The Poetry Show: Ordinary Saints

 

 

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"To Labor, and Not Seek Reward"

 

 

Janet introduces poems of Sainthood: The patron saints of Boredom, Sparrows, and Poetic Words have their special place. St Francis blesses the Sow.

Broadcast Wednesdays 10 AM Eastern

Hosts: Janet Harrison, John Case

This Episode Recorded 12/04/2024

Ordinary Saints

by Malcolm Guite

The ordinary saints, the ones we know,
Our too-familiar family and friends,
When shall we see them? Who can truly show
Whilst still rough-hewn, the God who shapes our ends?
Who will unveil the presence, glimpse the gold
That is and always was our common ground,
Stretch out a finger, feel, along the fold
To find the flaw, to touch and search that wound
From which the light we never noticed fell
Into our lives? Remember how we turned
To look at them, and they looked back? That full-
-eyed love unselved us, and we turned around,
Unready for the wrench and reach of grace.
But one day we will see them face to face.

 

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The Last Stop Cafe: Baseball, Swordplay -- anything but news!

 

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The 12/2/24 Last Stop Cafe: Baseball, Swordplay

-- anything but news! --

"At the Plate -- Your Turn to Shine. In the Field -- Part of the TEAM!"

 

Broadcasts LIVE, Mondays, 7:15 AM Eastern

Hosts: Mike Cuccherini, John Case, James Boyd

Mike, James and John use Sports to Baby Talk hopes and fears for America

This Episode Recorded Dec 2, 2024 at the Red Caboose Studio, Harpers Ferry, WV

 

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The Last Stop Cafe: Break Bread, not Heads

 

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The Last Stop Cafe: Break Bread, not Heads

The Grateful Dead return to win the Super Bowl. I wish.

 

 

Mondays, 7:15 AM

Hosts: Mike Cuccherini and John Case and James Boyd

The thanksgiving show is a toxic blend of failure, loss, frustration, missed opportunities, and miscalculations. Very funny, at moments.

This Episode Recorded November 25, 2024 at the Red Caboose Studio, Harpers Ferry, WV

 

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The Poetry Show: Poems of Gratitude

  

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The Poetry of The Difficult Moment, Pt 2 -- Thanksgiving on the road to heaven, or hell?

 

 

Janet explores poems of gratitude. Classics from Pablo Neruda, E. E. Cummings, and Mary Oliver. Jane Hirshfield and Dana Gioia join in.

Wednesdays, 10 AM

Hosts: Janet Harrison, John Case

This Episode Recorded Nov. 27, 2024

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Thanks for Remembering Us

by Dana Gioia

The flowers sent here by mistake,
signed with a name that no one knew,
are turning bad. What shall we do?
Our neighbor says they're not for her,
and no one has a birthday near.
We should thank someone for the blunder.
Is one of us having an affair?
At first we laugh, and then we wonder.
The iris was the first to die,
enshrouded in its sickly-sweet
and lingering perfume. The roses
fell one petal at a time,
and now the ferns are turning dry.
The room smells like a funeral,
but there they sit, too much at home,
accusing us of some small crime,
like love forgotten, and we can't
throw out a gift we've never owned.

 

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The Poetry Show: Like a Fly With One Wing, Walking

 

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The Poetry of The Difficult Moment

 

 

"When you don't know which way to go. Your real journey has just begun." -- Wendell Berry. Keats, Jane Kenyon, Dean Young, Christian Wiman, and more

Wednesdays, 10 AM

Hosts: Janet Harrison, John Case

This Episode Recorded Nov. 20, 2024

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Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks

by Jane Kenyon

I am the blossom pressed in a book,
found again after two hundred years. . . .

I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper....

When the young girl who starves
sits down to a table
she will sit beside me. . . .

I am food on the prisoner's plate. . . .

I am water rushing to the wellhead,
filling the pitcher until it spills. . . .

I am the patient gardener
of the dry and weedy garden. . . .

I am the stone step,
the latch, and the working hinge. . . .

I am the heart contracted by joy. . . .

the longest hair, white
before the rest. . . .

I am there in the basket of fruit
presented to the widow. . . .

I am the musk rose opening
unattended, the fern on the boggy summit. . . .

I am the one whose love
overcomes you, already with you
when you think to call my name. . . .

 

 

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The Last Stop Cafe: Commanders lose, no news

 

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Mike Tyson Still Stands

Commanders Change Name To:

 

 

Mondays 7:15 AM

Hosts: Mike Cuccherini and John Case

Sports today: Reckoning Tomorrow

This Episode Recorded Nov. 18, 2024 at the Red Caboose Studio, Harpers Ferry, WV

 

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The Poetry Show: Veterans Day poems

 

 

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Poetry from the Foxholes: Flying Crooked

 

 

Robert Graves, Wilfred Owen, Marvin Bell, Brian Turner, Amelia Opie, and more ... from Europe, Vietnam, Ukraine, Gaza and Mississipppi

Broadcast Wednesdays 10 AM Eastern

Hosts: Janet Harrison, John Case

This Episode Recorded November 13, 2024

Veterans of the Seventies

by Melvin Bell

 

His army jacket bore the white rectangle

of one who has torn off his name. He sat mute

at the round table where the trip-wire veterans

ate breakfast. They were foxhole buddies

who went stateside without leaving the war.

They had the look of men who held their breath

and now their tongues. What is to say

beyond that said by the fathers who bent lower

and lower as the war went on, spines curving

toward the ground on which sons sat sandbagged

with ammo belts enough to make fine lace

of enemy flesh and blood. Now these who survived,

who got back in cargo planes emptied at the front,

lived hiddenly in the woods behind fence wires

strung through tin cans. Better an alarm

than the constant nightmare of something moving

on its belly to make your skin crawl

with the sensory memory of foxhole living.

 

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