[ShareTompkins] Open Mic Earth Day Songs & Poetry, Buffalo St Bks, tomorrow (Tues) 6-8 pm

[Patricia Haines]

thanks for passing this along to others - everyone welcome!

(see below for a small taste of possibility...)



The Center for Environmental Sustainability Invites all ages to

Honor the Earth With Song & Poetry



Open-Mic for Earth Day

Tuesday, April 17

6:00 – 8:00 p.m.

Buffalo Street Books

(on Buffalo between Tioga and Cayuga)



-      bring a song and/or poem to share,

your own or by someone else


If you can’t come, send your songs & poems to earthaca at gmail.com and we’ll
put them on the CES website for all to share <cesithaca.org>


Just a Taste


There is a goddess and I know her. Her hands are not clean,

And she is large and strong and not too young. She wears

A sweatshirt with a hood and beans, and sells black-purple

Eggplant, spinach, bright broccoli, sixty cents

The pound at the Greenmarket at Union Square. Her slat-side truck

Has Pennsylvania plates, and she says she lives near Lancaster.

But I know the truth, because her calloused hands turn earth

To things good to eat, and green, and lovely.

     - Teresa Noelle Roberts


Teaching a Tone to Talk (excerpt)

At a certain point you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the
world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty
yourself and wait, listening. After a time you hear it: there is nothing
there. There is nothing, but those things only, those created objects,
discrete, growing or holding,or swaying, being rained on or raining, held,
flooding or ebbing, standing, or spread. You feel the world's word as a
tension, a hum, a single chorused note everywhere the same....

    - Annie Dillard


The Sabbath of Mutual Respect (excerpt)

In the nature year come two thanksgivings,

the harvest of summer and the harvest of fall,

two times when we eat and drink and remember our dead

under the golden basin of the moon of plenty


Abundance, Habondia, food for the winter,

too much now and survival later. After

the plant bears, it dies into seed.

The blowing grasses nourish us,

wheat and corn and rye, millet and rice,  oat

and barley and buckwheat, all the serviceable

grasses of the pasture...


Fertility and choice:

every row dug in spring means weeks

of labor. Plant too much and the seedlings

choke in weeds as the warm rains soak them.

The goddess of abundance Habondia is also

the spirit of labor and choice....

     -  Marge Piercy
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