Poetry on the Move: a contest for 2012

Poetry on the Move
“Invention”

Announcing the Santa Clara County Poet Laureate’s 2012 project, “Poetry on the Move,” a poetry contest supported by the City of San Jose Office of Cultural Affairs, VTA, Arts Council Silicon Valley, and Santa Clara County to put poetry in public transportation. Winning poems will be placed in VTA light rail and buses next year.

Call for submissions:

Send your best poem, 50 words or less, that in some way relates to the contest theme, “Invention.” I’m looking for poems that celebrate who we are and what we do in Silicon Valley. Write about “Invention” as a subject or a theme, or think of your poem as an invention. In it, capture the spirit of “making new” that shapes our county.

These guidelines are to get you started writing. Poems of 50 words prove an ideal length to fill the transit “car cards” and still be read easily. I will post a few samples of poems that “fit” the 50 word limit on the blog [www.poetlaureateblog.org], but it’s up to you to find a way to envision the theme, “Invention.”

Here are a few ideas. Take your journal, ride VTA  around the county, and see what inspires you out the window. Visit The Tech Museum or the Computer History Museum of Mountain View . Head to an art museum; attend a public performance; walk your city center. Read the Technology section of the paper; stay home and Google. Get inspired. Write. Invent something!

Submission Guidelines:

  1. One poem of which you are the author
  2. 50 words or less
  3. Relate your poem in some way to the theme, “Invention”
  4. Online submissions only; details described at a later date
  5. County residents only; please provide address to verify
  6. Final judging by an outside judge
  7. Five winners will have poems appear on car cards in VTA transit
  8. Writers acknowledge that poem format, not content, might be changed to fit car card dimensions.
  9. Runners-up will be posted on the Poet Laureate blog and participate in public readings as possible.

The open submission period and complete submission instructions will be announced early January, 2012. Stay tuned to updates here at http://www.poetlaureateblog.org

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December 7 thoughts: Nils Peterson

I thought you might be interested to read comments former Santa Clara County Poet Laureate Nils Peterson made to the San Jose City Council on this date during his tenure.Remembering is a practice essential to living humane lives. Thanks for your thoughts, Nils.

Sally Ashton
Santa Clara County Poet Laureate

“I feel privileged to be here speaking on December 7th, the anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor.  I was 8 when it happened.  I lived then in New Jersey where my father had found a job after some difficult years early in the Great Depression, but on that day, we were visiting Mt. Vernon, N.Y. where my parents, both of them from Sweden, had met in an English as a Second Language Class.  They still had many friends there among the small colony of Swedes. We had a nice day, but I was looking forward to the ride home because we were going to listen to Jack Benny.  We drove through the Holland Tunnel, then turned the radio on, but there was no Jack, only news of the attack and the whole world began the change that still goes on.  My father, too old for the army, left a job he loved for work in a factory to help with the war effort.  Half a continent away, David King, my future father-in-law, left his wife and the two-month old daughter who would later become my wife to join the Navy.

Soon meat, sugar, and gas were rationed, (the speed limit was set at 55 if you could find gas) and soon all the windows of all the houses were covered with black shades to make sure light would not betray us to night attack.  Wardens strolled the streets to make certain no glimmer shone through.  Soon there were red and white flags in those windows with space for the blue stars announcing this was a house that had sent a soldier, or soldiers, off to war.  When the first casualty lists came back, some of those stars changed to gold.  And soon the whole world was changed, the great globe at the center of the reading room of the library which had seemed so permanent, each country defined by its own color, became more and more irrelevant.  At the war’s end, it was as outmoded as the Gatling gun.

In those days, at school assemblies, we sang not only the first verse of the “Star-Spangled Banner,” but the 4th which begins:

Oh, thus be it ever that free men shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.

it goes on,

Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation

Our time too is difficult with its own wars and desolations, but on this day, it is my hope, and I’m sure the hope of all your constituents, that you will be given the wisdom to make choices that will preserve us, a city, a state, a nation, and, yes, more than preserve – the choices that will help us grow in justice, good will, and freedom.”      -Nils Peterson

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Favorite Poems in Morgan Hill!

The second Favorite Poems Reading was another delightful time with a strong turnout filling all the seats at Booksmart in Morgan Hill Thursday night. Readers including Morgan Hill Mayor Steve Tate and County Supervisor Mike Wasserman came up to bat–literally, in Supervisor Wasserman’s case–for poetry.  The rest of the reading lineup included Harry Lafnear, Karen English, Kelly Cressio-Moeller, Millicent Kellogg, Nancy Glaze, Mary Lou Taylor, Dennis Richardson, Cinda Meister, Darrell dela Cruz, and Stefan Moeller. See what they read posted in the List of Readers link, above.

It’s difficult to explain how a group of volunteer readers come together and create a single memorable event from their personal comments around such diverse poems, but they do. I find it a privilege to attend and be a part of the magic. I’ll be hosting one more early next year, so stay tuned both for the opportunity to read your earlier submission or simply to soak it in.

While we didn’t get a group shot this time, these few pics will give you a small sense of the readers and the venue. Thanks again, Booksmart, Morgan Hill.

Sally Ashton
Santa Clara County Poet Laureate

Welcome to all from Booksmart owner, Cinda Meister

Professor Karen English, San Jose State University, reading from Anne Bradstreet

County Supervisor Wasserman reading "Casey at the Bat"

Mayor Steve Tate, Morgan Hill reading "At the Zoo"

Arts Council Silicon Valley Executive Director, Nancy Glaze giving her thoughts.

SLAC physicist Stefan Moeller ringing in December reading Schiller's "Song of the Bell"

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Favorite Poems Reading: This Thursday December 1

Join me this Thursday, December 1 at 7pm at Booksmart in Morgan Hill as I host the second public reading of Santa Clara County’s Favorite Poems.  I’m looking forward to hearing contributors read their poems and their thoughts about them. We’ve got a great line-up of readers. You can see them and their favorite poems on the “List of Readers” page above. We’ll begin and end with “bells,” perfect for the holiday season.

See you there!

Sally Ashton
Poet Laureate

 

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Elizabeth Sanford: A favorite poem

We and They
by Rudyard Kipling

One of my favorite poems is Kipling’s “We and They.” I first read it in high school just prior to embarking on a 4-month backpacking trip around western Europe – my first trip abroad and alone. The poem always stuck with me because I read it at a time when I was experiencing many new and foreign ideas and thinking about what makes “us” and “them.”

Elizabeth Sanford, MPA
Policy Analyst / Communications and Outreach

Office of Supervisor Mike Wasserman
Santa Clara County Board of Supervisors



We and They

Father and Mother, and Me,
Sister and Auntie say
All the people like us are We,
And every one else is They.
And They live over the sea,
While We live over the way,
But-would you believe it? –They look upon We
As only a sort of They!

We eat pork and beef
With cow-horn-handled knives.
They who gobble Their rice off a leaf,
Are horrified out of Their lives;
While they who live up a tree,
And feast on grubs and clay,
(Isn’t it scandalous? ) look upon We
As a simply disgusting They!

We shoot birds with a gun.
They stick lions with spears.
Their full-dress is un-.
We dress up to Our ears.
They like Their friends for tea.
We like Our friends to stay;
And, after all that, They look upon We
As an utterly ignorant They!

We eat kitcheny food.
We have doors that latch.
They drink milk or blood,
Under an open thatch.
We have Doctors to fee.
They have Wizards to pay.
And (impudent heathen!) They look upon We
As a quite impossible They!

All good people agree,
And all good people say,
All nice people, like Us, are We
And every one else is They:
But if you cross over the sea,
Instead of over the way,
You may end by (think of it!) looking on We
As only a sort of They!

Rudyard Kipling


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Dave Denny: A favorite poem

Let Evening Come
by Jane Kenyon

“Let Evening Come” disarms the reader with its almost-familiar imagery and almost-folksy tone of voice.  Just beneath the surface of the poem, however, is something that I’m tempted to call existential terror.  The coming of evening is natural, yes, but ominous.  Like Robert Frost’s “Acquainted with the Night,” it is a meditation on mortality.  For me, the poem almost functions as a prayer of consolation, a surrender in the face of the inevitable, into the arms of Comfort.  I also admire the poem’s subtle technique: its rhythmical structure and its mastery of rhetorical nuance—for example, the whole weight of the poem pivots on a single word: “so.”

Dave Denny
Professor of English, De Anza College
Poet Laureate, Cupertino



Let Evening Come

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through the chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn.  Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass.  Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down.  Let the shed
go black inside.  Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid.  God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.

Jane Kenyon
1947-1995

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Dave Eisbach: A favorite poem

Retro
by Kathie Isaac-Luke

I love this poem for the freshness in describing what might have been.  It is refreshing because the usual angst or sadness is missing.  The subject shows no dissatisfaction with her own life, yet wistfully creates a scene and scenario in which she would have been content or even happy. I think the everyday picture of attire and activities makes a broad stroke coloring both sides of the poet’s pen.

Dave Eisbach
Realtor, teacher, former San Jose Arts Commissioner
San Jose


Retro 

I should have liked to live in Paris
in the fifties.
It would have suited me to wear
my flared voile dress with polka dots,
matching pumps, and wide brimmed hat.
So dressed, I would descend the stairs
from my compact apartment to check the mail,
delivered twice daily in the fifties,
and look for the vellum envelope
postmarked Marseilles with his initials
inked across the back.
Then I would walk my dog-
no not a poodle, even in the fifties
I retained my sense of individuality-
a terrier, let’s say.
I would sit in an outdoor bistro drinking
coffee, faintly trying not to meet the eyes
of a gentleman facing me under the canopy
of smoke that swirled around those cafes.
I would pretend not to notice how he lowered
his Le Monde to admire my well-turned ankles-
I had well turned ankles in the fifties-
Then off to the market to buy a fresh baguette,
gruyere and brie. Yes, I should have liked to live in
Paris in the fifties. That would have suited me, I think.

Kathie Isaac-Luke

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Millicent Kellogg: A favorite poem

Jenny Kissed Me
by James Henry Leigh Hunt

“Jenny Kissed Me,” by James Henry Leigh Hunt Was the first poem I remember memorizing – I was probably five or six.   At that age, I understood every word of the poem, (which was not true of others I had read), and I had a soaring expectation that maybe some  day that breathless encounter  would happen with me.   It still registers with gentle loving passion.

Millicent Kellogg
Sheep Rancher and Poet; Retired RN
Morgan Hill


Jenny Kissed Me

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.

James Henry Leigh Hunt
1784-1859

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Karen DeMello: A favorite poem

Demain, des l’aube
by Victor Hugo

For over 30 years my favorite poem has been “Demain, des l’aube” by Victor Hugo.  I first came upon this poem in a college French literature class, where I fell in love with the sound of the words and the unexpected conclusion.  Even to this day I gasp when the destination is reached.  Over the years I have read this poem to many friends who do not know French, yet they feel the emotion.  Victor Hugo’s beautiful biographical words touch and console me,  giving me hope to continue on when times are tough.

Karen DeMello
Software Engineer by day, Nature walk educator by night/weekend
Mountain View


Demain, des l’aube

Tomorrow, at dawn, in the hour when the countryside becomes white,
I will leave. You see, I know that you are waiting for me.
I will go by the forest, I will go by the mountain.
I cannot stay far from you any longer.

I will walk the eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Without seeing anything outside, nor hearing any noise,
Alone, unknown, the back curved, the hands crossed,
Sad, and the day for me will be like the night.

I will not look at the gold of the evening which falls,
Nor the faraway sails descending towards Harfleur.
And when I arrive, I will put on your tomb
A green bouquet of holly and flowering heather.

(for the original French, click below)

Victor Hugo
1802-1885
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Maria Diaz: A favorite poem

Theme for English 1B
by Langston Hughes

I chose this poem for two reasons: I was able to find a connection with the poem and the poet since I am a person of color, and I know how difficult it is to be accepted in a different society. I also love this poem because it shows Hughes’ struggles for equality. This poem has given me a clear insight into the importance of being different but at the same time equal. Being an ESL student has helped me to realize that I should never give up and to work hard to achieve my goals in life. I really like Langston Hughes’ writing. He makes it easier to understand the importance of equality and what makes each individual unique and different in America.

Maria Diaz, 25
Full-time student
SJSU


Theme for English 1B

The instructor said,

Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you—
Then, it will be true.

I wonder if it’s that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
I went to school there, then Durham, then here
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and write this page:

It’s not easy to know what is true for you or me
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I’m what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me—we two—you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear New York too.) Me—who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or records—Bessie, bop, or Bach.
I guess being colored doesn’t make me NOT like
the same things other folks like who are other races.
So will my page be colored that I write?
Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white—
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That’s American.
Sometimes perhaps you don’t want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that’s true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me—
although you’re older—and white—
and somewhat more free.

This is my page for English B.

Langston Hughes

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