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By Joseph A. Curtatone (The Monday, There were no brass bands playing at the The Secretary Dan O'Connell and his This designation is a big deal in itself, but Given the land swaps, And, But of all the So here goes: Mike Buckley has been a valuable We'll start looking for a new SomerStat |
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Skip the mall this year for holiday shopping and just head down to Union Square. On Saturday, from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m., Union Square is the place to shop for inspired gifts that you can't find anywhere else. With three individual markets plus an array of unique shops, you'll find items to delight everyone on your holiday shopping list. Gifts include: sculpture, jewelry, knitwear, photography, handbags, unique electronic instruments, greeting cards, wreaths, desserts and more. And, for those who have been more naughty than nice, The Soap Smith offers "coal for your stocking" – naturally black soap in two scents: clove and honey/oatmeal/vanilla. There will be live musical performances all day from local acts and Farmers Market favorites The Pretty Pennies and the Wicked Pickers. There will also be caroling by the Somerville High Chorus. |
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By Tom Nash It was disbelief on Beacon Street Wednesday as local rock fans said goodbye to the Abbey Lounge, a legendary local dive open for drinks for a century and the home of loud punk rock since 1999. Latecomers were turned away to the club's last show Wednesday night, asked to wait in the former Z Bar space next door until doorman Eric Waxwood could let people in without violating the fire code. Those spurned tried to hold out hope. "It'll be open for drinks after tomorrow," one person said while waiting outside. Not true, Waxwood said. The 10-act, six hour show dubbed "The Last Blast" was the final bow for the Abbey. The money collected from the show will help owner Steve Giannino pay off the club's debt, which had been eased after a series of benefit shows in September. Brighton resident Steve Kurimay went to Abbey shows for eight years, mostly to see his friends' bands– almost all were on Wednesday's bill. "It's just sad," Kurimay said. "This was one of the few places that the rock scene felt comfortable and not pretentious. You didn't have to be a part of a scene, but you made a lot of friends." Waxwood, who performed with his band Auto Interiors, had worked the door on Saturdays for the past seven years. "Not only was (the club) supportive and gave me a job, but the Giannino family was supportive," he said. "And I met my wife here." Relative newcomers and veterans alike thrashed out mostly garage-tinged rock with impromptu collaborations ruling the night. All lamented the club's imminent demise, with booking manager and Coffin Lids frontman "Skinny Mike" Feudale's farewell standing out. "Abbey Lounge, my heart is broken tonight," he said. "But you guys satisfy what we're all about." Muck and the Mires frontman Evan Shore said their set was the band's 36th appearance at the club, while newer acts cited the Abbey as an important proving ground. "We're a young band," said Drew "Kazoo" Pilarski, singer for The Sprained Ankles, "and most of our best moments have been here." Others went for a more confrontational send-off, with The Konks bidding farewell with a nearly half-hour rendition of Flipper's "Sex Bomb" while imploring the audience to light-up in defiance of a smoking ban that many say has crippled drinking spots such as the Abbey. By the end of the night, a fresh piece of drywall in one of the restrooms had been covered in goodbye messages. With the Abbey Lounge suddenly absent from the local scene, both band members and concertgoers said the nurturing atmosphere would not be easily replaced. Bands were given the opportunity to set up their own bills, and the club even released a few records. "Through the years we had all these bands come up through us," said John Giannino, one of the owner's sons. "It's a blow for all of us." Triple Thick, which played its first show at the club in 1999, brought the night to a close. Skinny Mike and Konks frontman Kurt Davis were among the dozen on stage who along with the entire audience belted out "Louie Louie," the Abbey's last song. |
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| Well Mike Buckley is out as of this coming Friday, we know he's going to be around and that's good, he is certainly a nice guy and very loyal. Loyalty isn't quite what it used to be, but Mike is an example of what it should be. We hear that Janice McCarthy-Delory, former aide to Mayor Joe, is coming back. *************** Sad news last week *************** Congratulations *************** New nickname for the *************** Congratulations **************** According *************** A *************** The *************** You're *************** The *************** Santa makes an appearence ************* Come out to City Hall *************** Local *************** It |
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By George P. Hassett President Sgt. Paul Savage's father, Paul Savage Sr., Savage Savage and four other U.S. soldiers were hurt Since he was Savage achieved dean's list honors and received his Savage Savage will finish his tour of duty this month when he returns to a Marine base in California. His |
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By George P. Hassett The The decades-old tree inspired neighbors On In the weeks after, "You leave But after |
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By Doug Holder Jason Tandon was born in Hartford, Connecticut in 1975. He is the author of "Give Over the Heckler" and "Everyone Gets Hurt" and is the winner of the St. Lawrence Book Award from Black Lawrence Press. He is also the author of two chapbooks, Rumble Strip (also from sunnyoutside) and Flight, both of which were nominated for the 2008 Massachusetts Book Award. His poems were twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2007 and have appeared in many journals, including New York Quarterly, Notre Dame Review, Columbia Poetry Review, The Laurel Review, Poetry International, Poet Lore, and Fugue. Tandon holds a BA and MA in English from Middlebury College and an MFA from the University of New Hampshire. His recently released poetry collection is "Wee Hour Martyrdom" (sunnyoutside). I spoke with Tandon on my Somerville Community Access TV show: " Poet to Poet Writer to Writer" Doug Holder: You studied with Charles Simic, the former U.S. Poet Laureate at the University of New Hampshire. Describe that experience. Jason Tandon: Simic was a wealth of information. He's been around forever. He's met everyone, every contemporary American poet that you can think of. One thing that he always stressed about the lyrical poem was economy. He wanted you to write something that could be read forty or fifty times, and have it still give you something back each time you read it. I was very, very excited to work with him, naturally. He was "the poet," if I could have chosen a poet, to have worked with. He certainly delivered. He was very forthcoming with his time. He is such a global figure in poetry. I was worried that he wouldn't be approachable or reachable. But his office was always open. He responded to emails very quickly. He had a very distinct style of leading a workshop. He was very critical and very forthcoming-he didn't hold back. He told me what he liked and what he didn't like. I really appreciated it. DH: Was he brutal? JT: He was brutal for all intents and purposes. But I thought it was great. It balanced well with the other professor there who took a very different approach. I love Simic's poetry… I love his style, so for me it worked out very well. I love his economy and compression. DH: In your poem from your recent collection: " The Room of Absence," dedicated to Simic, absence speaks very loudly. Why? JT: The funny thing is I was reading an interview with Simic from the 70's. He was talking about absence in his poetry. It was a very complicated passage. He was trying to explain how he felt present in the poem but at the same time absent. I really didn't understand what he was talking about. So I brought it to him in his office and asked him to explain it to me. He reread it and said, "What the bleep does that mean?" He playfully just cast this passage aside. So this was something he talked about in an interview and he had no idea what it meant. "The Room of Absence" was a phrase he used and the rest I suppose is poetry history. I am not sure what the poem means, but they were a series of images that were kicking around in me. DH: You have published with "sunnyoutside" a small press headed by Dave McNamara, that was once located in Somerville, but now is located in Buffalo, NY. How did you hook up? JT: I knew one of Dave's writers at the University of New Hampshire, Nate Graziano. He is a fiction writer and a poet who publishes with sunnyoutside. I gave Nate a few of my poems. He seemed to like them. When I got my first chapbook manuscript together, I was thinking of how to get it published. I was thinking of sunnyoutside. I wrote them a big, long query letter. I told Dave McNamara what I liked about his authors and how my work might fit in. He told me at the time that he was booked up (which is the case with most publishers), and told me to give him a query back in six months. I wrote down the date and sent him the manuscript. Three months later he said he would do it. I started with a chapbook "Rumble Strip," later my collection Wee Hour Martyrdom" came out. I couldn't be happier with the work David does. He is a great editor too. DH: You had a stint at "The Paris Review" right? JT: As soon as Charles Simic became editor, (which was in the summer of 2005), he called me up and asked me if I wanted to be an intern reading through the slush pile. We had a little office in the basement of the English Dept. I read through literally thousands of submissions per issue. DH: Out of those thousands of poems how many were selected? JT: Maybe 10 to 15 poems…total. But I submit to journals so I know what it is like to be on the other side. And of course I was reading for The Paris Review that has a significant history and standards. Of course it was not the New York office of The Paris Review. It wasn't glamorous. The office had a desk, chair, a computer, and a phone that didn't work. DH: You grew up in Hartford; Conn. Has that city influenced your work at all? JT: Actually most of what's in "Wee Hour…" comes from my time living in Malden and Medford. "Rumble Strip," was taken from living in rural areas like Vermont. Still, I am very influenced by place and people. I don't know that Hartford influenced me. DH: You have a minimalist style. Are you of the school of thought that less says more? JT:JT: Yes. Absolutely. If you have a phrase or image-if you have a few lines that just open up a variety of doors for the reader, you are doing a good thing. I want people to come in contact with my work with their own ideas. I like this better than narrative…I am trying to trigger the imagination of the reader. If you do too much you overdo it. DH: You presently teach at Boston University. How does that fit with your writing? JT: I have always enjoyed teaching. I taught before I really decided to write. I taught junior high right after college. I went back to get my MFA. I teach Contemporary American Poetry so I am constantly thinking about and discussing American poets. The students are great. Breakfast in My Twenties I& pull my radio from the wall as far as it could go, and tune in blues or strings with luck, that luminous refrain and echo. Crawl onto my roof, light a smoke and sit for five or ten to watch a violet cannon or a carpet gray unroll, while Baba prepared for the lunch rush in his deli below. Grilled tahini chicken, falafel and kebob, I'd bury my nose in my clothes- O smoke that poured from the vent! My lungs breathed blood, raw, fresh, my teeth gleamed white. I could've run five miles each day, but there was too much to do and see at night.
"This is the key to it. This is the key to everything." To have your work considered for the LYRICAL send it to: Doug Holder 25 School St. Somerville, Mass. 02143 dougholder@post.harvard.edu Her Brother Feeding at The Breast: Reflections on a Fifteenth Century Painting of "Virgin and Child" (at "The Cloisters," New York City) No areola whorls around the nipple blue-white translucent singed with red swollen like the rozulahtes. The right breast rubs against his arm as patient fingers branch, offering inside that notch a bud through endless time. The baby's mouth plump and satisfied thrusts forward like his eyes answering to the peopled universe beyond. Left knee slants to her right hand slopes diagonal to left elbow — bows of two violins raised to a single tune. His thumb and middle finger arc: Inside begins the world The mother's arm curving underneath his thigh can feel the plunge of energy coiling through his nerves. Her face has that certainty when self dissolves total with the moment. Eyes faint moons glinted with dark orbs, she knows she cannot know. The baby lifts his knee for symmetry, similitude — the natural impatience of the infant — and modesty to hide that small pointer with its balances on either side. And yet his distinct "maleness" and Divinity — in the mother's hushed adoring awe. Where is the sister infant, whether mortal child or goddess? Or does every goddess ride to life on foam? Some born through fathers' brains, emerge full-grown, never babies suckling at the breast. Would Demeter have nursed Persephone and felt through the pressure of that mouth, her daughter's power to rebirth the world? The son is wriggling now, left arm squirming for release. Right leg thrusts defiant for the ground. Soon she parts her fingers, repairs her bodice, and mollifies this spirit that refuses to be held. In that moment before discarding "Virgin" identity to resume the commonplace, does she long to hold a daughter, wish for a different god? — Marilyn Jurich * Marilyn Jurich is the winner of the Ibbetson Street Press Poetry Award 2008 as presented at the Somerville News Writers Festival. She is a professor of English at Suffolk University in Boston. |
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'Draconian efforts' possible to keep parent company running By George P. Hassett The In an interview with The Somerville News, health In Bailey said the Somerville David Schildmeier, a spokesman for the |
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Somerville students celebrated Thanksgiving in worldly fashion Tuesday as they enjoyed a Thanksgiving lunch with delicacies from around the world, including Brazil and Asia, at the Cowboy Cafe inside Somerville High School. |
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