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Salon is having a limerick contest…


Five rhyming lines might be the ideal way to describe Mitt Romney’s ill-starred campaign fundraiser in Florida. If you can put a limerick together, you can enter Salon’s contest.

Here are a couple of competitors:

At a meeting in Boca Raton,

Mitt Romney was filmed by a phone

Limerick King Edward Lear

as he quipped to his host,

“Through this race I would coast,

If I just had a darker skin tone.”


This man of the uppermost class,

Who hopes to gain critical mass,

Leaves nothing to chance, sir,

But pulls every answer

Reliably out of his ass.

Send your entries to The deadline is 5 p.m. ET on Sunday. Please include your name and hometown. Good luck!


Billy Collins: Poems with Animations from the TED Conference.

I think we should be very thankful for the broad range of the TED Conferences, which include science and social engineering with poetry and the other arts.

Here’s former Poet Laureate of the US, Billy Collins, with poems and animations. Enjoy.


Poems for the 1st day of Spring:

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Is hung with bloom along the bough.

A.E. Housman (1859–1936)
A Shropshire Lad (1896)

Spring has sprung, the grass has ris’,
I wonder where the birdie is?

There he is up in the sky,
He dropped some whitewash in my eye!

I‘m alright, I won’t cry,
I’m just glad that cows can’t fly!


Spring breeze—
the pine on the ridge
whispers it

Kobayashi Issa (1804)

Enjoy the Day.

No contraception! “Every sperm is sacred”

I love Moe’s posts… I get my biggest laughs out of them. See the whole thing plus video  HERE.

Whatever Works

I think the recent Catholic objection to paying for contraception was not without merit on First Amendment grounds. But that’s the constitutional part. I am otherwise delighted to join in the mockery, so richly deserved.

This Monty Python classic has been getting a bit of play around the interwebs today. (Should I email it to the local archbishop I wonder? It might be okay cuz it’s not about lady parts.)

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Ed Zanheiser, Poet, on the Radio with me this morning…

I covered for John Case on “Winners and Losers” this morning, and since Monday (even Labor Day Monday) is poetry day on the show, John arranged for local poet Ed Zanheiser to be on with me. Ed read some of his poems and others and we had a great chat about poetry, labor unions, Shepherdstown and other things.

Here’s Ed reading some of his work at the 2008 Montana Wilderness Association Convention. Enjoy.

John Case and I are talking about doing a weekly podcast…

…based on the Winners And Losers show we do on Friday mornings. To start with, it will probably only be a half hour presentation which we’ll put up right after the Friday show. We’ll cover our favorite subjects like poetry and theatre and politics…lots of politics… and hopefully have a few guests on and a little music.

We’re looking into the technical stuff now… but this could happen pretty soon. We’ll be promoting it on Facebook and Twitter and iTunes… and, of course, we’ll announce it on WSHC.

As I was reviewing poetry…

…prior to doing Winners And Losers on WSHC FM this morning,  I discovered this piece of poetic wonder:

Washington Crossing The Delaware
a sonnet by David Shulman (1936)

A hard, howling, tossing water scene.
Strong tide was washing hero clean.
“How cold!” Weather stings as in anger.
O Silent night shows war ace danger!

The cold waters swashing on in rage.
Redcoats warn slow his hint engage.
When star general’s action wish’d “Go!”
He saw his ragged continentals row.

Ah, he stands – sailor crew went going.
And so this general watches rowing.
He hastens – winter again grows cold.
A wet crew gain Hessian stronghold.

George can’t lose war with’s hands in;
He’s astern – so go alight, crew, and win!

Did you find the particular fascination of this sonnet? Every line is an anagram of the title… amazing.

Sitting in Shaharazade’s Listening to Poets Reading

John Case and I sit at a small able listening to poets reading. This is a local group in Shepherdstown… generally older folks… that meets on the first Sunday of the month in this small tea house to read work to each other.

Long poems; short poems; poems about average local life and about art and about history. Neal Martineau read along poem about studying art in Paris with Bonnard.

There are eight or ten poets here to read tonight. The battery died in John’s tape recorder, so we will only have one or two poems being read to use on the radio.