”

 

2nd Bear: “No—I mean it. Listen—did you elect me spokesbear or not?”

 

1st Bear: “I didn’t.”

 

3rd Bear: “Nor did I.”

 

2nd Bear: “But you let me take it on myself.”

 

1st Bear: “Well…”

 

2nd Bear: “And do all the work.”

 

3rd Bear: “Well…”

 

2nd Bear: “Public speaking isn’t easy.”

 

Mouldilocks: “Listen. Will you make up your minds? Am I going to be eaten or not?”

 

2nd Bear: “We’re coming to that.” (turning) “Now, if you elected me…”

 

3rd Bear: “You elected yourself.”

 

1st Bear: “That’s right!”

 

2nd Bear: “O.K. So I elected myself. Anyway…”

 

1st Bear: “And you shouldn’t butt in.”

 

3rd Bear: “I’m hungry.”

 

2nd Bear (shrugging his shoulders and turning to Mouldilocks)  : “Well, I tried.”

 

Mouldilocks: “Help! Help! Oh momma, save me!”

 

3rd Bear: “He has a momma!”

 

2nd Bear: “Just like you, I’m afraid.”

 

3rd Bear: “And he went fishing.”

 

2nd Bear: “Just like we all did. When he was a cub.”

 

1st Bear: “They call them boys.”

 

2nd Bear: “Boys—cubs—what difference?”

 

3rd Bear: “Right! What difference?”

 

2nd Bear: “You’re being reasonable again.”

 

3rd Bear: “Well… I don’t know what came over me.”

 

2nd Bear: “Listen… I’ve got an idea…”

 

1st and 3rd Bears: “What is it?”

 

2nd Bear: “Let’s make him pay some sort of fine…”

 

1st Bear: “That’s not enough!”

 

2nd Bear: “a forfeit, you know…”

 

1st Bear: “Still not enough!”

 

2nd Bear: “And tear down Grant Village!”

 

Mouldilocks: “Anything! Anything!”

 

3rd Bear: “What???”

 

1st Bear: “Don’t trust him—he’s lying.”

 

Mouldilocks (indignant): “No I’m not!”

 

1st Bear: “He’d sell his own mother.”

 

Mouldilocks: “Eat me now, then. I love my mother.”

 

2nd Bear (to others)  : “Gentlemen, gentlemen. I think things are swinging in our favor. Just a moment.” (turns to face Mouldilocks) “Do you promise, then, to tear down Grant Village?”

 

Mouldilocks: “Oh, anything!”

 

2nd Bear: “We want it in writing.”

 

Mouldilocks: “Oh.”

 

2nd Bear: “And one more thing—you have to pay a forfeit.”

 

Mouldilocks: “I don’t want to pay anything.”

 

2nd Bear: “It’s that or your life.”

 

Mouldilocks: “I’ll pay! I’ll pay!” (pauses) “What is it?”

 

2nd Bear: “Fishing Bridge!”

 

1st Bear: “Capital idea!”

 

3rd Bear: “Wow!”

 

Mouldilocks: “Don’t be absurd! There already is a Fishing Bridge.”

 

2nd Bear: “We want you to tear it down.”

 

Mouldilocks: “What??? Tear it down? I never heard of such a thing! Tear down an RV park? It’s impossible. It’s never been done!”

 

1st Bear: “It’s that or your life.”

 

2nd Bear: “You do own Fishing Bridge, don’t you?”

 

Mouldilocks: “No, not really. It’s owned by the Park Service.”

 

2nd Bear: “Then use your influence.”

 

Mouldilocks: “Who, me? Influence? You must have me mistaken for someone else.”

 

2nd Bear: “I was wrong. Let’s eat him now.”

 

Mouldilocks: “I’ll use it! I’ll use it!”

 

2nd Bear: “You’ll put it in writing, then?”

 

Mouldilocks: “Anything!”

 

1st Bear: “Or you’ll be a Lockburger!”

 

3rd Bear: “Right on!”

 

The End

 

Postlude: The sad story of Fishing Bridge and Grant Village goes on today. When will we give the bears a chance to live their life the way Nature intended?

 

 

Earth First!

 

 

 


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UK’s Nationwide Poetry Initiative: What does a ‘poetry town’ even look like?

The permanent installation of poetry at the Olympic Park is one of the central aspects of Winning Words (http://www.winningwordspoetry.com/) – a nationwide poetry initiative inspired by London 2012. But Winning Words also invites communities around the country to engage with poetry in new and dynamic ways, and to this end it is collaborating with a host of specially selected ‘Beacon Towns’ this summer.

From presenting poetry in exciting and innovative ways – think bringing the words off the page, literally – to encouraging community participation around poetry, Beacon Towns like Weymouth and Brecon are reaching out to encourage participation, celebration and creativity.

The value of that connection between the arts and our communities has been argued by countless directors and creative practitioners. It brings people from all walks of life together in something collaborative – it crosses all social and economic divides, cultures and classes so that local areas become stronger socially.

But what about our communities that aren’t Beacon Towns? How can we embed poetry in local areas to bring people together and encourage creative collaboration?

What does a ‘poetry town’ even look like? From Guardian

Winningwords

 

Tips from Winning Words Poetry:

There are lots of ways that you can bring poetry to life in your day to day life with very little trouble at all.. and maximum results!

Why not try one of the following….

  • Bake a poetry cake! Create your own words in icing
  • Write a poem in the sand next time you’re at the beach – see how long it lasts before the waves wash it away
  • Create a poetry trail in the forest – use twigs and rocks to spell out the words of your favourite poem, or write your own •Make your very own poetry t-shirt with fabric pens or iron-on transfers
  • Collect some pebbles and stones and paint words on them, then arrange them to create all sorts of different poems
  • Into sewing? Why not create an embroidery or cross-stitch poem to hang on your wall?
  • Create a mystery poem by cutting out words from magazines and newspapers like a ransom note, then send it to someone you know and see if they can work out who it came from

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Telegraph in UK has poll asking if it’s appropriate to make 5 year olds memorize poems

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The Telegraph newspaper in the UK is reacting to the education secretary Michael Gove’s promise to make school kids more literate. Part of his plan includes getting kids as young as 5 years-old to memorize poems. So the newspaper is asking if this is appropriate? So far the voters are saying yes it is! Click the link above if you want to vote too.


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The Poetry Of Species…

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Excerpt from New York Times

It is often forgotten how dependent we are on other species. Ecosystems of multiple species that interact with one another and their physical environments are essential for human societies.

These systems provide food, fresh water and the raw materials for construction and fuel; they regulate climate and air quality; buffer against natural hazards like floods and storms; maintain soil fertility; and pollinate crops. The genetic diversity of the planet’s myriad different life-forms provides the raw ingredients for new medicines and new commercial crops and livestock, including those that are better suited to conditions under a changed climate.

This is why a proposed effort by the I.U.C.N. to compile a Red List of endangered ecosystems is so important. The list will comprise communities of species that occur at a particular place — say, Long Island’s Pine Barrens or the Cape Flats Sand Fynbos in South Africa. This new Red List for ecosystems will be crucial not only for protecting particular species but also for safeguarding the enormous benefits we receive from whole ecosystems.


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Odes to Nature by Wally Swist (now available on audio)

One of our Warriorpoets has a new album out! We haven’t posted any of his poems on http://armedwithvisions.com yet but we will do so soon! In the meantime see info below about how you can hear his poems.
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Dear Nature lovers and friends of Wally,BMA is honored to present Wally Swist’s latest collection of poetry on audio read by the author and recorded at BMA Studios.Get your copy today at Berkshire Media Artists by clicking on the cover or click here and receive a 10% discount…

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“Wally Swist’s fine poems do justice to love and nature, and those we hear on this recording are both well written and well read.”

                – Richard Wilbur, recipient of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry 1957 & 1989 


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Charles Simac On “Why I Still Write Poetry” & His Birdy Poem

NYbooks has a recent post by poet Charles Simac that is worth reading in its entirety here.

His tenacity & perseverance is also reflected in his poem further below…

But first, why does he keep writing poems?

The mystery to me is that I continued writing poetry long after there was any need for that. My early poems were embarrassingly bad, and the ones that came right after, not much better. I have known in my life a number of young poets with immense talent who gave up poetry even after being told they were geniuses. No one ever made that mistake with me, and yet I kept going.” 


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He adds later:

“The kinds of poems I write—mostly short and requiring endless tinkering—often recall for me games of chess. They depend for their success on word and image being placed in proper order and their endings must have the inevitability and surprise of an elegantly executed checkmate.”

“I was taught the game in wartime Belgrade by a retired professor of astronomy when I was six years old and over the next few years became good enough to beat not just all the kids my age, but many of the grownups in the neighborhood. My first sleepless nights, I recall, were due to the games I lost and replayed in my head. Chess made me obsessive and tenacious. Already then, I could not forget each wrong move, each humiliating defeat. I adored games in which both sides are reduced to a few figures each and in which every single move is of momentous significance.”

Thanks to Poemhunter.com we have many of his poems to choose from.

Here’s one of them…

Learn more about Charles Simac click here:

 

Talking To Little Birdies

Not a peep out of you now
After the bedlam early this morning.
Are you begging pardon of me
Hidden up there among the leaves,
Or are your brains momentarily overtaxed?

 

You savvy a few things I don’t:
The overlooked sunflower seed worth a holler;
The traffic of cats in the yard;
Strangers leaving the widow’s house,
Tieless and wearing crooked grins.

 

Or have you got wind of the world’s news?
Some new horror I haven’t heard about yet?
Which one of you was so bold as to warn me,
Our sweet setup is in danger?

 

Kids are playing soldiers down the road,
Pointing their rifles and playing dead.
Little birdies, are you sneaking wary looks
In the thick foliage as you hear me say this? 

 


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Warriorpoet Editors Meet Up With Gary Snyder

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Just came back from listening to Gary Snyder give a lecture on translating poetry. It was fascinating both in the nuts and bolts of how he does it but also full of anecdotes about the work and people he knew. We are hoping there will be an audio or video of the lecture to share with you all.

After the talk, there was a cocktail reception and a long line of friends and well-wishers waiting to spend a moment with him. (“Fan” is too coarse a word for a person who appreciates Gary Snyder) He listened to each of us, laughed and smiled and posed for pictures and signed every autograph.

As soon as he saw Dennis, he said he liked ArmedWithVisions! So all of you who are reading this now are in good company.

–Kenn Fong


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Facing the Environmental Crisis with Contemplative Attention

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The Ecopoetics of Don McKay, Tim Lilburn,and Russell Thornton.

By Susan McCaslin

All three of these poets identify “nature” not simply as the environment or physical world
which surrounds us, but as that which rises up as the central “dream of the earth,” to
borrow a phrase from writer-ecologist Thomas Berry, of which humans are finite
expressions. They challenge a merely anthropocentric worldview and move to shift the
exploitive, patriarchal gaze into what McKay calls the non-grasping, non-controlling
“geopoetic” or earth-centered imagination.

Rather than asking how we imagine the earth, geopoetics turns to ask how the earth might
imagine us. Their work needs to be located within a broader conversation about “deep
ecology,” a term derived from Norwegian eco-philosopher Arne Naess in the 1960s to
describe the intuition that every being and life form has intrinsic worth as part of an
organic, interconnected whole. They write in the wake of earlier North American nature…

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