Hi All, I recieved the following and thought I'd pass it on...
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Feel free to copy the following to your blog and spread
the word. Let poetry bless the blogosphere once again!
WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading
WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2010
WHERE: Your blog
WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, aka Groundhog Day
HOW: Select a poem you like - by a favorite poet or one of your own - to
post February 2nd.
RSVP: If you plan to publish, feel free to leave a comment and link on
this post: moondrummer.blogspot.com
Last year when the call went out there was more poetry in
cyberspace than I could keep track of. So, link to whoever you hear
about this from and a mighty web of poetry will be spun.
Feel free to pass this invitation on to any and all bloggers.
This is now an annual event, started by Reya.
Sunday, 31 January 2010
Invitation to The Fifth Annual Brigid in the Blogosphere Poetry Slam
Sunday, 24 January 2010
January Meeting
Hello fellow scribes,
It was a heroic coterie of women who risked life and frozen limbs through Nottingham’s early wintered streets and tucked themselves snugly into Minxy’s plush apartment this month. After making sure that everyone was seated and sated with tea in teasing mugs (you should have seen them), and a barrel of baked biscuits, we proceeded to attempt to complete the now yearly task of producing relevant writings for February’s Notttingham Rainbow Heritage exhibition.
The suggesting themes were as follows...
1. Gay icons – inspired by the London exhibition, who were your icons?
2. That’s so Gay! – any piece of writing inspired by this popular denigration
3. Write about something that has happened to you, relating to your sexuality, that you would either love or hate to see happening in the future
4.Imagine yourself at age 80, looking back at the differences, good or bad, that your future world has with the current year 2010.
The following was my 15mn freewrite... there were many other inspired pieces, and it would be great to see more added to this blog, so please post yours here soon :-)
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I stared out of my window as I do every morning nowadays. I love to watch the birds swinging from the feeders. They’re so rare these days that I sometimes wait half an hour before glimpsing a single one. Once upon a time I’d find whole families of blue tits and sparrows fighting over a ball of fat. These days a bag of food lasts all winter. Anyway, there I was, dreamily soaking up the dazzling winter’s sunny snow rays, when a couple came gliding out of the church opposite, swallowed up soon into the fold of family and friends. People were throwing confetti and capturing the event on the life recorder. Their virtual relations, beamed in from abroad, were observing from their Holoslates, foot-square sheets that emanate a reconstituting light from their position on the ground.
My thoughts were propelled back to fifty years earlier, when marriage was legal for friends of mine. It had taken fifteen years of couples using the commitment ceremonies successfully, year after year, before the government agreed to allow commitments to become marriages, and there’d been much questioning about whether this was the right thing to allow, or whether any single-sex couples even wanted marriage anymore. Then, all of a sudden it was allowed, and there were a few years of celebration before it really sank in that this was now an accepted process for all to be able to demonstrate their love, no holds barred.
All was well until the food started running out during the big freeze, and people were looking for scapegoats.
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See you all next month... and don't forget, come to visit us at the exibition in February at the Broadway cinema.
Haven't we all been quiet
Sapphist Writers appear to have been in hibernation for the winter, but I assure you this is not so! We've been connecting beautifully in the real world and neglecting cyberspace. At the moment, all energy is going in to the Nottingham Rainbow Heritage Exhibition at the Broadway, starting February 23rd. More about this soon. Meanwhile, I just wanted to write my own little tribute to what has turned out to be the most magical coming-together of women.
Ode to Sapphist Writers
Some who show a tendency for linguistic contortions;
Some who give their lovelorn angst Shakespearean proportions.
We all get a kick with taking words and messing around,
Found ourselves hooked by a poem about a dressing gown.
Some readings kept us warmer when the women’s centre froze;
We shared our hearts so easily, and loved the words we chose,
Blushed and smiled and cried and laughed and nibbled on our biscuits,
Talked about the secret worlds that make us feel like misfits.
Their writing gives me goosebumps, their writing makes me pensive;
Sharing with such talent, then, should make me apprehensive
And yet I find their gentle warmth allows my pen to flow;
I share my thoughts, however small, in their accepting glow.
Okay, it's not really long enough or, for that matter, poetic enough, to be called an ode but I hope it brings a feeble smile to those who read it, in which case it was half an hour well spent!
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