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Poetry,thevery messageoflife Poetropes... By Lee Roscoe / / A ball is bouncing ev- / \ erywhere/upon the jL jLground/ up in the air/and all the children..." is all I remember of an ode to a red India rubber ball written when I was8.My firstpoem. Therhyme appealed to me, the sense of try- ingto capture theball'srhythms, the idea that childrenall overthe world could be bound together by the love of playing with that simple toy.Universalism. Thefirst poemswerethoseread tomebymyMumbeforeIlearned to read. Then there were those in Milne's Pooh books: "How cold my toes tiddely pom," and those suchastheJabberwockyinLewis Carroll's worlds of Alice. Therewaspoetry inthe Christ- mas carols childhood friends and I sang outside with the chill of near snow swept out by the warmth of opening doors. There wasA Child's Gardenof Verses gift from my parents and later other anthologies. From Boston to Brookline to Cambridge, there were always bookshelves and music, starting with the black AtwaterKentinwhichIimagined tiny menlived andplayed instru- mentsasIdancedtoMozart with mymotherafter learningtowalk. The motion of Mozart, dancing with my mum. Poetry. We had to recite assigned poems at my progressive school: "LarsPorsenaof Clusiumby the ninegodshe swore,thatthe great house of Tarquin should suffer wrongno more..."Therewasme playing Iphigenia in "Iphigenia at Aulis," in, could it be, fourth grade? "Orestes oh my brother, forindeedthouartnoother"—the final lines in Euripides' play. In class there was the heroic poetry of the Mad, Odyssey and Virgil, leading through their cantos, in- cantations,imagerytolargerthan life characters and deeds. There wasStephenBenet'snovelinverse, "John Brown's Body"— "Sally Dupre, Sally Dupre, Eyes that are neitherblack nor grey,/ Why do you hauntmenight and day?" Andtherewasthepoetryof the ballet,of Balanchine,of musicon the radio, still and always.It was my mum again who found me a favorite poem or two to read in school in my pre-teen years, one by Harold Monro, "Overheard on a SaltMarsh," about a goblin coveting a nymph's "green glass beads"andthenRobinsonJeffers' poem, "Hurt Hawks"-"nomore to usetheskyforever,"whichstill moves me (the lines so alike to Chief Joseph's, "I shall fight no moreforever"Iwouldlearnlater when! was through with school and self-educating, a life-long addiction). For me, poetry was the very message of life, the way we told stories, the medium through whichmusic, dance,dramatrans- mitteditself,themediumthrough which everything in life itself *, could be translated into some- thingcaptured.Unlikethewinds which troubled me because they could not be caught, chaotic, angry;poetrywasthe antidoteto chaos, the path to peace. Order. So I started writing it, not as a poet, but as diarist and I started readingpoemsmore consciously. Itwasmyagnostic'swayof pray- ing to a beautiful universe when I was indoors, even as the world of earthwouldbecometherealm of living spirit, outdoors. There was word, and there was wind; culture/nature.There werepoets who mergedthetwo, such as Jef- fers.Poetswhomergedlanguage with music such as Mallarme, Baudelaire, Rimbeau, Gwendo- lyn Brooks and Hart Crane. I fell in love with so many, WallaceStevens,William Carlos Williams,Ginsberg, evenas Ifell inlovewith Errol Garner,Teddy Wilson,Chopin,Ibsen,Tennessee Williams. And onwards. Until: As poetry "progressed" and was deconstructed, I became ambivalent,yea,evenhostiletoit. Perhaps I am a cultural reac- tionary. I step in different feet than my dear predecessor, Joe, whowasboundlesslysupportive, inclusive, generous to all things poet,saveperhapsforthosewhich lacked a context of social con- science (he once told me Amiri Baraka had said in emphatically impolite languagethat hewished folks likeJoyceCarol Oates with nothing to say would go away - andJoeagreed).Imayantagonize and provoke as I explore. But then, science, democracy and culture move forward in part by debate, discussion and dissent. So I'd like to end-my first col- umn by asking you some ques- tions for the next one. In the realm of the subjective whichiswhatartdoesto us, why doesapoemorpoet dosomething to you? What do they do? What is poetry? What does it mean to you? What do you like and why do you like it? Or not? Are poets born? Are they made by MFAprograms?E.G.: Why do you read poetry if you do? Or not? Include please, age, gender, town; whether you are a poet or "civilian." And thank you. 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(12:403:45) 6:50 TRANSFORMERS:AGEOFEXTINCTION[CCDV] (NR) No Passes Fri. - Sun. 4:15Thu. 4:15 TRANSFORMERS: AGEOFEXTINCTION30 [CCDV] (PG-13) No PassesFri.- Sun. (12:30)8:00Thu. (12:30) 8:00 22JUMPSTREETfCCJWKW No PassesFri.- Sun. (12:50) 9:55 CHEF(CaoVJ(R) Fri. - Thu. (3:40)7:10 | s i o L. Events ? BOOKS ? Book sale July12:New and used books,CDs, DVDs, audio books and games are on sale,9a.m.to1p.m.to benefitWhelden Memorial Library,2401Meetinghouse Way,West Barnstable. 362-2262. ? At Titcomb's July 12:Author Chip Bishop signs his fascinating new book, Quentin & Flora:A Roosevelt and a Vanderbilt in Love during the Great War, 1to 2 p.m. July 13: Michael Vieira, J. North Conway and Jesse Dubuc celebrate Wareham History Day during the release of their new books, A Brief History of Wareham: Gateway to Cape Cod and Attack of the HMS Nimrod: Wareham and the War of 1812 , from 2 to 3 p.m. July 20: Gioia Dimock signs copies of her new book, Images ofAmerica: Bourne, 2 to 3 p.m. All events at Titcomb's Bookshop, 432 Route 6A, East Sandwich. 508- 888-2331; www.titcombsbookshop. com. ? Where the Sidewalk Ends Bookstore A summer full of book signing events fills the bookstore and chil- dren's annex at432 Main St.,Chatham. Upcoming store signings & events: July 12: Judy Lynn Johnson: Watch- ing the Game: A Baseball Memoir, 2-4 p.m.; July 13: Third-generation silhouette artist Erik Johnson cuts freehand heirloom portraits,10a.m.to 2 p.m. Signups: http://sidewalkends. eventbrite.com/. July 19: Daniella Garran signs copies of Hello Mother, Hello Father: Celebrating Summer Camp, 2 to 4 p.m. ? Cotuit Library events July 12: Book Sale on the library lawn, 8 a.m. to noon; July14: "Fixing Mealsto Fixing Heartbreaks,"talkwith Dr. Kumara Sidhartha, 11 a.m.; July 15: "The Swordsmen," sword play demonstration, 3 p.m. July 16: Story time with Christina Laurie, author of C is for Cape Cod, 4 p.m. The library is at 871 Main St. 508- 428-8141. ? Wednesday Talks & Tunes Enjoy a weekly visitto the Hyannis Public Library on Wednesdays at 6 p.m.(right before the band concert on the green!) to hear local writers and CONTINUED ON PAGEA&E:3