picnic time :D

[alee_grrl]

Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.

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[zirconium]

Hello, y'all! *circulates carton of Scottish Blue kale + sweet potato stew*

One of the library books I have nearby at the moment is Daniel Berrigan's And the Risen Bread. There's a poem near the end that grabbed me, "On Being a Certain Kind of Jesuit" (p. 389). It seems to be sporadically viewable via GoogleBooks. (Not sure how/when their algorithms permit previews at some times but not others; will research it some other week...)

And speaking of Berrigan, here's Dar Williams performing her song about the Catonsville 9 (Father Berrigan being one of them):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_kohxiPiPQ (video, lowish volume)
http://www.poemhunter.com/song/i-had-no-right/ (lyrics)

(I recently copyedited a book on peace activists, and some of the folks in it interviewed for it are likely involved with the current protests in Chicago.)

[bookblather]

This week's theme made me remember one of my favorite Rumi poems ever, of which an excerpt gets me through the hardest times. Here it is online: Unmarked Boxes.

[bookblather]

I absolutely love that song. Dar Williams is amazing, forever, and I Had No Right is incredibly moving.