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| Hoby Rosen in his studio at Loft Artists Association |
This evening PoemAlley will be holding a special group
reading in front of Curley’s Diner to honor the memories and contributions of
Herb Davison, Alex McDonald and Hoby Rosen, three cherished members who have
passed away in recent years.
Fellow poets will gather to read some of their favorite
pieces compiled for distribution by Veronica Jones in Columbus Park, embodying
three lifetimes’ experience, moving observation and humor, to be followed by dinner inside.
Below is a tribute to Herb (killed on his way to PoemAlley five years
ago), written by Curley’s co-owner, Eleni Anastos Begetis:
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| Herb Davison |
At the end of your voyage, of your Stygian ride
Heed not the ebb tides with the death of the light-
dark rises shadows in the pond of the dead-
Of people like us, loved ones whom you left behind,
Lest you torture yourself those long days and restless nights.
But in the full moon, when the earth swims in static,
On those Tuesday nights when our club is alive,
Climb to the granite hills and look up to the sky.
In every star is the face of a poet,
In each breath of the wind is a poem.
Within our hearts there is sorrow,
Within our minds there is a word of wonder.
Heed not the ebb tides with the death of the light-
dark rises shadows in the pond of the dead-
Of people like us, loved ones whom you left behind,
Lest you torture yourself those long days and restless nights.
But in the full moon, when the earth swims in static,
On those Tuesday nights when our club is alive,
Climb to the granite hills and look up to the sky.
In every star is the face of a poet,
In each breath of the wind is a poem.
Within our hearts there is sorrow,
Within our minds there is a word of wonder.
Even when you don't hear our electric comments
to celebrate the spirits as we orbit,
The simple in life, our passion for poetry--to which you gave your life,
I know you are sure we speak of you as though you never left us,
Because your 'soul knows things,' like mine.
The simple in life, our passion for poetry--to which you gave your life,
I know you are sure we speak of you as though you never left us,
Because your 'soul knows things,' like mine.
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| Hoby and Alex McDonald at Curley's |
Besides their writing, the output of these men’s lives have encompassed--directly and indirectly--a remarkable range of areas, with
profound impacts on family, friends, community and the region, from Hoby’s
sculptural work and his co-founding of a summer camp for girls, Herb’s jewelry-making
and his striking self-designed geodesic residence in Stamford, to Alex’s contribution
of a state political figure via his son, Andrew J. McDonald, currently serving
as Associate Justice of the Connecticut Supreme Court.
Find out more about some these sorely-missed friends here.
Where:
Curley’s Diner
62 W. Park Place
(between Target and Columbus Park)
When:
Tuesday
September 2, 2014
7 pm
Curley’s Diner
62 W. Park Place
(between Target and Columbus Park)
When:
Tuesday
September 2, 2014
7 pm
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