on the image below to view the 2007 CT Governor's
Lifetime Achievement Award for William Meredith.
on the image below for a tour of the William Meredith Foundation.
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GALLERY: Book Launch, Reception, and
Studio Gallery and the William Meredith Foundation cordially
invite you to the launching of Tom Kirlins debut book of
UNDER THE POTATO MOON
with art gallery presentation of
NancyFrankels sculpture. Please join us for light refreshments,
cheer, and friendship to help celebrate National Poetry Month.
WHEN: Sun, April 21, 4pm 6pm
WHERE: Studio Gallery: 2108 R St.,
N.W., Washington, D.C. 20008
from the President
winter comes, can spring be far behind ?" Shelley asks
in his poem "Ode to the West Wind. Nutmeggers in
Connecticut must certainly hope this optimistic cliche holds
true, given the amount of snow that has been dumped on New England
this year. One critic, however interprets the line differently,
arguing that the poet has misgivings that his poetic ability
will again improve and increase, berating himself for not having
his words and his poetry reach far enough. And so, the
line comes simply as a kind acceptance that life moves on and
the seasons simply go as they do.
On December 14, I spent the day teaching the beautiful children
at Fishers Island High School while on the other side of the
state, the horror of Newtown was unfolding. It was a stunning
irony for me, and I couldnt get over the finality of it,
the magnitude of the event that had broken the nations
heart and my own. It just seemed impossible that life would
ever be the same, at least for the parents. Spring
would never follow the winter of our grief. Poetry seemed pointless,
but I tried to make sense of the senseless in a poem, probably
more journalism than poem, as I contemplated that day. One of
our board members, John Hracyk has encouraged me to post it
however, in the spirit of lest we forget, and to
keep the question on the front burner as the debate continues
on gun control. So, with Shelleys same
insecurity, I offer it, in memoriam for the children and the
nation we were before that day:
I'm Sorry When I Visited Your School
looked up from the computer and said,
"look what happened!" and all I said in return was,
"Yes, isn't it terrible." Daniel, I should have sat
with you and hugged you for dear life crying, "Yes,
Daniel, I am as lost and stunned as you are.
But don't worry, we love you Daniel and you
are safe with us now." The president speaks
on behalf of "all parents," he says, when
speaking of the dead children. But what about
me, who has no children or only surrogate
children, whose heart still breaks like parents
watching the beautiful blossoms fall: She was
to have been an angel in the Christmas pageant,
He was just beginning to learn the alphabet.
the big ice cream cone of India,
Daniel? India they say is the mother of religion.
They have a god for everything in India. Shiva
is the black mother who when she dances
brings destruction and the end of the world like
a horror movie your parents will not let you see.
But sadly Daniel, sadly my dear little brother,
today we have seen her dance. Go home Shiva,
go home, and take your wretched world with you.
On a different
note, I can report that last night we presented a wine tasting
for Poets Choice Wine
by Regional Physiotherapy with a screening of MARATHON to take
place next week. These good folk have helped me loosen up my
frozen shoulder from an old injury - wonderfully capable and
caring healers. I am presently at the fountain of youth
here in Florida for my annual tune up and wanted to wave the
foundation flag a bit while I am here.
Among other projects, I am hard at work on two new publications
we will be bring out this spring, including the next William
Meredith Award for Poetry to be given to Lyubomir Levchev as
well as Tom Kirllins debut first volume, UNDER THE PATATO
MOON. More of these wonderful books soon. For now, warm best
wishes from West Palm Beach.
HEAR ALWAYS THE DOGS
ON THE HOSPITAL ROOF
by David Fisher
($24.95, (7" x 10") Little Red Tree;
Paperback, 260 pages)
Winner of the
first William Meredith Award for
Poetry, 2012. This exciting book features new
and collected poems from David Fisher, plus 35 wonderful
full-color paintings by Rita Dawley and photographs
by Stella Monday, plus many other illustrations.
here to view more.
here to view Praise.
the book cover image
to navigate Little Red
to purchase this book.
The William Meredith Foundation is proud to
announce the establishment of the William Meredith Center for
the Arts to remember and honor a great American spirit. Friends
who have come together as a foundation wish never to forget this
extraordinary human being and the impact he has had on so many
lives. Poet, pilot, arborist, beloved teacher and friend, his
legacy is a treasure we wish to pass on to future generations.
The Meredith Center will keep the flame of generosity and artistic
camaraderie burning at Riverrun, William's home on the Thames
River in Connecticut where he lived and worked for 60 years and
which has recently been added to the State
Registry of Historic Landmarks.
The center sponsors educational programs during
the year to provide cultural enrichment through a diverse selection
of artistic programming. It fosters an appreciation for the work
of local and regional artists and develops artist exchange programs
internationally as well, particularly with the Republic of Bulgaria
where Mr. Meredith was made a citizen by presidential decree for
his work in the culture. Artists invited for residencies at the
Meredith Center share their talents through art exhibitions, readings,
publications and academic seminars. The center serves as a retreat
where artists can create new works in the same spirit of peace,
equality, and serious endeavor that characterized William's life
and work at Riverrun.
First Lady Hillary Rodham Clinton wrote
a letter joining Connecticut College in a celebration of William's
80th birthday in which she says, "The arts have always been a
unifying force in our world, bringing people together across vast
cultural, social, economic and geographical divisions. Through
his work, William Meredith both enhances and strengthens the American
spirit. As you honor Mr. Meredith, you celebrate the timeless
power of poetry and poets as our American memory, our purveyors
of insight and culture, our eyes and ears who silence the white
noise around us, and express the very heart of what connects us,
plagues us, and makes us fully human."
The William Meredith Center for the Arts offers
another window on the world through which we can enhance our spirit,
a window through which artists may search their private worlds
and speak for us as we make our slow progress as members of the
human tribe. A short signature poem by William Meredith inspires
us in our efforts to honor his memory as a model of courage, good
will, civility and achievement:
A Major Work
Poems are hard to read
Pictures are hard to see
Music is hard to hear
And people are hard to love
But whether from brute need
Or divine energy
At last mind eye and ear
And the great sloth heart will move.
brochure for the William Meredith Foundation (pdf)