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		<title>Three Valentines for Elizabeth Bishop</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 15:01:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Here are the details, as promised, for the EB event coming up. It&#8217;s a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Oh, and if you wonder about the italics below, they are all titles of or phrases from Bishop poems. THREE VALENTINES for ELIZABETH BISHOP Celebrate Elizabeth Bishop’s Birthday Date: Sunday, 7 February 2010 Time: [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Here are the details, as promised, for the EB event coming up. It&#8217;s a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Oh, and if you wonder about the italics below, they are all titles of or phrases from Bishop poems.</p>
<p><strong><em>THREE VALENTINES</em> for ELIZABETH BISHOP</strong></p>
<p>Celebrate <strong>Elizabeth Bishop’s Birthday</strong></p>
<p>Date: <strong>Sunday, 7 February 2010</strong></p>
<p>Time: <strong>2:00 – 4:00 p.m.</strong></p>
<p>Place: <strong>Writers’ Federation of Nova Scotia</strong></p>
<p>1113 Marginal Road (beside Garrison Beer, just up from Pier 21)</p>
<p><strong>Help Heat Her Home</strong></p>
<p>(a fund-raiser for the Elizabeth Bishop House Artists’ Retreat)</p>
<p><strong>Come as your favourite Bishop character or creature, or just come as <em>What You Will</em>. Don’t let <em>Manners</em> inhibit you. Come as <em>The Man-Moth</em> or <em>The Moose</em>. Have <em>The Wit</em> to be <em>The Fish</em> or <em>The Armadillo</em>. You might need <em>The Patience of an Angel</em> to be <em>The Unbeliever</em> or <em>The Prodigal</em>, but <em>please, come flying</em>!!</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Don’t wait for <em>The End of March</em> or <em>A Cold Spring</em>. Dispel the mid-winter blahs! Come for the readings, come for the birthday cake, come for the prizes (best costume is a weekend at the EB House!!). Who knows, you might end up <em>Exchanging Hats</em>!!!</strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>The Colder the Air</em> the warmer the welcome!</strong></p>
<p><strong>Readers include: John Barnstead, Susan Crowe, Colleen Gareau, Carmen Klassen, Truman Layton, Suzie LeBlanc, Claire Miller, John Plant</strong></p>
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<p>Light refreshments</p>
<p><strong>RSVP</strong> Sandra at: <a href="mailto:slbarry@ns.sympatico.ca">slbarry@ns.sympatico.ca</a> or 429-6385</p>
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		<title>Elizabeth Bishop House</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 13:53:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve added a link to my site today because I&#8217;m reminded that the birthday of Elizabeth Bishop is coming up on February 8th. She would have been 99 years old. Some of you may know that I&#8217;m one of several co-owners of her childhood home in Great Village, Nova Scotia. It&#8217;s set up as an [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve added a link to my site today because I&#8217;m reminded that the birthday of Elizabeth Bishop is coming up on February 8th. She would have been 99 years old.</p>
<p>Some of you may know that I&#8217;m one of several co-owners of her childhood home in Great Village, Nova Scotia. It&#8217;s set up as an artists&#8217; retreat. Over the last four of five years, Bishop devotees have traveled far to spend time in the house. Although far from being a museum, the house has changed little over the years. Everyone who&#8217;s visited the house expresses in one way or another the sense of warmth in the house. Well, there is the notable exception of two women who could not figure out how to use the washer and were frightened by the mysterious rinse cycle. The lid, apparently, was confusing as to whether it went up or down, and the control buttons were cryptic. They were also frightened by a small pair of scissors which had been used as a bolt on the latch of the skylight window in Bishop&#8217;s childhood bedroom. They might well have belonged to the Bishop family, but we&#8217;ll never know because they have been disposed of safely.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve posted the link on my &#8220;links&#8221; section, but here&#8217;s the site address in case you don&#8217;t feel like fooling around to find my links. Even I can&#8217;t find them at times. This site will tell you a bit about Bishop.</p>
<p>The photo of the house, you&#8217;ll see, is from early in the last century. Now, it&#8217;s a crisp white with green trim. It&#8217;s set close to the road and backed by about a third of an acre of trees and shrubs. There&#8217;s a little service station across the road &#8211; handy for milk and bread. It&#8217;s close neighbour is a magnificent antique store that was once the general store. In short, it&#8217;s a great little house in a great little village.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.elizabethbishopns.org/elizabethbishophouse.html" target="_blank">http://www.elizabethbishopns.org/elizabethbishophouse.html</a></p>
<p>Every year, we hold a poetry reading at the Nova Scotia Writers&#8217; Federation on (get this) Terminal Road in Halifax, and this year it&#8217;s February 7th.  I&#8217;ll post the exact address and time later, but for now let me get the great kick out of writing &#8220;Terminal Road&#8221;.  Ah, the plight of writers.</p>
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		<title>One Art &#8211; Elizabeth Bishop</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 02:15:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One Art - Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn&#8217;t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster, Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn&#8217;t hard to master. Then practice losing [...]]]></description>
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<td style="width: 524px;" valign="top"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>The art of losing isn&#8217;t hard to master;</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span> s</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span>o many things seem filled with the intent<br />
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span>Lose something every day. Accept the fluster<br />
of los</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span>t door </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span>k</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span>eys, the hour badly spent.<br />
The art of losing isn&#8217;t hard to master.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span>Then practice losing farther, losing faster:<br />
places, and names, and where it was you meant<br />
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span>I lost my mother&#8217;s watch</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span> And look! my last, or<br />
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.<br />
The art of losing isn&#8217;t hard to master.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span>I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,<br />
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.<br />
I miss them, but it wasn&#8217;t a disaster.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"><span>&#8211; Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture<br />
I love) I shan&#8217;t have lied. It&#8217;s evident<br />
the art of losing&#8217;s not too hard to master<br />
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster</span></span></td>
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