WRAPPING IT UP: POETRY AS PRESENT, A GIFT IN OUR LIVES “WITHOUT WHICH MEN DIE MISERABLY EVERY DAY”

Making an End: On Doing It Right: The Poetry Way

WRAPPING IT UP: POETRY AS PRESENT, A GIFT IN OUR LIVES “WITHOUT WHICH MEN DIE MISERABLY EVERY DAY” (“To Asphodel, That Greeny Flower,” William Carlos Williams)—a wrap and rap of the New Year, for getting us in the mood for New Year’s Eve, in which we let poetry work its magic on us, and consider the folly of any curriculum that does not include poetry as essential practical knowledge for going forward with our own lives and our country’s and world’s and earth’s, to put it mildly:

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CHRISTMAS EVE WHEN JOHN MUIR DIED, LUNGS FLOODED AS HIS BELOVED HETCH HETCHY VALLEY, YOSEMITE’S TWIN, IN THE NATIONAL PARK, DROWNED BY AN ACT OF CONGRESS TO SUPPORT WATER AND POWER FOR SAN FRANCISCO

We slow down to remember not only Muir’s anguish for the Hetch Hetchy Valley which he tried to save, as much as he wrote about it, but the love of light, love of earth that animated him and made him leap with joy, shouting “The Glory!”, and Muir’s life as a poet giving us an immortal joy for the experience of living on earth. That’s what we celebrate on Christmas Eve–for more on his Christmas carols, you can go to barbaramossberg.com, and hear (hear! hear!) about Muir’s stratetic use of Christmas carols to save the earth.

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JOHN MUIR’S CHRISTMAS CAROL STRATEGIES TO SAVE THE EARTH: THE POETRY OF BEHOLDING NIGHT AND DAY, HARKING, GLORY, AND JOY

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A celebration of an earth-struck poetry-loving man, as a geologist “rocks” around the clock. John Muir’s death certificate lists him as a geologist, but it’s not as a geologist that we name hospitals, stars, glaciers, schools, trails, flowers, and forests after him; it’s in his poetry we feel his glacial powers to create a flowing unstoppable force of civic support for our national parks, whose 100th anniversary we celebrate this year.

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Coming Soon: JOHN MUIR’S CHRISTMAS CAROLS – STRATEGIES TO SAVE THE EARTH!

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Our celebration John Muir and of the 100th anniversary of the National Parks Service will be heading your way December 19th! Listen early as Dr. B gives us a teaser of the upcoming episode.

GROWING OLD AND BOLD WITH POETS ON OUR JOURNEY!—You need this show, I know: the “difficult” and “despised poems . . . without which men die miserably every day”—William Carlos Williams.

I shall grow old but never lose life’s zest, Because the road’s last turn will be the best.—Henry Van Dyke

“THE DIFFERENCE MADE ME BOLD:” CELEBRATING EMILY DICKINSON’S LIFE OF SERVICE, IN HONOR OF HER 186 BIRTHDAY, THE MEANING SHARING ONE’S LIFE CAN MAKE TO THE SPIRIT WITH WHICH WE EACH GO FORTH BOLDLY WHERE NO ONE HAS BEEN BEFORE, WITH THE LIKES OF MAY SARTON, RUTH STONE, TILLIE OLSEN, WENDY BARKER, SANDRA GILBERT, LINDA GREGG, LUCLILLE CLIFTON, DEB CASEY, AND NOT ONLY FEISTY LADIES INCLUDING THE SPHINX BUT THE GUYS, DANTE, ELIOT, GERALD STERN, STANLEY KUNITZ, DONALD HALL, W.S. MERWIN, JAMES WRIGHT, CHARLES GIBILTERRA, AND CHARLES TRIPI, CHRISTIAN WIMAN, WITH SPECIAL TRIBUTES TO JACK GILBERT AND LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI

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WHY SCIENTISTS LOVE FRANK ZAPPA AND HOW WE KNOW E.E. CUMMINGS WAS A PHYSICIST AND WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A PHYSICIAN AND EMILY DICKINSON WAS A SCIENTIST and other news we need to live in happy-ness and hoppy-ness and not “die miserably every day”

“i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun’s birthday, and this is the birthday of life, and of love and wings, and the gay great happening illimitably earth” –e.e. cummings WELCOME to our Poetry Slow Down . . .I’m your host Professor Barbara Mossberg, we’re produced by Zappa Johns, a fact for which we pause to acknowledge the immortal Frank Zappa, who died on this day, but, as a Mother of Invention, is alive again today, we’re slowing down to make the morning last . . . You know you move too fast!

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