This weekend my family and I joined in the crazy fun of the local flea market, displaying our old things for people to buy…truth be told we did it for our boys so they could get some extra cash.
This summer they have caught the LEGO bug and will sit there for hours tinkering with them creating some of the most fantastical things. So after giving up our things we went and each picked out a LEGO set and the rest is history…or at least the next couple hours until they were together.
And while they resemble cars right now, next week they may become space ships or houses or…you never know what you will come up with until you put your hand to i…
Welcome poets, to anniversary week here at dVerse!
One year ago today, we kicked off dVerse with OpenLinkNight. Since then, hundreds of poets have come through our doors, each leaving their own mark on a table or two, and thousands of poem have made their way to the mic or been born right on the floor. Poetry is surely alive and well.
This week as we celebrate it is just that, as it has always been—less about a place and more about the people and the creation that takes place when we are together. That is truly the magic of us coming together like this.
A few things I want you to be aware of:
Monday – As you will see below, Claudia will be orchestrating our voices in a group reading. This is really cool as I think it honors all our voices.
Tuesday – It’s OpenLinkNight where we all come together to share our own creations, our art.
Wednesday – Don’t worry OLN will still go on all day, but I will be breaking in at our usual time (3 pm EST) to announce a contest with the prize of publication.
Thursday – We will honor the best of, with an opportunity for you to pick the favorite poem you wrote this year that you linked to dVerse, through any one of our link ins…there will be a Linky for you to add it to our list of Best of….
Saturday – We will get to hear the group reading, as well as have a special poetry prompt to go along with it
Hopefully we will provide some fun for you this week and as always, thank you for joining us on this journey. Claudia, take it away… thanks Bri.. before we go into the technical details… and even though she doesn’t want it, I really wanna say a big thanks to thinking cat as it was her idea to try our hands on a collaborative reading and I think it is a fantastic opportunity to do something special together as a group of poets here in the pub. And we’ve chosen quite an epic poem which offers 2332 gigantic words to make our voices be heard…so would be really cool if many of you would join us… so..
…are you in for the reading adventure…? Here’s how it works…
- if you want to participate in the reading, shoot us an email to dVersePoets@gmail.com by latest tuesday, july 17th, 3pm EST
email subject line: group poetry reading
email body: your name and blog url
if you missed the deadline, we will happily put you on the back up list in case someone isn’t able to do the reading
- we will divide the poem into reading parts and email you your part, marked with a number until tuesday, 10pm EST
- now you have time until thursday, july 19th, 3pm EST to record it and send it to us. Please keep in mind that if we don’t get it until the 19th, 3pm EST we have to give your reading part to someone else, otherwise we don’t have enough time to edit
- Recording: record an mp3 or m4a file without reverb, echo or other effects, just plain voice to have it all smooth, then send it back to us at dVersePoets@gmail.com
- We will put all the bits and pieces together then and post it on saturday together with a related poetics prompt
By Friedrich Schiller (1759-1805)
(translated by Margarete Münsterberg, 1889)
WALLED in fast within the earth
Stands the form burnt out of clay.
This must be the bell’s great birth!
Fellows, lend a hand to-day.
Sweat must trickle now
From the burning brow,
Till the work its master honour.
Blessing comes from Heaven’s Donor.
While we our serious work are doing,
We ought to speak a serious word,
More easily our work pursuing,
When noble speech the while is heard.
Now let us earnestly be spying
What our weak powers can create;
I scorn the man who is not trying
On his own work to meditate.
This is the fairest of man’s graces:
The power to think and understand—
For in his inmost heart he traces
What he has fashioned with his hand.
Wood that from the pine-tree came
Keep right dry with zealous care,
That the deftly governed flame
Through the furnace hole may flare.
Boiling copper’s thick—
Get the tin now, quick!
Let the substance, liquid growing,
In a docile way be flowing.
What with the help of fire’s great power.
In this deep pit our hands have framed,
High on the belfry of the tower
In mighty tones shall be proclaimed.
In ages far beyond the morrow,
A voice for many shall ring out,
And it will mourn with those in sorrow
And join the choir of the devout.
What fate, forever changing, fleeting,
To mortals far below may bring,
Against the crown of metal beating,
As music of the bell will ring.
Bubbles leaping, white and spry!
Good! The masses flow at last.
Mix them with the alkali,
That they be more quickly cast.
From all foam quite free
Shall the mixture be,
From the metal pure before us,
Rise a perfect voice sonorous.
The bell with festive peal and cheering
Greets the belovèd tender child,
Upon his life’s first way appearing,
Still in the arms of sleep beguiled.
Deep in the womb of time there stay
His destinies, both dark and gay.
His mother’s gentle, loving care
Is watching still his morning fair.
The years fly swiftly—all is play.
Away from girls, impatient, tearing,
The boy starts wildly forth to roam,
He sees the world, and, after faring,
Comes back, a stranger, to his home.
In beauty and youth’s splendour glowing,
A vision from some heavenly height,
While blushes on her cheeks are growing,
He sees the maiden with delight.
And now a strange and nameless yearning
Has seized upon the young man’s heart,
From sports and wild companions turning,
With tearful eyes he roams apart.
And happy at her slightest speaking,
Her footsteps blushingly to trace,
He wanders over meadows, seeking
The fairest flowers his love to grace.
Oh, tender longing, sweetest hoping,
First love’s enchanting, golden days!
The eye can see the heavens oping,
A bliss the heart unhindered sways.
Would it might bloom eternally—
The time of young love’s ecstasy!
See, how brown the blow-pipes grow!
When this stick has been dipped in,
And a glaze begins to show,
Then the casting should begin.
Now good fellows, quick!
Prove the mixture thick!
Hard and soft united duly
Are a lucky omen truly.
For when the stern and mild are pairing,
The tender with the strong and daring,
The tone must ring out fair and strong.
Let him who binds himself forever,
To sound his heart and hers endeavour!
Passion is short, repentance long.
On the young bride’s tresses lightly
Lies the wreath of blossoms white,
When the church bells, ringing brightly,
To the festive hour invite.
Lovely festival—the ending
Of—alas!—life’s joyous May,
Beautiful illusions rending
With the veil and bride’s array!
Passion will fly!
Love must remain;
The flower must die,
The fruit to attain.
The man must go out
To stern hostile life,
For power and strife,
To plant and to toil,
To gain and to foil,
To wager and dare,
His luck to ensnare.
And now without end the blessings are streaming,
With goodly possessions the storerooms are teeming,
The rooms are expanding, the house has to grow.
And in it there moves
The good, modest housewife,
The mother of children,
Who wise and dear
Here rules in her sphere,
And teaches the girls
And wards off the boys,
While work without end
Her busy hands tend,
Enlarging her share
Through order and care,
Her sweet-smelling linen-chests filling with treasure,
By spinning her thread in the speediest measure.
Her neatly and smoothly kept closets are full
Of linen like snow and the shining fair wool;
And still adding glamour and charm to the best,
She never can rest.
And the father with happy eye
From his mansion’s high gable is counting
Blessings fair that before him lie—
Pillars and posts as high as the trees,
Barns that are bursting with treasures that please,
Granges with bounties swelling and bending,
Grain-fields waving in billows unending.
He boasts with noble pride:
Firm as the ground abide
My homestead’s splendours bright
Against misfortune’s might!
Covenants with powers of fate
Will—alack!—not always last,
And misfortune travels fast.
Now the casting can begin,
For the dented mould is fair:
But before we pour it in,
Let us say a pious prayer!
Push the tendon hard!
God shall be our guard!
In the bell’s ear smoking, glowing,
Waves of fiery brown are flowing.
Most wholesome is the force of fire,
When man can tame and guard its ire,
And from this heavenly force man takes
Good help for what he moulds and makes.
But frightful is this power’s abuse
When, from its fetters broken loose,
Upon its own track wantonly
It roams as nature’s daughter free.
Horror when unbound and growing
—Fiend that no resistance stays!—
Through the peopled city blowing
Sweeps along the monster-blaze!
Elements have ever hated
What the hand of man created.
From the cloud
Rain is pouring,
From the cloud, even so,
From the tower hear the wail:
’Tis the gale!
Are the heavens;
Daylight ne’er such brightness shed!
All the crowds!
Fiery pillar, flickering, glowing,
Down the street is swiftly going,
Like the wind so rapid growing.
Hot, as if in furnace baking,
Glows the air; the beams are breaking,
Windows rattle, posts are falling,
Mothers straying, children calling,
Beasts are moaning,
Crushed, and groaning.
All run, save and flee in fright,
Bright as daylight is the night,
Chains of eager hands are plying,
Pails are flying,
Arching water-spouts are playing,
Flames with hissing fountains spraying;
Howling wild the storm is straying,
Driving on the flame with roars.
Crackling in the dry grain-stores
Shoots the flame, through garrets sweeping,
Fast along the rafters creeping,
And, as if with monstrous blowing
It would sweep along in flight
The whole earth with all its might,
Rises, now gigantic growing,
To the sky.
Man stands by:
Hopeless, awestruck, he is yielding,
Sees the heavens their power wielding,
His own works to ruin going.
Now the homestead
Is burnt bare;
Savage storms are raging there.
Empty window-holes are staring
And the sailing clouds undaunted
At the grave
Of the goods he could not save:
Then ventures forth with spirit brave.
However sadly he has fared,
Though raging fire has so bereft him,
The sweetest comfort still is left him:
He counts his dear ones: all are spared.
Now ’tis resting in the earth,
For the form contains its fill.
Will there be a happy birth,
To repay our care and skill?
Is there a mistake?
If the form should break?
While our hopes are soaring high—
Woe!—misfortune may be nigh.
Unto the sacred earth confiding,
We trust to her our hands’ own deed,
The sower trusts to her his seed,
Calm, with a blessèd hope abiding
That it shall grow as Heaven decreed.
Alas, we know that seed far rarer
In earth’s dark bosom buried lies,
And hope that to a lot still fairer
Out of the graveyard it will rise.
From the church
Tolls the bell
Grave and heavy
And the toll sonorous is attending
One more pilgrim on his last way wending.
Woe! It is the wife belovèd.
Woe! It is the faithful mother
Whom the shadow prince of harm
Drew from out her husband’s arm,
From her tender children’s sphere,
Whom she bare him, fair and dear,
And then watched with mother’s zest
As they grew upon her breast.
Ah! The home’s most tender ties
Are unloosed forevermore;
In the shadowland she lies
Who was mother here before.
How they miss her faithful guiding,
And the care she used to give!
In the orphaned home presiding,
Loveless strangers soon will live.
Till the bell shall cooler be,
After labour take your ease,
And as birds play in the tree,
Each shall do what he may please.
Youth, at rise of stars,
Free from duty’s bars,
Hears the evening bell, releasing:
Master’s toil is never ceasing.
In the forest wild the wanderer
Homeward turns his steps with pleasure
To his dear and cheerful cottage.
Homeward trudge the sheep-flocks bleating,
And the herds
Of the sleek and broad-browed cattle
With their lowing
To accustomed stalls are going.
Now with grain
Reels the wagon:
Sheaves, the wreath
To the dance the flock of reapers
Streets and markets grow more quiet;
Round the bright and genial lamplight
All the household members gather,
And the town-gate closes, creaking.
O’er the earth;
But the steady townsman dreads
Not the night
Rousing wicked men from bed:
For the eye of law is ever bright.
Sacred order, blessings spreading,
Heaven’s daughter, freely treading,
Like to like thou bindest lightly,
Cities thou hast founded rightly,
And the wild man roaming blindly
Thou hast called to home-life, kindly.
To men’s homes thy presence giving,
Thou hast taught them gentle living,
Woven of all ties the deepest—
Love for fatherland thou keepest!
Busy hands, by thousands stirring,
Briskly one another aid,
And, while eager work is spurring,
All the powers are displayed.
Under freedom’s wing united,
Master and apprentice toil,
Each with his own place delighted,
Ready any scorn to foil.
Work adorns the burgher greatly,
Blessing is our labour’s prize;
Honoured crowns make princes stately,
But in work our honour lies.
Blessed peace, oh
With your kindness in this town!
May that day be never dawning,
When the hordes of war with terror
Raid across this quiet valley,
When the heavens
Which the lovely glow of evening
Flash, alas, when towns are burning,
Break the form now, stand me by,
For its purpose is fulfilled;
And rejoice, let heart and eye
By the well-done task be thrilled.
Swing the hammer, whack!
Till the cope shall crack!
For the finished bell shall rise,
When the form in pieces lies.
In time the master, skilled and knowing,
Can break the form most prudently.
Woe! When in fiery torrents flowing,
The ore itself seeks liberty!
In blindest rage with thundrous roaring,
The bursting house it rushes through,
As if the jaws of hell were pouring
The flames that death and horror spew.
Where raw wild forces rage and blight,
Men can create no form aright;
And no true welfare can there be,
When mobs are by themselves set free.
Woe, when the tinder-heap is swelling
In hearts of cities, in the night,
The masses tear their chains, rebelling,
And free themselves with fury’s might!
Then riot, to the bell-ropes clinging,
Pulls till the bell begins to howl;
Devoted once to peaceful ringing,
She gives the sign for outrage foul.
Equality and freedom! screaming,
The burgher in once peaceful hands
Grasps weapons; streets and halls are teeming,
And everywhere swarm ruffian bands.
With jest and ribaldry unsparing,
The women like hyenas grow,
With panther’s fangs unbridled tearing
The flinching bosom of the foe.
There is no sacredness remaining,
Unloosed are ties of piety,
The bad in goodness’ place is reigning,
And every vice is swaying free.
A lion wakened is ferocious,
Destructive is the tiger’s bite;
But of all horrors most atrocious
Is man at his own madness’ height.
Woe unto those who to the yearning,
The ever-blind lend heaven’s torch!
It will not beam; to ashes burning,
The fields and cities it will scorch.
Gladness God has given me!
Now the kernel shells the mould,
Rising smoothly, evenly,
Shining like a star of gold.
Dome and crest both beam,
Like the sunlight’s gleam,
And the blazon’s quaint device
Shows performance skilled and nice.
Come in and see!
Now, fellows, let us close the ring,
For the bell’s high christening:
Concordia her name shall be.
For concord, deepest brotherhood with all,
The loving congregation she shall call.
This be the calling of the bell,
Wherefore she has been fashioned well!
With earthly life beneath her lying,
High she shall swing in heaven’s blue dome,
A neighbour of the thunder, flying
And touching on the starry home,
Her voice from heights celestial raising,
Like all the stars in heaven’s sphere,
That live and move, their Maker praising,
And leading forth the festive year.
Our bell, her metal voice devoting
Alone to grave, eternal things,
Shall ever feel, while she is floating,
The throbbing touch of time’s swift wings.
The tongue of fate, she shall be ringing:
Heartless herself and pitiless,
She shall accompany with swinging
Life’s game of constant changefulness.
And as her mighty peal sonorous
Within our ears at last shall die,
A lesson she will put before us,
That all things earthly must go by.
Come now, with the ropes’ whole might,
From her dungeon swing the bell,
Till she rise to heaven’s height,
In the realm of sound to dwell!
Pull and lift—still more!
See her move and soar!
Joy unto this city bringing,
Peace shall be her first glad ringing!
brian miller said:
should be a fun week….thank you all for making dVerse what it is…
claudia, this reading is going to be so cool!
just got to work so i thought i would say hey before my fun began…be back in a bit…smiles.
happy anniversary… hope many of you will dig out their recording equipment and join the reading fun…this is going to be epic..smiles
Yay dVerse!!! And thank you Cat for the awesome idea! Do I REALLY have to send an email to let you know I’m in? 😉
yep…then we have it all in one place…you don’t need to add your name and blog url though…smiles
woohoo.. just 10 minutes open and the first two brave readers walked already through the dVerse mail door…keep ’em coming…smiles
Brilliant idea! Count me in… 1,2 a 1,2,3,4
you’re in….8 poets already….smiles
Laurie Kolp said:
What a lovely party this week.
brian miller said:
oh it surely will be…smiles…
Joseph Hesch said:
Outstanding schedule of anniversary activities, Bri and Claudia!! Count me in for the reading, of course! Exciting times for this happy band! 🙂 ~ j
You know…I hadn’t actually THOUGHT about all those people behind the Pub – I just come on and enjoy myself!
Well…for everyone who makes it so much fun – I learn ALOT here – Thanks!
brian miller said:
thanks kenny…appreciate you for sure….
Great job, guys! Claudia – Schiller! Very cool. k.
ya know..first i thought we could read it in german but…haha…nah…just kidding.. we thought the bell fits well with the celebration
Glenn Buttkus said:
I certainly would love to be included in the group reading; get all tingly just thinking about it. Congrats on a boffo year. This site really, in my life, is the apex of my week–several times. Both the challenges/prompts and the warm reciprocity of the networking catapults it beyond similar sites.
thank you glenn and you’re certainly in sir
Yay! Happy Anniversary. Hoisting a glass, draining it, refilling. And again…and again…
cheers to that emily
Madeleine Begun Kane said:
Happy anniversary! What a wonderful way to celebrate!
yeah..it’s cool, doing something together as a group…isn’t it… can’t wait to load the completed reading to my iphone and be able to listen to it in the car
Jody Lee Collins said:
Well, I am so excited to even be included in the festivities. What a fab idea–I look forward to hearing the reading. I do not know Schiller–ach du lieber!- whatever that means…that is an amazing poem.
I’ll be culling my own odes this week to pick a best of, and since my hubby and I celebrated our anniversary (39th!) on le quatorze du juillet, I will probably post one of my poems to my beau for Open Link Night.
I concur with Kolembo-I so look forward to checking in with the global poem people.
Yay and thanks to Brian and Claudia.
woohoo…congrats on 39 years..that’s pretty awesome!!! ach du lieber means “my goodness” smiles…and schiller def. rocks the poetic sonic-wall with the bell song
Happy Anniversary to dversepoets and our amiable innkeepers. Let the bell sound over the hills!
brian miller said:
inn keepers…oh my we need to roll out the cots…smiles…now that would be a party…smiles…and thank you…smiles.
So excited for this big anniversary week..happy to be able to join in. Here’s a free app for you guys on PCs to record with. It automatically turns your reading into an mp3. http://www.sound-recorder.biz/freesoundrecorder.html
I don’t know if this has other “add ons” just be careful when you are going through the downloads in case they want to give you more. I’ve been using this for a couple of years, and love how responsive and accurate it is.
very cool gay…thanks for the hint
Victoria C. Slotto said:
Ooooh. Is it possible. Thanks so much, Gay. I’ll take a look at it!
Victoria C. Slotto said:
Do I need a microphone, Gay…see how challenged I am!?
Not if there’s one in your computer. But if you don’t have one you’ll have to plug one in. It’s usually the pink hole somewhere on your computer. They’re relatively inexpensive. Almost all laptops have them built in.
thanks so much Gay x x
brian miller said:
nice hit gay
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Happy anniversary dVerse and cheers to everyone!
P.S. Count me in on the reading… We are the world!
Eve Redwater said:
Happy Anniversary! 😀 This is all really exciting!
brian miller said:
why thank you eve…it rather is…and i def think this reading will be fun for sure…
Congratulations to the powers behind the pub, and happy anniversary to EVERYONE involved since this time last year. I have a feeling that my techy skills are not up to contributing to the reading, though I hope I’ll be able to listen.
won’t be able to get in on the reading part, but look fwd to hearing the result, plus all the week’s festivities –
so huge congrats! on one full year!! 😉
Happy anniversary all at dVerse, here’s to many, many more. That’s such a great idea. Took me nearly a year to scroll down to the end of the Poem (epic) lol
brian miller said:
i hadnt thought of it but we could have done a haiku and each done a syllable…grins….thank you bren….smiles.
Happy anniversary one and all ….. been out of the loop for 2/3 weeks – part of it spent down in Avignon …… great time to arrive back in the pub 🙂
brian miller said:
welcome back…it surely is a great time…so you had good travels?
wonderful thanks brian … and even enjoyed a coffee or 3 in the famous cafe in Arles painted by Van Gough in Le Cafe La Nuit. …. but always great be home ofc
Heaven (@asweetlust) said:
Happy anniversary to everyone and to the wonderful team of D’verse ~
I am happy to be part of this community and looking forward to many more celebrations ~
Victoria C. Slotto said:
What a wonderful, joyful way to celebrate a huge accomplishment…especially on your parts, Brian and Claudia. I’m sorry I won’t be able to participate in the reading venture as I don’t have the technological resources (yet). That will be on my to-do list when I return home in a about a week! I look forward to all the gatherings you’ve planned and express my gratitude once more for your hard work and allowing me to be a part of it all! Cheers. Have one on me!
The flea market and Lego sounds really wonderful. Congratulations Brian and Claudia and dVersepoets team and community. It was indeed a year ago, and I remember coming to the poets pub with you. And even though today, my voice is quiet, I thank you and I join in the cheer and the celebration.
brian miller said:
thank you OG….you are and always will be the writer of the first ever dverse poets poem…and i look forward to your return to poeming…
Wishing us all a very Happy Anniversary for wonderful first year of lovely friends and a fantastic ommunity, a family really, where we all come together and share tI love together – I love you all – a special heartfelt thanks to Brian and Claudia – for the smiles – for the joy – and for the travel – hugs you all – Lib
Glenn Buttkus said:
You know, Gay, has the right idea. I started listening to some of our poets reading their work, and I got my kids to show me how to do it myself. One has to use a website to do the recording, like GARAGE BAND, or SOUND STUDIO; then one also registers on another site that will retrieve the MP3, and put it into a form to be embed, and send to wherever you wish. I use DivShare for that. I look forward to the reading of my work almost as much as the writing. Maybe one of the pretzels & bullfights days, one of the more accomplished poets could print up a How To Do list [probably not me, I work like a trained chimp, with no problem solving skills; all check lists and luck.].
Such wonderful events. 🙂 Unfortunately I won’t have time to look into recording software today. I’ll try to take part in the link-ups.
Happy Anniversary, dVerse! You guys are best in the poetry blogging world. Thanks for all the prompts and wonderful articles, and to all, all the poems shared! 🙂
Congratulations, Brian and Claudia and the whole dVerse team! Thank you for sharing your wonderful work, your gifts for bringing people together, the prompts, the lessons and the small seat in the far corner of the pub…Happy happy Anniversary and many more.
Can’t wait to hear the ringing of that Bell!
Sherry Blue Sky said:
Happy Anniversary, and congratulations for doing a stellar job of maintaining one of the most happening poetry sites online. You have created a wonderful space here for the inspiration and appreciation of poetry. Thank you, all. Looking forward to Year Two.
Happy Anniversary–so glad to have stumbled in and have enjoyed every pint offered. Truly wonderful community–to many more celebrations!
Sharp Little Pencil said:
Happy Anniversary to the coolest prompting on the planet. Thanks, Thinking Cat, for the idea. I am IN for the project; sent an email. I send in poems all the time to Buddah Moskowitz’s http://www.virtualpoetryreading.com, and I suggest you all do the same, once you get the hang of this challenge. Buddah rocks. Love, Amy
Cressida de Nova said:
Happy Anniversary dverse. I wont be joining in a reading because I am another who is technicalogically challenged. You could have had a collaborative poem which have been fun…maybe next time.
We could still do a renga some time – they’re great fun.
Happy Anniversary! It’s great to be a part of such a talented group of poets!
Happy Anniversary, Brian and Claudia, and all. What a wonderful forum you have created and maintained. Thank you so much for all of your efforts and your supportiveness to all. You are amazing!! Cheers. Let the new year begin.
I add my congratulations to these others. dVerse poets, and especially Claudia and Brian, you have not only been inventive and giving as bartenders, you also serve up excellent poetry, the read over and over kind of poetry that I seek and find stimulating. Thank you for the first year and many more to come! Congratulations on a important achievement!
It would be an honor to be included – please send me the details. I sent the requested email. Happy Anniversary!
A year already?! Happy Anniversary!