Lunar Soil
I finished the entire fifth draft of my epic poem The Parliament of Poets, after four years of writing, on March 30, 2012. I’d welcome invitations to read from it.
See my reading at the Buffalo Small Press Book Fair, Karpeles Manuscript Library Museum, March 24, 2012, from Book III, in medias res, on the moon. Copyright (c) 2012 Frederick Glaysher.
“Who needs warp drive when I’ve got Queen Mab,
My escort and midwife of my dreams.”
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Frederick Glaysher reading from the fifth draft of his epic poem, The Parliament of Poets, at the Buffalo Small Press Book Fair, Karpeles Manuscript Library Museum, March 24, 2012.
FROM Book III, in medias res, on the moon. Copyright (c) 2012 Frederick Glaysher.
Frederick Glaysher, Reading from The Parliament of Poets, Book III.
Reading from The Parliament of Poets, Book III, “Who needs warp drive when I’ve got Queen Mab, / My escort and midwife of my dreams.”
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Poetry Reading at the Buffalo Small Press Book Fair
I’ll be reading from the fifth draft of my epic poem, The Parliament of Poets, from 2:30 to 2:45pm.
My other books will be available at the Earthrise Press table from 12-6pm.
I’d be delighted to sign a copy for you. Hope to meet you there!
Author appearance, Saturday, March 24, 2012, 12:00PM — 6:00PM
Karpeles Manuscript Library Museum, Porter Hall, 453 Porter Avenue in Buffalo, NY 14201 USA
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Earthrise, Apollo 11
The Parliament of Poets
February 4, 2011
Book XII
Mbeku, the flying African tortoise, like the last stage of a Saturn V rocket, propels us out of earth orbit into a quarter of a million miles to the moon, 25,000 miles per hour, clutching me in his feathered arms, his cracked shell pointing backwards at the moon, hurtling, pirouetting, twirling, in the weightlessness of space, in brilliant white sunlight, in the blackest black of eternity, through timelessness, into the future.
Back to the Sea of Tranquility, back to the descent stage of the Lunar Module, of Apollo 11. Third time on the moon, the Poet of the Moon, more times than any astronaut. After a long journey, arduous, an ordeal.
The far side of the moon, as dark as the dark night of the soul. The starry cosmos, a universe of galaxies, sextillions of stars. Lunar sunrise. Earthrise…
The end of Nihilism and Scientism, the unity of science and religion, reason and intuition, the Imagination, the two cultures reconciled. The unity of Unity, oneness, our fragile, delicate Earth, three dimensional in its fullness, floating through eternal timelesssness. A new panorama rises before humanity.
The Parliament of Poets, nearly three years of writing, after decades, a full rough draft.
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