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DESCRIPTION:San Francisco authors read from their work. That means you, too. \nSan 
 Francisco located stories given preference. \nMic-less open-mic. 
 \n\nLoose-leaf authors \nscat \nter \nwords in \nthe wind sha \ndow \nof a 
 library \n\n\nI've got an electric bi-i-eek \nI've got an electric bi-eek 
 \nSometimes I don't switch it on \nIt's still easy to ride; \nI listen 
 closely to the talk I cruise by \nMost everyone has something \nSomewhere 
 they're going \nThen I pass by Driscoll's mortuary; \nThe nomads in tents 
 face the statutory \nPropane camp tanks feeding Fentanyl to the masses 
 \nRussian oil splattered roadkill debris; \nI hit every red light when I 
 ride this street \nBut still only hear half the stories \nI'm still too 
 fast for the others; \nListen now, sisters and brothers \nI ride an 
 electric bi-i-eek \nI ride an electric bi-eek \n\n\nRemember Charlie 
 Varon's \n"Ralph Nader is Missing"? \n(In such constructions the question 
 mark goes outside \nThe quotation marks to make the meaning plain.) 
 \n\nWhere's MLK got off to? \nBLM doesn't invoke him. \nNor the King 
 Center, down at Stanford. \nMy God, only the No-vaxxers inveigh, \nWith 
 non-violent resistant practice, our hero. \n\nAnd the point, my Droogies, 
 \nIs NATO throws Mig 29s from Poland, \nAnd we cheer tossing Molotov 
 cocktails \nFrom behind our Youtube screens \nJust a pious season since MLK 
 went missing. \n\nThe question mark of our actions stands \nOutside our 
 actions, my friends. \nIt's way past time to find \nMLK. \n\n\nGONE, BUT 
 NOT FORGOTTEN\n\nWhen I rang handbells a thousand years ago\n  –Doggone 
 long ago, my friend,--\nI lived in a village\n Above a bay, \n  Upon a 
 bluff,\n   Below a cemetery with an epitaph,\n      “Gone, but not 
 forgotten.”\nAnd everywhere, trees:\n  Madrone, tan bark oak, and redwood 
 \n     From sea to ridge for ever and ever.\n\nThe village?\n   Just a stop 
 between Point Arena and Gualala,\n     Between Sandy and “River coming 
 down place.”\nOn summer nights fifty cabin lights\n   Of salmon fishermen 
 anchored this side of Fish Rock\n     With no bell buoy marking the 
 danger,\n       Only the seals barking all night in random sets\n         
 Like waves roaring ashore . . .\n          Heard in the small hours when I 
 turned\n            Shoulder to shoulder,\n              The klaxon bark of 
 seals.\nIn winter, rain unending, and wind\n   Knocking down boughs\n     
 To be gathered in summer\n       To be burned in autumn, ashes wafting\n    
      Into a drizzling sky \nNo shortage of rain then.\n\nThe 
 highlight–once a fortnight–\n  The bookmobile the county sent around.\n 
    I read all of Dostoyevsky, Andre Bialy, Turgenev, and Pasternak;\n      
 And the plays of Imamu Amiri Baraka;\n        All, variously, the spoils of 
 souls iced by wretched thoughts\n          In tumultuous times . . . like 
 the then present when\nKhomeni succeeded the Shah\n  And 52 Americans held 
 hostage in Tehran\n    And my college housemates, Iranian.\n     All that, 
 my nearest memories before moving to Mendocino . . .\n      And, how would 
 you know? the first edition of\n       Make America Great Again,\n         
 Ronald Reagan.\n\nBut over a summer, and then a year\n When I dropped out 
 of school,\n   The silence of the forest and vastness of the sea\n     
 Swallowed everything but books and handbells\n                     
 Handbells!\nOnce a week handbells! There’s a tale!\n  \nI rang handbells 
 with the man whose father\n  Designed the school that 90 years later\n   
 Was the original campus of GISSV Berkeley!\n     Way up on a hill, like the 
 hill I lived on 35 years before in Anchor Bay!\n       Handbells rung with 
 the motion of waves\n         Or boughs lowing in the summer airs\n\nYes, 
 the silence of the forest overpowered\n  All I had known,\n    When down in 
 a dell or gulch \n     On the slope above the sea,\n      Or far enough 
 away I\n        Could no longer hear the salt spray\n         Eroding the 
 continent.\nA thousand years of redwood cambium\n  Cushioned the cacophony 
 of motorized life\n    Until that noise faded away into the rampant 
 starlight or\n     Into the needle duff beneath my feet.\nA thousand years 
 gone but not forgotten\n  Of everything not motorized,\n   For even when 
 cut,\n    The arc of past years rang, \n      Revealed in the butt ends of 
 massive redwood timber\n       Used to form the Point Arena wharf:\n        
  A thousand years of rain and drought in rings\n          With not a single 
 ache or jubilation left out.\n\n 
 https://www.indybay.org/newsitems/2022/03/22/18848761.php
SUMMARY:Bernal Litterati [sic]
LOCATION:amphitheater, corner of Cortland and Moultrie\n(outside the Bernal Heights 
 Branch library)\n500 Cortland Avenue\n
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