Archive for November, 2012

Home By Myself Publishing Poetry

November 28, 2012 Leave a comment

This week at The Poetry Locksmith we are featuring the work of Nina Sokol – a poet new to Eye On Life.  She begins with the poem, Everything on Earth Pulls You, that is an expression of her fascination with the comparative gravity of Earth (vs. other planets) and its effects on us.

All you poets, be sure to enter the fourth annual Eye On Life Poetry Contest – First Prize $100, Second Prize $50 and a couple of Third Prize books of poetry to be awarded to the talented winners.  Check out last year’s winners, Peggy Trojan, Jim Davis, Amye Nicole Bird and Olivia Arieti if you would like to be inspired or scared away, whatever.

In other news, as promised, I have recorded my new song, Home By Myself, for your listening, uh, pleasure.  I do a passable job at the vocals I hope you’ll agree, and avoid sounding too too bad on the trombone solo.  While in retrospect transposing the piece one step up may have had a salutary effect, minimizing the weakness of my lower vocal range, still the piece is written in the voice of a stupid old man, so perhaps it is the truest to itself as is.   Also, I loathe retakes.  My next goal is to assemble a group of musicians to do at least an instrumental version live someplace.  That would be fun.

The Klezmer Band that I play with, Klezjam, will be playing at the “Klezmer Konquest Hanukkah Concert” at the JCC in Worcester, Massachusetts on December 2nd, 2012.  Admission is free.  We play a killer hora set so come and work up a sweat with us.  Will see who has to sit down first, eh?

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November 15, 2012 Leave a comment

I think Thanksgiving is called Thanksgiving instead of Givingthanks because of its age.   In conversation today, except when actually discussing the holiday, one would not generally say, “It is a time of Thanksgiving,” but rather, “It is time to give thanks.”  The technical writer who is still struggling to get out of me says that the latter has the advantage of clarity while the poet who will simply not remain stuck anywhere inside me says that the former has the intriguing feature of combining a noun and a verb to create a noun and in addition has an attractive dah-di-dah rhythm as opposed to the not quite-as-attractive di-di-dah rhytm of Givingthanks.  All things considered, I think we’ll stick with “Thanksgiving,” shan’t we?

Now that that’s decided, we can move on to present pressing matters.  This week at the Poetry Locksmith we have unlocked some new poetry by Carol Hamilton, and Donal Mahoney returns with another new poem, too.   All of the poems, as I mention in my introduction to Carol’s work, reference (sometimes inadvertently) some aspect of the coming holiday season from Thanksgiving extending out past New Year’s Day. 

In other news, I have finished arranging my new song, “Home By Myself” and expect to have it available for your listening – well, if not pleasure than at least amusement – by next week.  It’s the first classic swing arrangement I’ve ever done, despite my love of the genre.  My apologies to Michael Buble in advance.   Meanwhile our band, Klezjam, is gearing up for the latest Klezmer Battle of the Bands in Worcester (wuh-stah), Massachusetts coming up in December.  I’m doing a little arranging for that, too. 

Fun and more fun.

The Elasticity of Moments

November 6, 2012 Leave a comment

Some moments last longer than others and the same is true of minutes, hours, days, etc.   Here half a month has gone by and I have been remiss in my postings hereabouts.  My apologies, but as I said before, I have been busy.

Meanwhile at Eye On Life I have announced the upcoming Eye On Life Poetry Contest.  This will be the fourth annual iteration of this particular event and I hope to see several new faces.  But I’ll do more huckstering later.

For now I’d just like to say that I have a new episode of The Unlicensed Poet up at The Poetry Locksmith and new poems will be up shortly at Poetry Unlocked.  Also I am finishing a new song that will be available for your listening pleasure sometime this month.

So please bear with me.   It is as if time is a speeding car and I am clinging to the roof.  Shortly, however, I will make my way back into the passenger’s seat where I belong.

I call shotgun.