Yogi Berra once advised: “when you get to a Y in the road, take it.” So that’s exactly what Kay and I have done. Oh, you say—but how do you know where you will end up? We don’t, and of course, that’s exactly the point. Our Y in the road was the decision to relocate to Colorado and take residence in a brand-new sparkling co-operative. So, if you are not sure what life in a cooperative is about—neither are we, but we are going to share with you what we know in this essay.
First, the basics—a co-operative is not a condo nor an apartment complex, although it is close quarters living. You don’t buy or rent your living quarters—in our case 58 units in a three-story building. Rather, you become a member by purchasing a share in a mortgaged building. You are not an owner. Okay, I know that is difficult to grasp—think of it as an investment. Over time, your share will (More…)
Now that I’ve reached the age of 80, a milestone year if ever there was one, I thought it’d be a fitting time to revisit some moments from my life as a writer—for better or for worse.
Let’s bypass the rave reviews I received from my parents for a play I wrote and starred in at nine, Detective Dick, and skip along to 1964. I’d just graduated from the University of Chicago with a B.A. in Humanities and was living with a friend in Berkeley, California.
I decided to launch my freelance career by writing poems and greeting card ideas—two surefire money makers. Some poems got published, most suffered a less happy fate. As in: “Sorry we won’t be able to use your poem, but we did like parts and particles of it.” The word “the” in the second line of the third stanza, I surmised, the third syllable of the eighth word in the fifth line of the second stanza, the… (More…)
Late winter holidays provide the perfect excuse to gorge on sweets, treats and rich temptations for the palate in order to take the edge off a numbing progression of dark, icy days.
Wait! What? This is Florida, America’s Spring Break playground—sun, beaches, sand, Disneyworld, parks—amusement or nature—the ultimate getaway destination for the winter weary!
Sadly, not this year for the over 65 set….
The monotony of COVID-induced isolation forced us to remain holed up at home. We endured feverish hours refreshing vaccine sites or counting the days until the achievement of full immunity after getting our jabs. Late March ushered in the mass breakout of grateful grandparents sporting newly minted silver coiffures and COVID-padded waistlines. (More…)
What does it mean to be an American? To me it means everything. What it means goes beyond my place of birth. For me it goes back to when millions of Irish people, Italians, and Eastern Europeans crossed the Atlantic Ocean in search of a better life.
My mother’s parents were refugees who came to this country from Russia. They fled religious persecution as the pogroms claimed the lives of their families. They made a good life for themselves in the safety of Coney Island, owning a dry goods store. They never talked about the old country: only about how lucky they were in America, the land of freedom.
My father’s father left his family in Romania as a young adult, because they were poor. Once in America, he pursued his dream, became a chef and made a future for himself. My father’s mom was born in Palestine. She was the oldest of ten children and was sent to America to find opportunity and a better life. She often talked of her pride in living in America and loved to sing the song, “America the Beautiful.” My grandparents felt lucky, blessed, and safe to raise their children in the freedom of this beautiful country. (More…)
While researching for my class on the Atomic Age, I came across a little-known human interest story about a man named Moe Berg. The son of a Jewish pharmacist, he was born in New Jersey in 1902. He loved baseball and was quite good at it, much to his father’s displeasure. He excelled at his high school, won a scholarship to Princeton, and played ball in the Ivy League. He majored in Romance languages and became fluent in no fewer than six.
After Princeton he was recruited by the pros—the Brooklyn Robins–for $5,000 a year ($71,000 in today’s money). More success was soon to follow, and in 1926 he earned $50,000 ($700,000 in today’s money) playing for the Chicago White Sox. (More…)
We hope you’ve enjoyed the poetry we’ve been able to share with you in our past three issues. National Poetry Month for this year is almost over, but you don’t have to give up poetry until next April rolls around. Check out our Events and Resources page. While April has seen a surge in poetic activity, there are many events and resources that celebrate poetry all year long.
And while you’re being inspired by the poetry of others, we hope you’ll also be “inspired” to write some poetry of your own. And give us the chance to publish it next year. We’re OLLI Connects, not the Lithuanian Literary Gazette. Our purpose is to give OLLI-USF members an opportunity to share their creativity. Hmmm…, make that your creativity! So, let’s give you a little more inspiration right now. (More…)
What makes a good poem? Melissa Donovan tried to answer that question, and you can read her thoughts here. But before you dash off to get someone else’s opinion, pause for a moment and think about what aspects of a poem make you say, “Now, this is a good poem!”
Is it economy of language? Not a single word in it that isn’t critical to its wholeness? Imagery? Words that paint vivid pictures? Powerful language that moves you? A sense of sound and rhythm that makes reading the poem aloud an experience far beyond just seeing the words on paper? Authenticity? The sense that this poet is sharing a powerful and private truth with you?
Got some thoughts? Good! Take them with you as you enjoy this week’s issue. (More…)
We can’t actually take you to a live Poetry Slam or introduce you to Nikki Giovanni, but we want to broaden the way you usually think of poetry. In this issue, we’ve added more OLLI members reading their favorite poetry aloud. If you missed seeing and hearing Shelly Belzer and Simone Leal last week, you can catch up now. And enjoy another poem from Shelly plus a reading from Dylan Thomas by Barbara Brown. You’ll find the link to that and more at the end of today’s issue.
But, wait! There’s more! Can you say “ekphrasis“? Two of our poems for this week bring in works of art by Vermeer and Dali as their inspiration. The poems, in and of themselves, are powerful. Seeing the paintings that inspired them makes them even more so. So, join us today for a multi-media poetry issue. (More…)
National Poetry Month for 2021 begins today. And you’ll find so much great poetry in the next four issues of OLLI Connects that you may suspect Shakespeare has quietly moved in next door. But, although we appreciate the Bard, he’s not one of our contributors. The poetry that you’ll enjoy–that you’ll experience–has been created by poets in our area, often by OLLI members you know.
This isn’t just a local celebration of poetry, though. It’s National Poetry Month, and there are events taking place around the country. And, thanks to the power of the Internet, we can connect you to some of them. (More …)
April is National Poetry Month and we’ll be sharing a variety of “locally grown” poetry with you over the next four issues of OLLI Connects. And you’ll be able to enjoy it all from the comfort of your home computer. Or on your smartphone. On the sofa. With your feet up.
It wasn’t always this easy to make poetry available to OLLI members. Let Ara take you back to the distant past of the previous millennium and remind you of how it used to be done. — Editor
“Hans wants to produce a book of poems by his class. I told him you would work on this with him.”
It was early 1996 and I was working with the Learning in Retirement Institute as a part-time graduate assistant. Hans Juergensen had retired several years earlier, and he was a “get” for LIR. Hired in 1961 as faculty in the Humanities, Hans had been a consultant to the Nobel Prize Committee on Literature, and was an esteemed poet. Lee, renowned for her arm-twisting abilities, had worked on Hans for a while to get him to try teaching for LIR, a program now in its second year. Hans agreed to focus on poetry writing. (More…)