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Today’s podcast at 7PM Eastern: Halloween poetry slam!

UPDATE, Saturday 1 November
The poetry slam was something else! For the first half hour the switchboard didn’t work, so start listening at the 30-minute mark, and then we had a wonderful time. Jane Goodwin, Shane and Frank were there, along with the recurrent audio of Vincent Price, which kept popping up whether we wanted it or not.

Haunted? only with laughter!

Earler,
Jane Goodwin‘s back with more poetry, and it’s Halloween, so we’ll combine every theme and add a few spooky poems to the mix. Call in with your favorites!

Chat’s open at 6:45PM, and the call in number is 646 652-2639. Join us!

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Last night’s Poetry Slam

My friend Jane asked for a Poetry Slam podcast, and I gladly agreed. You can listen to the podcast here.

Siggy and Richard Fernandez, and callers Zen and Shiva joined in.

Jane read To Be Invisible in the 21st Century, Siggy read The Soldier by Rupert Brooke (who, as Richard mentioned died of a mosquito bite), and Shiva and Zen read their own poetry. Richard recited Phillippine prison poetry in Tagalog and English,

Lumipas ang panahon
Unti-unting nalalagas and dahon ng kalendaryo
Ang limutin kita ay hindi ko magagawa
Ang limutin mo ako ikaw ang bahala

Time fleets by
The leaves of the calendar fall
You always will forget me
Though I cling to your ghost
Like a pall

We had such a good time that Jane asked for more, so we’ll be back next Friday at 7PM Eastern. Join us!

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Saturday night Leonard

Via Pamela

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah


Be well, my friends

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