friday feast: a poet from the beatles era


photo of Roger McGough by deouro

AN APOLOGY
by Roger McGough

Owing to an increase
in the cost of printing
this poem will be less
than the normal length.

In the face of continued
economic crises, strikes,
unemployment and V.A.T.
it offers no solutions.

Moreover, because of
a recent work-to-rule
imposed by the poet
it doesn’t even rhyme.

*

I don’t remember exactly when I read my first Roger McGough poem, but I know I liked him right away, and, ever since, I’ve always been eager to read more of his work.

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milk and cookies with amy krouse rosenthal



We’ve got a very special treat today: extremely prolific New York Times best selling children’s book author Amy Krouse Rosenthal has stopped by for a quick snack!

You probably know her from such gems as Little Pea and Little Hoot, or maybe, like me, you couldn’t resist tasting her fresh baked cookie wisdom in Cookies: Bite-Size Life Lessons, and Christmas Cookies: Bite-Size Holiday Lessons (which I reviewed here).

But as I mentioned in this post about her new film project, The Beckoning of Lovely (a mammoth undertaking which received enthusiastic response from around the world), Amy’s creative endeavors include not only children’s books, but a best selling adult memoir, Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life (which I loved!), gift books and journals, parenting books, humor columns, videos, book reviews, and a gig as a public radio talk show host.

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soup of the day: steady hands by tracie vaughn zimmer!

       

Hey, Everyone!!

How about a big hand for Schneider Family Book Award winning author and poet, Tracie Vaughn Zimmer, on the official release today of Steady Hands: Poems About Work (Clarion, 2009)!!


STEADY HANDS: POEMS ABOUT WORK by Tracie Vaughn Zimmer
(Clarion, 2009), ages 6-14, 48 pp.

This fascinating collection of short free verse poems, inspired by Walt Whitman’s, I Hear America Singing, illuminates the activities of various people at work — from a teacher, librarian, mail carrier, surgeon, artist, and welder, to a baker, tow-truck driver, and cafeteria cook. Framed by the poems, "Morning," and "Night," these concise snapshots sometimes offer surprising reasons why a job was chosen, like the lawyer who opted for a less stressful career "in the company of dogs," or, for a teacher, a side of her job not always recognized:

But not everyone knows
the teacher’s secret torments:
a lesson that knotted understanding
a bright kid who refuses to be inspired
flames of words thrown in frustration —


Vivid sensual details, like the "flap/roll/flap" of the baker kneading dough, or the "ballet of hands" performed by a clerk as she sorts, scans, and bags groceries, speak to the rhythms of the everyday work world of both adults and young people, and will give readers an uncommon appreciation for different types of careers, and what occupies some of the people who have chosen them. In an interview on her website, Zimmer shares that she wanted to "pay homage to the hard work of people of I know." The welder, for example, is her father; the retail clerk, her sister; and the ballet teacher, her mom.

Sean Addy and Megan Halsey have created a stunning array of mixed media collages to complement the poems, consisting of textured backgrounds, found objects, ephemera, photographs, people cut-outs, and drawings, that can only be described as hip, intriguing, and offbeat. Included are some of Zimmer’s own possessions — lace from her wedding dress, her granny’s buttons, and antique keys from her grandparents’ house.

    

Steady Hands has already received many well-deserved accolades, including a starred review from Publisher’s Weekly, which cites the "inventive, complicated collages, and well-crafted poems." Kirkus liked the "crisp images and dynamic phrases," and Booklist says, "The hands on details blend dreams and realism in the upbeat, contemporary poems that will find a place across the curriculum."

So, are you ready to help me congratulate Tracie?

Just pick up whatever spoon you have at hand and dip deeply into this communal bowl — then work up a long, steady slurp! When your belly’s full, mosey on over to your nearest indie or favorite online bookseller to purchase your very own copy of Steady Hands: Poems About Work. You’ll definitely want one for National Poetry Month in April!


Today’s Special: Career Classic (guaranteed to improve productivity
and brighten the work load).

To read two sample poems from the book, click here and here.

For more about the book, including a great book club discussion guide and interview, visit Tracie’s website. Of course, you can always keep up with Tracie’s latest news via her Live Journal blog.

                         

*Interior spreads posted by permission, text copyright © 2009 Tracie Vaughn Zimmer, illustrations copyright © 2009 Megan Halsey and Sean Addy, published by Clarion Books, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. All rights reserved.

friday feast: a writer’s valentine

“I have always been more afraid of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.” ~ from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas


photo by Catherine Forbes

So, I’m sitting here polishing off a piece of Mary Todd Lincoln’s famous courting cake — such a delicate flavor with sweet notes of vanilla and almond, delivered in a luscious, moist crumb — and I’m thinking about love poems for Valentine’s Day.

Like Tricia of the Miss Rumphius Effect, I’m not one for overly sentimental, ooey gooey, gushy, cliched pronouncements of love. But, like Karen Edmisten, I always find E.E. Cummings’ love poems sublime — they’re passionate, lyrical, sensual, and convey grand emotion without melodrama or sentimentality.

Then I was thinking, are there any poems that speak to my relationship with Len? As in, could I see him reading any particular poem to me?

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all grown up, and a shining star

Lindsay at age 7 or 8

 

Once upon a time, when Len and I lived in our old house, a new family moved in next door.

Along with her parents, older brother and two barky dogs, Lindsay, age 6, soon became a special friend. Both of us loved Eloise; it had been one of her mother’s favorite books, too, so the enthusiasm for the little Plaza Hotel minx ran in the family. Lindsay even began calling me Eloise, which I didn’t mind at all. It was like a secret handshake, a code, a bonding thing. We had fun tickling the ivories, playing with the Paddingtons, and donning elf shoes for a Christmas party.

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