#Phoenix Poet Laureate

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Zoological Positivism Blues by Paul Muldoon (read by Gabriel Byrne)

Come with me to the petting zoo Its waist high turnstile gate Come with me to the petting zoo We’ll prove it’s not too late For them to corner something new They can humiliate You know the zoo in Phoenix Park Began with one wild boar It’s in the zoo in Phoenix Park We heard the lion roar And disappointment made its mark On the thorn forest floor

I guess we’ll hire two folding bikes They rent them by the day I guess we’ll hire two folding bikes And you’ll meet me halfway Why do orangutans look like They’re wearing bad toupees? The mealworm and the cricket snacks The tender foliage The mealworm and the cricket snacks They’re still stored in a fridge For when the polar bears start back Across the old land bridge

You snuggled up to me at dawn For fear I’d oversleep You snuggled up to me at dawn The tickets are dirt cheap For outings in the carriage drawn

By two Merino sheep So come with me to the petting zoo And we’ll see how things stand Come with me to the petting zoo I’ll learn to take commands I’m sure we’ll find something to do If we’ve time on our hands

Source: Guardian Visuals, 2015

In 2015 actors including James Franco, Ruth Wilson, Gabriel Byrne, Maxine Peake, Jeremy Irons, Kelly Macdonald and Michael Sheen read a series of 20 original poems on the theme of climate change, curated by UK poet laureate Carol Ann Duffy.

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Arizona Falls in Phoenix, Arizona Located in northeastern Phoenix, on the edge of Scottsdale, this unusual attraction highlights a waterfall created in 1883 during the construction of the Arizona Canal. When contractor William J. Murphy and his team came upon a natural 20-foot drop, they decided to incorporate the drop into a new waterfall. Locals started coming to the spot for picnics and recreation, enjoying the cool mist of the waterfall and the area's shady trees. In 1902, Phoenix's first hydroelectric power plant was built at the site and was then rebuilt and updated in 1911. The power plant encased the falls and a dance floor was built on the plant's roof. The plant was shut down in 1950 when necessary repairs and maintenance were deemed too expensive for the plant to continue operation. Over the ensuing years, interest in the site waxed and waned until the city of Phoenix and the water and power organization Salt River Project (SRP) joined forces to create a new hydroelectric plant and public recreational park featuring art installations and educational materials. The current park opened in 2003. Mags Harries, a sculptor, and her husband Lajos Heder, an architect, designed the falls alongside landscape architect Steve Martino.The park features overlooks and a concrete deck where visitors can sit and feel the waterfall's spray. At the park, there's a boulder from each of the dam sites SRP manages, gears from the original powerhouse, and thematic poetry by Alberto Rios, Arizona's first poet laureate, that's been sandblasted into the concrete. Signs throughout the park explain the history of the site, hydroelectric power, and how the white amur fish helps clear the water of weeds and algae. https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/arizona-falls

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FLP CHAPBOOK OF THE DAY: The Firetalker’s Daughter by Regina YC Garcia

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The Firetalker’s Daughter honors the power of #mother’s love and tender #teaching, the value of #ancestral gifting and wisdom, the necessity of mourning for movement, and the audacity to hope and act for a more just future. Spun along a motif of fire, these poems carry searing incantations that evoke an awareness of the relevance of the literal, figurative, and spiritual #fires that breathe down lines and throughout time.

Regina YC Garcia resides in Greenville, NC and is a Poet, Writer, Voice Artist, Narrator, and English Professor at Pitt Community College. She holds a BA in Speech Communication with a Concentration in the Oral Interpretation of Literature from The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, as well as a Masters in Education with a Graduate Certificate in Multicultural and Transnational Literature from East Carolina University. She is the 2021 National DAR American Heritage Poetry Award Winner, a 2021 NCLR James Applewhite Semifinalist, and is published in a variety of journals and anthologies. Additionally, she has both written and video poetry featured in The South Florida Poetry Journal, Up the Staircase Quarterly, The Book of Black, Black and…, The Amistad, The Black Light Project (a documentary), and others. She additionally has upcoming work in Main Street Rag, and poetry and voice work to be featured in the Sacred 9 Project, a series of musical and literary compositions, arranged by Curtis Raybon, Director of Choirs at Tulane University. Regina is the mother of three grown sons and one ‘daughter-in-love, and is married to the wonderful Romeo A. Garcia, Jr.

PRAISE FOR The Firetalker’s Daughter by Regina YC Garcia

Spiritual incantation and unspoken ancestral magic singed and sparked my heart, as I moved through the language and gospel of Regina YC Garcia‘s debut collection The Firetalker’s Daughter. Charting a path through her lineage of healers and those who could “talk the fire” out of burns and wounds, the gift passed over her, she burns her own powerful impressions of Black Light onto the breaking world, like an ancestor alive and witnessing. “I cannot talk the fire / Yet, I am Fire… Truth / My ancient magic renders demons cold.” Garcia takes the reader into the depths of self, motherhood, social justice cries, the erasure of Black history by the fires of an all-consuming whiteness, mourning a lost daughter in Breonna Taylor, and yet, carrying an unwavering hope in “the rise of indomitable spirits from the embers.” The seeds of generations are scattered in these blazing words, torched open. These poems— a phoenix rising from, all around us, a world of ash.

–Kai Coggin, author of Mining for Stardust, Incandescent, and Wingspan

The Firetalker’s Daughter is an offering, incantation, and invocation that taps into the power physically or metaphorically of fire. Through expressions of the inner self, Regina YC Garcia’s poems tap into the questions of reconciling fearsome nature with goodness and peacefulness as seen through this divine elemental creation.

Scorching imagery and passion create wisps of smoke. Smoldering narratives become lightning bolts and poetic kindling igniting substantive undergrowth for a brighter day. The Firetalker’s Daughterinvites the blaze that always illuminates the before time of far tomorrows.

–Jaki Shelton Green, North Carolina Poet Laureate

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✔ Mark Your Calendars: Thursday Oct 13 on 🎨#JamieRoxx’s Pop Roxx Radio 🎙️#TalkShow and 🎧#Podcast w/ Featured Guest:

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See Your Shadow Songwriting is a musical creation entity currently based out of Phoenix, Arizona. Run by Michael Coleman, aka The Metropolitan Cowboy, See Your Shadow is unique in the fact that it is a collaborative network of talented vocalists and musicians who make the songs it creates their star.  Michael Coleman, the artistic director of See Your Shadow Songwriting, writes and produces all the songs created and released by See Your Shadow Songwriting.  See Your Shadow was launched in Columbus, Ohio, and takes its name from Michael Coleman’s birthday being Groundhog Day.  Michael Coleman and See Your Shadow Songwriting’s lyrical writing style packs such a punch, that Michael has earned the distinction of being the only professional songwriter ever nominated for the office of Poet Laureate for the State of Ohio.

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#ArtLitPhx: Four Chambers presents Get Lit: Rupi Kaur, Instagram Poets, and the Politics of Craft

#ArtLitPhx: Four Chambers presents Get Lit: Rupi Kaur, Instagram Poets, and the Politics of Craft

Inspired by the literary and philosophical salons of 17th century France, Four Chambers presents Get Lit: Rupi Kaur, Instagram Poets, and the Politics of Craft. Every month, Four Chambers hosts a night of conversation, community, and drinking with Phoenix Poet Laureate and ASU Lecturer of English Rosemarie Dombrowski, PhD.

This month’s event will take place Thursday, November 2nd, from 7pm to…

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#Knittle #Quotes #Poetry #Poet #Poets #Poem #Love #Heart #Soul #Giving #Children #Sons #instagrampoetry #instagram #Addiction #Recovery #Addict #PTSD #Veteran #Texas A Poets brother and father I'm closest with my younger brother beside me and father behind, I guess from out of the ashes new life is born like the mighty Phoenix except in the case old wounds are healed and new memories will be made. Poet Richard M Knittle Jr. A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020 https://www.instagram.com/p/BuhHlKogLDU/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mbyds7joshn5

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We fell in love with National Youth Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman like so many others on January 20th. Having never heard of Amanda, we were instantly awestruck when she took the stage in her glowing golden jacket and red band. She looked like a delicate bird. She sang like one, too. Her poetry was a soothing melody that healed America's wounds like phoenix tears. The grace of her hands were like two synchronized dancers. We quickly fell into a trance. Above all else, her message has stayed with us. ⁠ ⁠ Rise. Rebuild. Reconcile. Recover. ⁠ ⁠ She gave us what we needed to hear; what this nation needed to hear: hope. We are not broken, simply "unfinished." Now is the time to come together and lift our hands toward each other. Only together can we heal. As she so elegantly spoke... ⁠ ⁠ "there is always light, if only we're brave enough to see it, if only we're brave enough to be it."⁠ ⁠ We are so excited to celebrate Black History Month! We've got books to read, programs to watch, actions to take, businesses to support, inspirational folx to follow. Cannot wait to share some of our plans with you and hear what you've got going on!⁠ ⁠ This list isn't something we bust out only for special occasions. Our core values of integrity, intention, altruism, abundance, balance and optimism inform the decisions we make on a daily basis. In living in alignment with these values, we naturally navigate the space we're in with devotion to equity, equality and justice. Black History Month shouldn't be 28 days of doing good, hard work meant to sustain your feelings of allyship until the following February. This is work and reveling we should commit to every single day to ensure the change we desperately need in our society.⁠ ⁠ So tell us, what do you have on the agenda? Anything you think we'd all love to join you in celebrating? Please share! ✊🏿✊🏾✊🏽✊🏼✊🏻✊⁠ @sacred_ruins⁠ & @foreignspell⁠ ⁠ #blackhistorymonth #blacklivesmatter # blm #amandagorman #thehillweclimb #poetry #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poet #inspiration #justice #equality #equity #ally #healamerica #allyship #risetogether #standtogether #surj #showupforracialjustice #advocacy #change #hope #racialjustice https://www.instagram.com/p/CK2eogOn8UZ/?igshid=o83tq5ug7fm7

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#BlackLivesMatter (2)

InSide-Liminale, Alice ed io, sosteniamo la causa del #blacklivesmatter.

Sia come individui che come collettivo di lavoro, siamo impegnati nella lotta contro qualsiasi tipologia di razzismo. Ci stiamo attivamente mettendo all’opera su come possiamo sostenere la nostra comunità sia negli Stati Uniti che a livello internazionale. E’ nostro compito interrogarci sul nostro rapporto con le questioni politiche, razziali ed economiche e indagare su come il nostro lavoro può portare verso il cambiamento. Non abbiamo delle risposte, ma vogliamo apportare il nostro contributo.

Queste sono alcune risorse che abbiamo raccolto e che vorremmo condividere con voi come strumento di sostegno e di apprendimento in merito al tema.

Articles:

“The Death of George Floyd, In Context,” by Jelani Cobb of The New Yorker

“Of Course There Are Protests. The State Is Failing Black People,” by Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor for the New York Times

“This Is How Loved Ones Want Us To Remember George Floyd,” by Alisha Ebrahimji for CNN.

The New York Times Magazine’s award-winning The 1619 Project is as important as ever. Take some time to read (or re-read) the entire thing, particularly this essay by Nikole Hannah-Jones

“You shouldn’t need a Harvard degree to survive birdwatching while black,” by Samuel Getachew, a 17-year-old and the 2019 Oakland youth poet laureate, for the Washington Post

“It’s exhausting. How many hashtags will it take for all of America to see Black people as more than their skin color?” by Rita Omokha for Elle

“The Case for Reparations,” by Ta-Nehisi Coates for The Atlantic

“How to Make This Moment the Turning Point for Real Change,” by Barack Obama in Medium

Books:

The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America’s Great Migration by Isabel Wilkerson

Can we talk about race? Why are all the black kids sitting together in the cafeteria by Beverly Daniel Tatum

A Spectacular Secret: Lynching in American Life and Literature by Jacqueline Goldsby

The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander

So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo

Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah

How To Be An Antiracist by Ibram X. Kendi

White Fragility by Robin DiAngelo

Biased by Dr. Jennifer Eberhardt

Wilmington’s Lie: The Murderous Coup of 1898 and the Rise of White Supremacy by David Zucchino

Raising White Kids: Bringing Up Children In A Racially Unjust America by Jennifer Harvey

The Color of Law: A Forgotten History of  How Our Government Segregated America by Richard Rothstein

The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin https://www.amazon.com/Fire-Next-Time-James-Baldwin/dp/067974472X

Books for Black Dance Legacy

Dancing the Black Question: The Phoenix Dance Company Phenomenon

By: Christy Adair

Performing Blackness: Enactments of African-American Modernism

By: Kimberly W. Benston

Dancing Many Drums: Excavations in African American Dance

By: Thomas DeFrantz

Dancing Revelations: Alvin Ailey’s Embodiment of African American Culture

By: Thomas DeFrantz

Marion D. Cuyjet and her Judimar School of Dance. Training Ballerinas in Black Philadelphia 1948-1971

By: Melanye White Dixon

African-American Performance and Theater History: A Critical Reader

By: Harry Justin Elam, David Krasner

The Royalty of Negro Vaudeville: The Whitman Sisters and the Negotiation of Race, Gender, Class in African American Theatre: 1900-1940

By: Nadine George-Graves

The Black Dancing Body: A Geography from Coon to Cool

By: Brenda Dixon Gottschild

The Black Tradition in American Dance

By: Richard A. Long, Joe Nash

Dancing in Blackness. A Memoir: The Life and Times of Halifu Osumare

By: Halifu Osumare

WHAT TO LISTEN TO

podcast episode with Jamie Foxx, Michael B. Jordan, and Bryan Stevenson about Just Mercy

1619, a New York Times Podcast,  an audio series on how slavery has transformed America, connecting past and present through the oldest form of storytelling. Nikole Hannah-Jones

Still Processing, a New York Times culture podcast with Jenna Wortham and Wesley Morrison

Seeing White, a Scene on the Radio podcast

Code Switch, an NPR podcast tackling race from all angles

Jemele Hill is Unbothered, a podcast with award-winning journalist Jemele Hill

Hear To Slay, “the black feminist podcast of your dreams,” with Roxane Gay and Tressie McMillan Cottom

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Beyond breast cancer: #WhyIWrite

Today is National Day on Writing. The hashtag #WhyIWrite has people around the country sharing their stories about their way with words. Mine is a long story. Still, it’s mine. 

Indulge me a bit, please.

I’d like to look beyond breast cancer. I’d like to talk about #WhyIWrite.

Today is National Day on Writing.

The day promoted by the National Council of Teachers of English recognizes the importance, joy and evolution of writing through a tweetup, using the hashtag #WhyIWrite. The day also celebrates events hosted by educators across the country.

If you’re a writer, if you enjoy good stories, if you have a few minutes to spare on a beautiful fall day, check out http://www.ncte.org/dayonwriting/involve, the website for the National Day on Writing. This link takes you to a section that encourages people to get involved, share their wit and words. Please do.

For me, Why I Write …

> I’m a pretty reserved person. Put a few bourbons in me, though, and that’s not necessarily the case. Still, on a daily basis before noon, I’m quiet, contemplative and observant. I don’t like to speak unless I’m spoken to. Writing lets me change that. I have a voice when I’m behind the keyboard. I can talk like a lady. I can swear like a sailor. I can even admit some of my deepest secrets with a bit of humor and behind-the-scenes honesty.

> When I was a child, I woke one Christmas morning to find a red and white plastic typewriter with a note pecked out and addressed to me. Santa Claus brought me a typewriter and he left a nice note. This BLEW my little blonde mind. I remember how I felt that morning, knowing Santa Claus cared enough to spend a few minutes wishing me well and encouraging me to put my own words to paper. My next typewriter was an electronic model my grandmother gifted me as I entered college. Personal computers were just starting to make a splash and I was still chained to a trusty typewriter. If I had my choice today, I would be pounding out my blog on sheets of white paper bound tightly to a roller, ribbon ink staining my fingers, using as much white correction fluid as I could stomach and quietly scanning these documents into the computer, onto my blog, readers being none the wiser.

> When I was a junior in high school, a language arts teacher charged my class with a creative writing assignment. From what I remember, there weren’t many parameters around the assignment. He wanted us to write a story the class could read and judge. For a few days, I thought about the assignment. I had a nugget of an idea and I started researching names for my main character. I no longer have that story but I wish I did. I was absent the day my class read the assignments. When I returned the next day, the teacher pulled me aside and said the class voted my story among the top two. The story was about a young man who fell in love with a much younger girl in the neighborhood. The man often played with the young girl and, on occasion, watched over her while the girl’s mother was busy at work. People in the neighborhood whispered about this man and the little girl. He did not care. The man gently brushed the girl’s hair. Carefully cooked her favorite foods. He doted on her, spoiled her. The man called the little girl, ‘Doll Baby.’ In the end, the little girl and her family moved away. The man was left with a black and white photograph and a small pink hairbrush.

I think the little girl’s nickname, ‘Doll Baby,’ the title of my story, freaked out my teacher. I explained how I came up with the story and the title. I said my grandfather always called me ‘Doll Baby.’ The teacher looked dumbfounded. I quickly continued this was simply a pet name from my loving grandfather to his first grandchild. He was entirely ‘grandfatherly’ to me. Always.

I will never forget how my classmates looked at me after they read that story. Some were a little shocked. Some who never talked to me before sought me out, wanted my suggestions for their writing. It was heady.

> In college, after failing miserably at my first course of study, sports medicine, I enjoyed a few semesters of English classes while casting about trying to find my way in life. One class introduced me to the brilliance of Flannery O’Connor. Another class, taught by a former poet laureate for the state of Colorado, again tapped into my creative writing ambitions. One assignment had me writing about the desolate landscape around Lander, Wyo., and The Wind River Indian Reservation. My brother and I often spent time in Lander and around The Res growing up. My aunt worked as a government liaison in the community.

My story focused on a white landowner and the Native American man who helped tend his land. I wrote about the coyotes that wailed into the night only breaking through the howling wind on occasion. I wrote about the colorful trout that swam in shallow pools and jumped into the air to snag mosquitos hovering above the bone-cold river. And, I wrote about the relationship the two men enjoyed. Both were crusty, cantankerous individuals. Still, they finished each other’s sentences. They knew how strong to make the coffee. They were fiercely devoted to each other. It wasn’t a ‘Brokeback Mountain’ kind of devotion. (I saw that movie decades later and smiled at the casual similarities.) Instead, it was the comradery shared by men who worked together for decades. In the end, the white landowner dies. His friend buries him on a hilltop so he can still watch over his land. He builds a makeshift headstone and leaves a note. The contents of the note are never revealed and I never said what happened to the Native American.

When the class critiqued my story, there were a few decent comments. Some nice words about the scenes I wrote. Then, a young man sitting across from me chimed in and said he thought the story was ‘trite’ and ‘corny.’ I smiled, nodded and thanked my classmates for their feedback. Afterward, the teacher saw me leaving. She smiled and shrugged. I will never forget that night in a lecture hall at Colorado State University. My first real brush with criticism of my work.

> Eventually, I landed in journalism, writing stories about the communities where I lived. My first beat was as a regional reporter for the college newspaper. I enjoyed getting out, away from campus and reporting on the city beyond the university. After college, I landed a job at my hometown newspaper, returning to the small Northern Colorado city where I grew up. In truth, I was a terrible reporter in those early days. I was tasked with covering a university in the community; weekend crime; health & wellness; and, religion. It was a broad beat for a beaten broad. However, during my time at this newspaper, I was fortunate to find my legs with a couple stories that stick with me. The first was a late-night barn fire that involved a large chicken coop, many dead birds and one scrappy hen a firefighter pulled to safety and tried to revive with a child’s oxygen mask. I still have the front page of that edition. The photo is glorious. The story was well received even though the hen did not pull through. The publisher even gave me a clap on the back for getting out to a late-night blaze with a photographer in tow. Another story that sticks with me from those early days was a feature about a man farming a Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints’ plot. For decades, this man’s devout family had planted and rotated crops at the site. His first remark to me was something like, ‘There’s no better time of year than the spring. Everything is new, filled with promise.’ For some reason. that resonated with me. I was new to journalism. I was filled, I thought, with some promise.

Fast forward, my career in journalism took me to different states, covering everything from a group of young hoods associated with Sammy the Bull Gravano in a Phoenix suburb to a young boy scout accused of sexual assault who fled the country before facing charges to a pair of wayward moose far flung from home resting beneath giant shade trees along Colorado’s busy Interstate 25.  

I was fortunate to work with amazing, brilliant, angry, obnoxious, glorious and gifted people during my time in newspapers. I left journalism after a corporate reorganization that soured my stomach. The day I left the newsroom, I stood with people I hired straight out of college and those more old and gray than me and I cried. I was sure it was the end of my writing life. It tore me apart to stand before the people I worked with, loved and feel so broken down. Little did I know the move would be important.

> When I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer 1.0 in 2013, I remember standing in a cold exam room, stretching my neck high so I didn’t have a double chin and snapping a selfie. I was about to have a biopsy and I thought this was an important moment to capture. When I look back at that photo, I remember exactly how I felt. I was cold. I was scared. And, I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or curse. To find my way, I started researching breast cancer issues. I started writing about every indelicate and indiscreet moment with my cancer. When I look back, my words written as the Cancer Diva are helpful, I think. They are also difficult for me. I never expected to be diagnosed with breast cancer. I never expected to learn far more about this disease than I ever wanted to. I’m glad I did, though. In a strange way, this disease made me write again. I felt like myself again. Although I was sick, bald and barfy, I could put on my Cancer Diva persona and tell stories about the disease. I could try to help people understand a diagnosis or simply find help when they needed a service to clean their house. When my hair started to grow back after a year’s worth of chemo, I thought it was time for the Cancer Diva to exit stage left, quietly make her way to retirement.

After three years in remission, I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer 2.0. Cancer had made camp in my bra again and I was scared. I shut down.

My words about the disease were few and far between. Having this diagnosis after doctors, nurses, secretaries, family and friends told me I did everything right the first time was too much. The diagnosis wasn’t great, Stage 3C metastatic cancer. So, I pledged to get through treatment quietly. I didn’t want to write about how terrified I was. I didn’t want to burden people with the emotion that comes with meeting an estate planning attorney while supporting a post-surgery fluid drain. I didn’t want to dwell on how exhausted, angry and hurt I was.

Recently, however, I have started to feel like myself again. My words are coming more easily. I can, again, laugh about some of the absurdities of day-to-day life with cancer.

In my new blog, Twice Bitten, I try to talk about what I can remember from the past year of treatment. I try to put my words to use again.

If you’re still with me after all this, Thank You. Knowing there are people out in the world reading my words is Why I Write. Knowing that someday my words might help another person facing cancer is Why I Write.

Mostly, Why I Write is because it helps me parse, put into perspective and process what life throws my way. I feel fortunate to have people who no longer find my words ‘trite’ or ‘corny.’

Why I Write is because this woman behind the keyboard is my most flawed, fractured, honest self.

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What’s a Phoenix To a Toni? When I Die, I Want To Come Back As The Poet Laureate Herself As Burning Pages Of Trauma And Healing And Bullshit and Past And Future And Quiet And Loud Be So Bad Ass I Could Lift Up a Crowd With My Pen Quills Become Erect Every Moment Morrison Morphs The Mundane Into Mayhem. May My Life, The Courageous Calluses Of My Palms Be Unbreakable, Never-Ending Ode  To The Woman That Wrote Books Of Gold. For Toni X DictionKanari 🐦📖🎙 #GradSeason #Unstoppable #BlkGyalMjk #BlackWritersMatter #BookWorm #BachelorsInArts (at The University of South Alabama) https://www.instagram.com/p/B552AIvAWV3/?igshid=shoahqsbht22

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The allowed forward and backward stream of learning and information is unthinkable without German to English interpretation. Such interpretation must be exact, proficient, and very much explored: just a specialist is able to do such an errand.

Germany: home to mammoth producers

Germany is a gigantic manufacturing center point. Who hasn't known about German-made vehicles? Mercedes Benz, Daimler, Porsche, Volkswagen, and BMW are brands that make your heart beat quicker.

Pharmaceutical companies like Bayer and Siemens, sporting hotshot Adidas, and Faber-Castell stationery are the very tip of the German manufacturing chunk of ice, however hot properties in the global scene too.

Need to exchange with the Germans? Being two-tongued takes on new meaning.

In conclusion, it must be expressed that the world needs to interact with Germany as well as needs to. We can't divorce the ubiquity of a language from the favorable global impression of the country of its birth. At the end of the day, German is a looked for after language globally in light of the fact that its Vaterland is a favored country.

A global opinion survey by the BBC uncovered that Germany is the second most regarded country in the world among FIFTY countries and that it has had the best influence in the world since 2011.

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How Future Became The Poet Laureate Of Percocet (PHOENIX NEW TIMES) Here's 1 (of 2!) pieces I wrote for the Phoenix New Times about everybody's favorite codeine-crazed, pill-popping rapper. Phoenix New Times: How Future Became The Poet Laureate Of Percocet

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FLP POETRY BOOK OF THE DAY: Inheritance Of Aging Self by Lucinda Marshall

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Lucinda Marshall is the Founder of both the DiVerse Gaithersburg (MD) Poetry Reading, and the Gaithersburg (MD) Poetry Workshop. Her poetry has won awards from Waterline Writers, Third Wednesday, and Montgomery Magazine, and has been published in numerous journals, including Global Poemics, Broadkill Review, Foliate Oak, The Rising Phoenix Review, and Poetica, as well as in the anthologies “Poems in the Aftermath” (Indolent Books), “You Can Hear The Ocean” (Brighten Press), “Is It Hot In Here Or Is It Just Me?” (Beautiful Cadaver Project), and “We Will Not Be Silenced” (Indie Blu(e) Publishing). She lives in Maryland and is also an accomplished mixed media and fabric artist.

ADVANCE PRAISE FOR Inheritance Of Aging Self by Lucinda Marshall

In this “landscape steeped in loss,” Lucinda Marshall beautifully reminds us to cleave to our memories: scent memories, rearranged and fractured memories, body memories that get absorbed back into the universe. These poems are infused with wisdom to help guide us through the legacy of our own non-being, instructing us to observe the “autumnal dancers”: “a brittle reminder of/ shy green finery/ cautiously unfurled/ in spring’s early sun-warmth,/ hurtling now with grim finality/ into a soggy mosaic/ of brief decoration/ on soon frozen ground.”

–Nancy Naomi Carlson, Author of An Infusion of Violets, Associate Editor, Tupelo Press

From the very beginning of her collection–the title, Inheritance Of Aging Self–Marshall’s approach is satisfyingly clear and direct. Marshall writes about losing people she’s loved, as well as her own mortality, with an insight born of contemplation and wisdom. There is a refreshing frankness to her reflections on illness, aging, memory and death—in “End of Life Directive,” for example, she defies us to rethink our simplistic conceptions of the line between life and death: “one ought not/to presume dichotomies/because edges are ill-defined.” The work is personal, yet universal, resonating long after one turns the last page.

–Tara Campbell, Author of Political AF, Midnight at the Organporium, Circe’s Bicycle, and TreeVolution

Lucinda Marshall’s Inheritance Of Aging Self engages poetry’s time-honored themes about time passing, but with bright defiant narrations that refresh language and activate the imagination. This poet is always watching, noting each moment in human existence, indenting everything with her inimitable fingerprint. Whether in the garden of Eden where “survival was never promised,” or practicing yoga, she speaks of “perpetually rearranged memories…” and then she manifests them. This creative experience would be nothing without lyricism, prosody, and deep feelings. Marshall gives all of this, and much more, with her memorable new collection.

–Grace Cavalieri, Maryland Poet Laureate

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Tonight's Episode #1292 of 🎨#JamieRoxx’s Pop Roxx Radio 🎙️#TalkShow and 🎧#Podcast w/ Featured Guest: #MichaelColeman of See Your Shadow Songwriting ​(#Country) has now been converted to a PODCAST and is now archived (for FREE) at: ✔ www.PopRoxxRadio.com also on wherever you Stream or Download Podcasts at, Including: ✔ BlogTalkRadio: http://tobtr.com/12152333 ✔ Spotify: https://tinyurl.com/yynbdbky ✔ Apple Podcasts: https://tinyurl.com/hjdpqb6 ✔ iHeartRadio: https://tinyurl.com/yylvjl65 ✔ TuneIn: https://tinyurl.com/y34agloq ✔ Pandora: https://tinyurl.com/yygddano ✔ Google Podcasts: https://tinyurl.com/yazcmb88 ✔ VIP Ad FREE (all Podcasts) on Jamie Roxx's Patreon: www.patreon.com/JamieRoxx Pop Art Painter Jamie #Roxx (www.JamieRoxx.us) welcomes Michael Coleman of #SeeYourShadowSongwriting (Country) to the Show! ● WEB: www.seeyourshadow.com ● FB: www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100059696545177 See Your Shadow Songwriting is a musical creation entity currently based out of Phoenix, Arizona. Run by Michael Coleman, aka The Metropolitan Cowboy, See Your Shadow is unique in the fact that it is a collaborative network of talented vocalists and musicians who make the songs it creates their star.  Michael Coleman, the artistic director of See Your Shadow Songwriting, writes and produces all the songs created and released by See Your Shadow Songwriting.  See Your Shadow was launched in Columbus, Ohio, and takes its name from Michael Coleman’s birthday being Groundhog Day.  Michael Coleman and See Your Shadow Songwriting’s lyrical writing style packs such a punch, that Michael has earned the distinction of being the only professional songwriter ever nominated for the office of Poet Laureate for the State of Ohio. ​● Media Inquiries: MTS Management Group/MTS Records www.mtsmanagementgroup.com

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#ArtLitPhx: Four Chambers Presents Get Lit: Capitalism

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Inspired by the literary and philosophical salons of 17th century France, Four Chambers presents Get Lit: Capitalism. Every month, Four Chambers hosts a night of conversation, community, and drinking with Phoenix Poet Laureate and ASU Lecturer of English Rosemarie Dombrowski, PhD.

This month’s event will take place Thursday, October 5th, from 7pm to 8pm. It will be held in the Reading Room…