A lot of you know this by now…But I am Poet Laureate GOH at Illustrious 2010, the Eastercon next year. Hoorah.
Congratulations! (And well deserved.)
Congrats! Lovely idea.
That’d be Illustrious 2011, right?
(Alas, I shall not be there to hear you declaim, dammit. 2012?)
It is very exciting!
(But I keep wondering what you are a graduate of, with respect to this. Or if you will be crowned with laurels.)
Huzzah for you!
Congratulations, and fully deserved!
No one deserves it more. I’m so happy for you!
Roz I just “discovered” your poetry today
we were friends on FB more than 2 years and had never read anything until today and when I read The Thief, I googled the first line to find out which major great classic poet had written it and google sent me to Silence,exile and crumpets, where I was reading avidly one poem after the other until I got to this line that you are poet laureate,your poetry is so inspiring that the spirit is contagious.So I don’t just say to you “congrats…” but you just inspired me my first poem dedicated to you from my little corner in life:
The truth will set us free
and so we walked
tirelessly on through drought and rain
the truth to meet that frees from pain.
We stumbled on it landed on our face,
the truth will set us free,
but we got up, dusted ourselves and walked past it in glee.
Fired up by your poetry Roz, I continue
here is how the Truth-seeker continues on the spur of the moment:
Your spirit Roz is catching me like fire,
deep down I am the truth-seeker and lost
the truth escaped me many times
or I escaped from it, so why this post?
Because I’m settling down, focus more
the truth is what we put across and that’s the door
to heaven,joy and our eternity.
There was a couple that was dead, Adam and Eve
the thief kept robbing wisdom from their tombs,
he had a plan to do the greatest damage ever
and keep them dead, never return to Heaven.
Third part of the Truth-seeker
From Joanna to Roz, about Joanna
In resurrection time in Greece,
we hold white candles at midnight and wait…
And when we hear the bells we start in peace
to share the light and spread it crowded tight
around the Church and whisper “He has risen!”
Would you believe it,me,Joanna I’m fifty two
and fifty two times I came across this
stumbled, fell on my face and got up
walked past this truth, seeker fucked up.
The verve goes on, Roz, fourth part Truth-seeker
There’s something more
about this door
to Truth and Heaven, our eternity
two thousand years white candles at midnight
we keep telling ourselves Life-Truth!
Death,lies and dark conspiracies will shatter
just like black smoke or fog will scatter
in front of this vast affirmation
It had been done
It had been done, Never to be undone
and the Thief knew his dust and rot
the hot wind of his hatred on their backs
the eyes of the dead started to heal,
the worms were gone
and Anubis could see
the sick and hated Eva,dead-not-dead
beyond the breathing Adam on her bed.
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