On this aMayzing Mother’s day, as our show today celebrates the “here†in the hear and now, podcast at BarbaraMossberg.com, produced by Zappa Johns, slowing down and heating it up, with poetry “without which men die miserably every day†(Wm. Carlos Williams). Thank you for joining me . . . livestreamed Sunday noon-1 pm, podcast anytime it’s morning in your life, and you’re slowing down to make it last. Hearwith is a program summary, for you, Dear Listener:
Author Archives: Zappa Johns
Public announcement: No alligators were harmed in the making of this show.
IT’S MAY!
YOU’VE GOT TO GET UP OUT OF BED AND GREET THE DAY! WITH THE COFFEE OF THE POETRY SLOW DOWN
YOU ANGEL YOU (Dylan)—ARE YOU MY ANGEL (Ferlinghetti)?: POETS AS MESSENGERS? When People You Love See Angels in the Curtains and the Trees
Exploring angels through the lens of poetry, from Angels of Bread to the Necessary Angel, the Better Angel, the Industrious Angel, the Child Angel, Angel on Wheels, Angel in the House, Guardian Angel, the Angels in America, Angels Who Have Returned With My Memories (from the Chicken Chronicles)—
Four Legs in the Morning: What’s Up With Morning? (and/or, Who’s Up With Morning?)
Awake for Travel, the Sphinx, and Ramona the Pest and the Dawnzer Light (Happy Birthday, Beverly Cleary!)
Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.â€â€”That’s Henry David Thoreau, and we’re awake, you and I! And Ramona the Pest, a companion Walden spirit—an Alice in Wonderland type of Lewis Carroll to get us going.
I’M HERE AND YOU’RE HERE BECAUSE APRIL IS THE CRUELEST MONTH and why April in fact is National Poetry Month (the same reason)
The Improbable Role of Poetry Changing People’s Lives and What April Has to Do With It, or, MY LIFE IN TERMS OF A QUEST OF CRUEL AND CRUELER APRILS:– THAT APRIL ‘TUDE and more true confessions. . . THE POETRY SLOW DOWN, Live from the AWP 2016, Association of Writers and Publishers Annual Convention, days and nights of readings of poets from all the journals making way for poetry . . . Continue reading