Celebrating Live Poetry

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Thanks to everyone who joined us in celebrating National Poetry Month with BMCC's resident poet, Shaindel Beers. See pics and more from the event here:

  

 

An enraptured audience sits under the spell of the poet. Some of the poems read were published in Shaindel's first published collection, A Brief History of Time:

  • First Love
  • To CKC, Stillborn, April 22, 2006
  • What Will We Do With You? This Bone Has Almost No Flesh Protecting It—

Think poets only wear suits and conservative sweaters? Think again! She also read these poems from her soon to be released collection, The Children's War:

  • Introductory Poem
  • From an eight year old Darfurian girl’s drawing
  • After a photo of a Chechen girl on a train
  • After a New York Times article on Balkan Immigrant Children, 6/12/98
  • After drawings by recipients of the AFSC feeding program in post WWI Europe

BMCC students and instructors share the event with active ears, minds, and pens. As an added bonus, Shaindel shared these, newer poems with us:

  • Clean
  • A Prayer for Angel Torres
  • The Baby

Couldn't make it to the reading? Here are two of the poems that were read, as published by Corium Magazine:

After a photo of a Chechen girl on a train

I am four, almost five, and I am beautiful.

I have my red hat, my red coat; I ride

on my mother’s lap. People smile at me.

I make them happy. When my mother looks

at them, they look away. My mother has

brown eyes. I have blue. I have only seen

my father in pictures. We have to practice

my mother says. Where are we going?

To visit Grandma in the country.

What will you do there?

Help Grandma gather eggs and be brave

even if the hens peck me.

Ride Doishka, the pony. I look out the window

at the wildflowers speeding by.

And you mustn’t cry says mother if we get there

and there is no Grandma, no pony.

 

 From an eight year old Darfurian girl’s drawing

The tank, bigger than the hut, fires

and all of the colors explode from the hut.

Why is this man green?

Because he is from the tank.

Why is this woman red?

Because she was shot in the face.

And why aren’t you colored in?

 Because it is like I wasn’t even there.

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Guest (not verified):

really enjoyed poetry reading. Let's have more...

ejensen:

Glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for coming! We're definitely planning more poetry and reading events for the future. Stay tuned to our website and blog for more info.
 

Erik Jensen
Assistant to the Librarian
Blue Mountain Community College Library
2411 NW Carden Ave.
Pendleton, OR 97801
(541) 278-5914
erik.jensen@bluecc.edu

richard j ocallaghan (not verified):

to pre-empt calls of parasite .. I know ... its ok !!!! check out the Vimeo site >'thechildrenswar'< the site is still incomplete .. so bear with me bout that ... some vids are there from the poems ..

ejensen:

Very nice collection of videos. Thanks for putting the site together, and for sharing it with us!
 

Erik Jensen
Assistant to the Librarian
Blue Mountain Community College Library
2411 NW Carden Ave.
Pendleton, OR 97801
(541) 278-5914
erik.jensen@bluecc.edu

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