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  Literary Diva Presents: The Writer's Thought! How To Come Alive In Your Writing!

  Literary Diva

  Date / Time: 11/29/2009 12:00 PM UTC

  Category: Books

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  Join us as we journey into the thought of writing. Writing has a way of allowing us to explore, expand, and experience what we think. The thinking process is what can propell your writing to the next level. Letting yourself do all these things and much more can and will make your writing come alive. Mark your calenders for a fantastic show on the thought of writing.

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  11/30/2009 10:00 PM UTC - Literary Diva Presents: A Political Hot Mess! Let's Get Ready To Rumble!

  12/2/2009 10:00 PM UTC - Literary Diva Presents: Literary Wednesday! Featuring The Literary Eat Of The Week!

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  Literary Wednesday Presents: Author Joseph Moore!

  Literary Diva

  Date / Time: 11/11/2009 10:00 PM UTC

  Category: Books

  
  

  Join me for a special literary Wednesday as we welcome Eastern Shore Md author Joseph Moore. He is the author of the book "Murder On Maryland's Eastern Shore: Race, Politics and the case of Orphan Jones." He will be discussing this facinating story about this young African American man, orphan jones who was accused of murdering his white employer. Joe Moore is a native of the the town Berlin, Md. He is an attorney turned author, that felt compelled to bring us such a facinating true story that happened on Maryland's eatern Shore. Mark your calenders as we bring you a great interview by author Joesph Moore.

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  Date / Time: 7/31/2009 10:01 PM UTC

  Epic Poetry: Long! Dramatic! Fabulous! Magestic!

  Epic Poetry in the world of literature is dramatic, long, themed, magestic and fabulous! Walt Whitman is truly one of the world's most notable poets. Known for his lyrical style and a master at epic poetry. He was determined to make in the world of literature as a poet. His book "leaves of grass" is known as striking masterpiece.
  
  
  Here are two poems by Walt Whitman:
  
  SPONTANEOUS ME
  
  

  Spontaneous me, Nature,   
  The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,   
  The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,   
  The hill-side whiten’d with blossoms of the mountain ash,   
  The same, late in autumn—the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and light and dark green,
  The rich coverlid of the grass—animals and birds—the private untrimm’d bank—
       the primitive apples—the pebble-stones,   
  Beautiful dripping fragments—the negligent list of one after another, as I happen to call
       them to me, or think of them,   
  The real poems, (what we call poems being merely pictures,)   
  The poems of the privacy of the night, and of men like me,   
  This poem, drooping shy and unseen, that I always carry, and that all men carry,
  (Know, once for all, avow’d on purpose, wherever are men like me, are our lusty, lurking,
       masculine poems;)   
  Love-thoughts, love-juice, love-odor, love-yielding, love-climbers, and the climbing sap,   
  Arms and hands of love—lips of love—phallic thumb of love—breasts of
       love—bellies press’d and glued together with love,   
  Earth of chaste love—life that is only life after love,   
  The body of my love—the body of the woman I love—the body of the man—the body of
       the earth,
  Soft forenoon airs that blow from the south-west,   
  The hairy wild-bee that murmurs and hankers up and down—that gripes the full-grown
       lady-flower, curves upon her with amorous firm legs, takes his will of her, and holds himself 
       tremulous and tight till he is satisfied,   
  The wet of woods through the early hours,   
  Two sleepers at night lying close together as they sleep, one with an arm slanting down across
       and below the waist of the other,   
  The smell of apples, aromas from crush’d sage-plant, mint, birch-bark,
  The boy’s longings, the glow and pressure as he confides to me what he was dreaming,   
  The dead leaf whirling its spiral whirl, and falling still and content to the ground,   
  The no-form’d stings that sights, people, objects, sting me with,   
  The hubb’d sting of myself, stinging me as much as it ever can any one,   
  The sensitive, orbic, underlapp’d brothers, that only privileged feelers may be intimate where
  they are,
  The curious roamer, the hand, roaming all over the body—the bashful withdrawing of flesh
       where the fingers soothingly pause and edge themselves,   
  The limpid liquid within the young man,   
  The vexed corrosion, so pensive and so painful,   
  The torment—the irritable tide that will not be at rest,   
  The like of the same I feel—the like of the same in others,
  The young man that flushes and flushes, and the young woman that flushes and flushes,   
  The young man that wakes, deep at night, the hot hand seeking to repress what would master
       him; The mystic amorous night—the strange half-welcome pangs, visions, sweats,   
  The pulse pounding through palms and trembling encircling fingers—the young man all color’d,
       red, ashamed, angry;   
  The souse upon me of my lover the sea, as I lie willing and naked,
  The merriment of the twin-babes that crawl over the grass in the sun, the mother never turning
       her vigilant eyes from them,   
  The walnut-trunk, the walnut-husks, and the ripening or ripen’d long-round walnuts;   
  The continence of vegetables, birds, animals,   
  The consequent meanness of me should I skulk or find myself indecent, while birds and animals
       never once skulk or find themselves indecent;   
  The great chastity of paternity, to match the great chastity of maternity,
  The oath of procreation I have sworn—my Adamic and fresh daughters,   
  The greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall produce boys to
       fill my place when I am through,   
  The wholesome relief, repose, content;   
  And this bunch, pluck’d at random from myself;   
  It has done its work—I tossed it carelessly to fall where it may. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  TO YOU
  
  
  
  
  
  Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of
     dreams,
  I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your 
     feet and hands,
  Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, 
     troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,
  Your true soul and body appear before me,
  They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, 
     work, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, 
     drinking, suffering, dying.
  
  Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you 
     be my poem,
  I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
  I have loved many women and men, but I love none better
     than you.
  
  O I have been dilatory and dumb,
  I should have made my way straight to you long ago, 
  I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted
     nothing but you.
     
  I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you, 
  None has understood you, but I understand you, 
  None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to
     yourself,
  None but has found you imperfect, I only find no
     imperfection in you,
  None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will
     never consent to subordinate you,
  I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better,
     God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.
     
  Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre-
     figure of all,
  From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of 
     gold-color'd light,
  But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its 
     nimbus of gold-color'd light,
  From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it
     streams, effulgently flowing forever.
  
  O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you!
  You have not known what you are, you have slumber'd upon
     yourself all your life,
  Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time,
  What you have done returns already in mockeries, 
  (Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in
     mockeries, what is their return?)
  
  The mockeries are not you,
  Underneath them and within them I see you lurk,
  I pursue you where none else has pursued you,
  Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the 
     accustom'd routine, if these conceal you from others or
     from yourself, they do not conceal you from me,
  The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion, if
     these balk others they do not balk me,
  The pert apparel, the deform'd attitude, drunkenness, greed, 
     premature death, all these I part aside.
  
  There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied 
     in you,
  There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good 
     is in you,
  No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you,
  No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits 
     for you.
  
  As for me, I give nothing to any one except I give the like 
     carefully to you,
  I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than
     I sing the songs of the glory of you.
  
  Whoever you are! claim your own at an hazard! 
  These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you, 
  These immense meadows, these interminable rivers, you are
     immense and interminable as they,
  These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of 
     apparent dissolution, you are he or she who is master or 
     mistress over them,
  Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, 
     pain, passion, dissolution.
  
  The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing 
     sufficiency,
  Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest, 
     whatever you are promulges itself,
  Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, 
     nothing is scanted,
  Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what 
     you are picks its way.
  
  
  

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  • Walt Whitman
  • Leaves Of Grass
  • To You
  • Spontaneous Me
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• Original Air Date: 7/31/2009 2:30 PM UTC

  Literary Diva Presents; Epic Poetry! Long! Dramatic! Fabulous! Magestic!

  Join us at we explore epic poetry. We will break down this exciting genre and find out what really makes epic poetry the most noblest of creations. This genre has been around for so many years and it continues to thrive. We will also get into some of the poets that have made this genre what it is today. Mark your calenders for great show on epic poetry. Stay tuned and keep it locked.
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  • Epic Poetry
  • Walt Whitman
  • Dramatic
  • Lyrical/Dramatic
  • St. John Perse
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• Date / Time: 7/30/2009 4:32 PM UTC

  Literary Diva Presents; Stream Of Consciousness! Though Provoking Writing!

  Stream Of Consciousness-Thought Provoking Writing. Check out the show and learn all about this exciting genre and literary technique.  The perfect example of this literary genre and technique is "William Faulkner", his book "As I Lay Dying" and Light In August.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Enjoy these fantastic reads and dive into the world of "stream of consciousness."
  
  
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  • Stream Of Consciousn
  • Streams Of Conscious
  • William Faulkner
  • As I Lay Dying
  • Light In August
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• Date / Time: 7/30/2009 4:23 PM UTC

  Literary Wednesday! Literary Eat Of The Week!

  Literary Wednesday's Literary Eat Of The Week!
  
  Gloomy Day Smoothie
  
  1 Mango-peeled, seeded, and cut into chunks
  1 Banana, peeled and chopped
  1 Cup orange juice
  1 Cup vanilla yogurt
  
  Place mango, banana, orange juice and yogurt in your blender. Blend until smooth. Serve in your favorite glass. Enjoy this literary as you curl up with your favorite book by your favorite author. Enoy!
  
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  • Literary Wednesday
  • Literary Eat Of The
  • Gloomy Day Smoothie
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• Original Air Date: 7/30/2009 2:00 PM UTC

  Literary Diva Talks "Stream Of Consciousness"! Thought Provoking Writing!

  Join us as we dive into the world of "stream of consciousness." In the world of literature you may also know this as a genre (sub genre) and a writing technique. You may also asscociate this with interior monologue. We will explore this exciting genre and this writing technique in true literary fashion. We will also dive into the writing of William Faulkner's "As I lay dying." Falkner along with others pioneered the writing technique as well as the genre of "stream of consciousness." Mark your calenders for a thought provoking and exciting show on "stream of consciousness." Stay tuned and keep it locked.
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  • William Faulkner
  • As I lay Dying/Light In August
  • Interior Monologue
  • The Sound Of Fury
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• Original Air Date: 7/29/2009 8:00 PM UTC

  Literary Wednesday Presents; Best-Selling Romance Author Brenda Jackson!

  Join me for a very special Literary Wednesday. We will be chatting with best-selling romance author Brenda Jackson about her book "Taste Of Passion." She has written forty books and won countless awards for her writing. She continues to write and engage her fans. She definitely continues to stay on her game and put out fantastic and juicy books. Mark your calenders for a special chat with the one and only Brenda Jackson.
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  • Taste Of Passion
  • Intimate Seduction
  • One Night With A Wealthy Rancher
  • Best-Selling Romance Author
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• Date / Time: 7/28/2009 5:12 PM UTC

  International Reading Association! Read! Write! Have Fun!

  International Reading Association
  
  Since 1956, IRA has been a nonprofit, global network of individuals and institutions committed to worldwide literacy.  More than 85,000 members strong, the Association supports literacy professionals through a wide range of resources, advocacy efforts, volunteerism, and professional development activities.  Our members promote high levels of literacy for all by:

  • Improving the quality of reading instruction

     

  • Disseminating research and information about reading

     

  Encouraging the lifetime reading habit

  The mission of the International Reading Association is to promote reading by continuously advancing the quality of literacy instruction and research worldwide.
  
  International Literarcy Day!
  
  The Wednesday, September 9th, 2009 ILD event will be co-hosted by the Library of Congress (LOC) Center for the Book and held in the beautiful and historic Jefferson Building of the Library of Congress from 10:00 a.m. to noon. 
  
  THINK ABOUT THIS:
  
  More than 780 million of the world’s adults (nearly two-thirds of whom are women) do not know how to read or write, and between 94 and 115 million children lack access to education.
  
  For more information on the National Reading Association, hit them up at:
  www.reading.org
  
  

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  • International Litera
  • Reading
  • Writing
  • Parents
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