Lodi, California

ORGANIZER: Donna Pacini

CONTACT: starrynightpoetry@gmail.com

DESCRIPTION: “A Starry Night Poetry Series 100 Thousand Poets for Change Showcase”

TIME AND LOCATION: A STARRY NIGHT POETRY SERIES will present a special “100 Thousand Poets for Change” poetry showcase. Stay tuned for details.


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  1. A STARRY NIGHT POETRY SERIES will present a special “100 Thousand Poets for Change” poetry showcase at the Lodi Public Library 201 West Locust Street, Lodi, California, 95240 USA on Saturday, 09-24-11 from 2:00 P.M. until 4:30 P.M.

    Due to the number of poets interested in reading, we will not schedule a featured poet. Each poet will be provided five minutes to read. Please E-Mail us at
    starrynightpoetry@gmail.com if you want to be added to our reading list. If we add you and you later realize that you won’t be able to attend, please let us know as soon as possible so we can give your timeslot to another poet.

    Note: We do not wish to censor material, but we ask readers to keep in mind that our series is an open-to-the-public venue presented at a public library and our audience may include children. Poets are asked to be sensitive to this when choosing their materials.

    As usual, delicious complimentary refreshments and gourmet coffee will be provided. However, we will not have our customary mid-session social break. The mid-session break will be limited to ten minutes.

    A STARRY NIGHT POETRY SERIES is a one-year-old evolving poetry venue provided free of charge and open-to-the-public. To learn about our series and to review photographs of our showcases please visit: http://www.astarrynightproductions.com/poetryseries/poetryseries.htm

    Published Poets: Any published poet may inform our audience that they have their books available for purchase. Authors must have seller’s permits and will be responsible for applying appropriate sales tax.

    A Starry Night Productions:

    Mission Statement:

    Creative artists promoting cultural harmony and environmental responsibility.

  2. Creative Artists Friends,

    Some of you plan to have your own 100 Thousand Poets for Change events on September 24th and some of you will be joining us at our 100 Thousand Poets for Change poetry showcase.

    If you are going to read at our showcase and you want to post in our event page here you may do so without sending your material to me first. It is up to you, post your material yourselves or send it to me and I will post it.

    Please don’t send material to Michael and ask him to post it. As you can image he has his hands full. We can take care of posting our material ourselves.

    Please continue to spread the word about 100 Thousand Poets for Change. As I explained, you do not have to have a poetry event. Please review the website and read about the multi-creative arts endeavors that will be taking place.

    Warm Regards,

    D.B. Pacini

  3. Before His Eyes
    By D.B. Pacini

    My friend picks me up at the airport, instantly wilted by the heat I trail after him to his rusty jeep, smells of clay and bronze. He is a sculptor. We sit on his porch and watch the setting sun, laughing, talking, stargazing, listening to Paul Butterfield. He has shaved his mustache since the last time I came here.

    Before dawn’s light he wakes me with coffee, salt tablets, and a bowl of fresh berries. We drive forever, the jeep bouncing, rattling, careening down a dirt road. There is beauty. Nature is in harmony on native ground. We pass a walking Indian with strength in his humble smile.

    Morning is breaking when we arrive. I am cheek-kissed and given a plastic jug of frozen tea, a battered cooler of ice, a new pink sponge, a floppy hat, toilet paper, a paper bag filled with fruit, two fried chicken legs wrapped in foil, a chunk of bread, some cheese. This is no spiritual odyssey; I just miss him.

    Alone, I climb to a bar stool seat obsessively nailed to the top of a gray fence post near a watering hole in the middle of a desert skillet. A swirl of grit washes from my mouth with a swallow of thawed tea. Quiet stale air, jackrabbits, sagebrush, lizards, white animal skulls, a cactus tears the horizon with prickly fingers. A snake slithers by unconcerned with who I am, with who I think I am, with who I want to be.

    I wait beneath a scorching sun. I saturate the pink sponge, drenching myself with water from the melted ice. I plunge the hat and wear it dripping upon my head. It is soon dry. I soak it. It’s dry. The sun and I engage in this relentless battle. I win moments of cool relief. The hours become two, almost three. I’m a crazy woman sitting on a fence post, but I like being crazy, and I miss him.

    I eat a peach. I pee on the parched ground. I wait. The sun plays with me like a cat with a mouse. I’m too hot to squeak. I walk around. They have no schedule, no clock, they don’t make appointments. They come when they are thirsty.

    I hear them before I see them, a thunderous dust cloud in the far distance, manes blazing, galloping hooves that have never not known freedom, a wild unbridled energy. I wait. The pungent scent is musky. I taste it. It soaks into my sweat. Later, after I bathe, after I rub myself with jasmine lotion, I will still smell like them.

    They do not slow their pace. I’m amazed by their ability to abruptly stop. My presence startles the young until they realize that I do not worry their mothers. I am as interesting to their mothers as a sun bleached tumbleweed. I wait. Sometimes he looks at me. Sometimes he does not. I never know which time it is.

    The young wander away. Their beautiful lean mothers follow. He tosses his magnificent head, takes a deeper wade, and sinks under the water. I wait. I whisper please. I wait. Please.

    With a surge he rises with ebony eyes and looks at me, a magnetic stare.

    I am before his eyes. We are connected. Just once I wish he would blink. He never does. He stands still, a sheet of water pouring from his chest. The sun dancing upon him like no dance I have ever seen.

    Eleven seconds perhaps, or do I exaggerate?

    His coat is a swirl of dark ink spilling into my eyes, flooding me with memories to cherish when I am an old woman sitting in a rocking chair. It is never eleven full seconds, the time he allows me to be before his eyes, in his world, in his consciousness.

    A sharp flick of his neck. A spray of shooting water. He never says goodbye.

  4. The Poet’s Heart
    By D.B. Pacini

    It is the bravery, adventure, and fire of artistic devotion, the residence of treasures, ringing bells, intrigue. It is imagination, the serious backdrop of playfulness; it is a determined miner digging for knowledge. It is rumbles, tumbles, ambitious shy smiles. It is not red, but scarlet, not blue, but sapphire, not yellow, but gold.

    It is woodcuts, engravings, lively songs, a rowboat upon the water, stirred up make-believe, absolute truth. It is an exaggerated, understated, simple, fantastic, and unrestrained passion. It is compassion and empathy.

    Its battles are fought by handsome rogues. Its silver tears are wept by fair maidens. It infuses mundane seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, and centuries with luminosity. It is precarious, safe, elaborate, plain, magnificent, and ordinary.

    It has few teachers, a million, no more. No masters with preconceived notions. It is a dedicated apprentice of nature, of watching, of listening. It is scrumptious, enthralling, and irresistible. It is oaks, willows, orange groves, and the resilient weeds growing in brick-laid pathways. It is castle-like homelessness. It is a barefoot splashed puddle of summer rain water.

    It is the clinking of cups, the slender stem of a wine glass, the crust of warm bread, fresh figs, laughter, and observed moments of silence. It is confidential murmurs, excited shouts, and the steady clanking of a horse drawn carriage on a cobblestone street.

    It is shiny new copper pennies, a Shakespearean sonnet, a snow white swan on a green pond. It is a dirt road, a beach cove, a mountaintop, a wheat field, a battlefield, a great hall, a throne room, a jail cell, a gallery, a balcony, a crowded coffee shop, a sweatshop, the backseat of a 57 Chevy.

    It contains broken eggshells, chirping baby birds, bits of moss and pieces of twig, worms, mornings, and thunderbolts. It is a chance, a crest, a deep icy crevasse, a laurel wreath, serendipity, a freshly sharpened forgotten pencil tucked behind an ear. It is eloquence, a stolen kiss, a trading of thrusts. It is a dancing bear, an oil lamp, a silken thread, a thistle fluff, a dragonfly. It can distinguish between thin and thick conceptions.

    It is not diseased but infectious, like hunger among the poor, like meadows astir with butterflies. It is the lovely expression, “Ah, you are here!” It has humor, wit, pirates, dialogue, rainbows, and soul. It is jumbled and perishable. It is a robin’s red breast, a lion’s roar, a blank verse.

    It is an ascending star, a falling star, a starless night; it lights darkness with flickering fireflies that have never been put in a jar. It captures you and then sets you free.

    It is a waving flag, worn workman boots, ladies satin slippers. It ambles down unbeaten paths and city boulevards. It is lost, found, lost and found again. It is strengthened by weakness. It adopts orphans.

    It is a sparkling river, a collage of autumn leaves, a bus stop near a pawn shop with bars on its windows, a city full of litter, clean mirrored skyscrapers, big money, and disillusioned kids. It is never absent when present. It is a trellis of climbing roses, a spinning globe, honey bees, a purple iris spear. It is van Gogh on a very good day.

    It is muddy skirmishes with words. It is a forest of thoughts, dreams, and quick glances from across the room. It is a hailed taxi, a bonfire, a bell tower, a fog horn, a plowed field, a paintbrush, a split second, an eternity, a revision of lines.

  5. The Three Languages
    after the Brothers Grimm

    If all you learn in one year is Dog-talk,
    and all your study in the next is Bird-song,
    and the third year is only Frog-lament,

    of course no one will understand you.gff
    Driven from the house of Human-
    kind, disinherited, you could wander

    among wild creatures, forest-folk
    who keep their own words
    for the treasure of this green, ensorcelled

    world: fields before the fall
    of asphalt, snow-melt rivers unslicked
    by oil, air with no combusted stain.

    At last, can you come back to teach
    your human brothers and sisters even one
    of those three tongues?

  6. Fireworks Factory
    By Jim Turner

    The night our town’s fireworks factory
    blew up we ooh-aahed, we thought,
    the best, last display we’d ever see.
    We prayed nobody we knew got hurt.
    Burning magic beanstalks of rockets
    with brilliant blossoms of thunder
    triggered clamorous alarms everywhere.
    Their hilarious wailing joined the fun.
    Bomb-storms rained and burst among us.
    We laughed away war, taking playful cover
    from snapping rapid-fire of little crackers.
    We were glad nobody we knew got shot.
    After its grand finale we frolicked home,
    thankful that a horror was gone for good.
    But even as we fell toward troubled sleep,
    we heard their hammers, rebuilding.


  7. We’ve learned that we cannot have our poetry event at the library (where we usually have our poetry series) because the date conflicts with another event at the library. Not to worry, we will have our “100 Thousands Poets for Change” Open Mic Showcase at a “to be announced” location. Please visit our website to see the location address and showcase information, we will have it updated and listed before mid-August. http://www.astarrynightproductions.com/poetryseries/poetryseries.htm

  8. Thank you Donna, I have changed the event information to reflect the change of venue. Look forward to more details. Best, Michael

    • Michael,

      We have our updated information and photographs on this link:

      We hope to video record our event. We have 12 poets so far and three music sets, plus wine and great food.

      I’m adding another update (on our website) by tomorrow with your new numbers: 500 events, 400 cities, 95 countries.

      ATTENTION POETS in Sacramento County, CA and in San Joaquin County, CA:

      We can accept a few more poets to read at our “100 Poets for Change” poetry/music showcase in Acampo, CA. Email me at Pacini.Novelist@gmail.com if you wish to read with us.

      Michael, keep up the amazing work! You rock.


      • Hi Donna, Thanks for the info. Only info on this blog will be archived. If you don’t put info from your website on this blog page the information on your website will not be part of the archive. The archiving process does not include material linked on other sites. Good to hear from you! Peace, Michael

  9. Prisoners of War

    based on Elihu Burritt’s “After-Battle Amenities”

    These Russians soldiers taken in battle
    by the French, detained
    inside Liédot – island fort on the Île d’Aix –
    look how they come tonight
    in full uniform, convivially,
    on invitation of their captors.

    What of the war?

    French and Russian, they speak of far-off
    homes, of wives and sweethearts
    left behind; a little girl called Tatyana,
    a boy christened Jean-Pierre.
    The conversation turns, in time, to politics.
    A Russian says, “we are only machines
    of slaughter. Off the field of battle,
    we have no enemies.”

    Does he raise a glass to his hosts?

    It was he, or another – English,
    French, or Russian – wandering the field
    at night, binding up wounds
    of the dying, no matter what uniform
    they bled, what language
    they cried. What of the war, he says.

    “We are only brothers.”

  10. 3 poems from Walking with Elihu:

    A Ship Goes Aground off Nantucket
    [based on Elihu Burritt’s “A Child’s Question”]

    Fifty-four Forty or Fight! It looks like war,
    United States against the Motherland.
    And off the coast of Massachusetts, Mother
    Nature brews a storm.

    Against the wind, British sea-men
    wrestle down their sails.
    But still, their ship
    wrecks on the shoals off Nantucket.

    Merchants and whalers, good Nantucketeers
    rope themselves in, throw themselves
    into the waves to save foreign sailors
    from a common foe and friend, the Sea.

    Now observe this English mariner
    shivering and drenched,
    wrapped in Yankee
    comforters and warmed with tea

    as a small child asks
    her father, isn’t this the enemy
    we wish to go to war
    to kill?

    How to Conquer an Enemy
    [based on Elihu Burritt’s “Storming Quebec” ]

    Shall we go to war over a boundary
    with Canada? And now, by chance, Quebec City
    burns – a third of its population homeless.
    Seize the moment. Arm the battleships,
    prepare for war. Strike
    while the people grovel in their ashes.

    You can win the enemy over, hand to hand
    and mouth by mouth. Spring upon him
    like a good Samaritan, with blankets, jackets
    and trousers; hogsheads of bacon; codfish,
    pork, and flour. Fire the cannon at fifty
    hams per minute. Take the harbor

    and swiftly come ashore. Barricade the streets
    with loaves of bread. As white flags
    wave from every corner and the amazed
    church-bells peal, it will be clear:
    you have killed an enemy
    and made a friend at one shot.

    [As if War must have the flowers, and Peace the weeds.
    – Elihu Burritt, “The Husbandry of the Plough and the Sword”]

    Fifty thousand working men’s sons – the best
    and strongest, the ones raised in English family love –
    are chosen by their government
    and vetted by the military surgeon.

    On the other side, fifty thousand
    working men’s sons – brought up French by loving
    families – are similarly called, and sent
    against them into battle.

    Of these twice-fifty thousand fine young men,
    one twentieth are killed outright
    in a single day and left lying on the field;
    three times that many maimed for life.

    Elihu, when you practiced numbers
    to the beat of hammer against ploughshare,
    calculating barleycorns and the circumference
    of Earth, did you ever think it must

    work out to such grim
    mathematics, these magnitudes
    that mankind sows and reaps and buries
    in his earthly garden?

    These poems are from my book, Walking with Elihu: poems on Elihu Burritt, the Learned Blacksmith (available on Amazon).

    Elihu Burritt (1810-1879) was an American peace activist working on both sides of the Atlantic. He organized a series of international peace congresses in Europe; he served as consular agent to Birmingham, England under President Lincoln. He walked the length of Britain, observing the effects of the Industrial Revolution and writing about it.

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    A STARRY NIGHT PRODUCTIONS: http://www.astarrynightproductions.com


    E-MAIL: starrynightpoetry@gmail.com
    Web-Link: http://www.astarrynightproductions.com/poetryseries/poetryseries.htm




    08-29-11: There are 500 “100 Thousand Poets for Change” events planned in 400 cities representing 95 countries.

    A STARRY NIGHT POETRY SERIES will present our “100 THOUSAND POETS FOR CHANGE” poetry and music showcase on Saturday, September 24th from 11:00 A.M. until 4:00 P.M. at HERITAGE OAK WINERY in their hummingbird outside patio. We are very grateful to Tom and Carmela Hoffman for providing this beautiful setting. Admission is free.


    As of 09-02-11 we have 18-20 poets who have expressed interest in reading for us. Their names, photographs and biographies will be listed on our website soon. We will also list their names in this blog.


    HAYWIRED BAND: http://www.haywiredband.com
    Haywired is a topnotch ‘Americana’ acoustic band (bluegrass, folk, swing, cowboy, and blues) featuring Mark Giuseponi on mandolin, trumpet, and vocals — Liz Schuler on guitar and vocals — and Rod Linn on bass. Their music is fantastic

    BART VOGEL: http://www.bartvogel.com
    Acoustic guitarist and vocalist Bart Vogel is in one word: dynamitic. His original music is best described as indie-pop Americana, ranging from voice-driven blues to reflective guitar instrumentals.

    TIM CHRISTENSEN: http://www.woodbridgegrange482.org/pages/mrb_info.htm
    Tim Christensen (guitar and vocals) is a member of the MOKELUMNE RIVER BAND. The band does a variety of musical styles: mostly folk, country, bluegrass, old time rock, blues, and popular music. Tim will perform a country and bluegrass acoustic set for us.


    Since our inception in 2004, creative artists associated with A STARRY NIGHT PRODUCTIONS have volunteered to mentor young people, especially teen writers and teen musicians. To continue our youth advocacy, our “100 THOUSAND POETS FOR CHANGE” showcase will be a fundraiser to benefit the LODI GRAPE FESTIVAL AND HARVEST FAIR “BUCKS-FOR-BOOKS” SCHOLARSHIP.

    The program awards numerous scholarships yearly for up to $1,000 each to offset the cost of books associated with higher education. The scholarship is open to local graduating high school seniors and college students seeking a bachelor’s degree. For additional information please contact Brandy Haupt, email: brandy@grapefestival.com or call Lodi Grape Festival and Harvest Fair: (209) 369-2771.


    We will be serving “LOCKEFORD MEATS COMPANY” sausage hoagie sandwiches with sauerkraut and onions, potato salad, pickles, desserts, soft drinks, and bottled water. You may also purchase HERITAGE OAK wine. The “Lockeford Meats Company” doesn’t have a website, but they are known as one of the best sausage makers in Northern California. All profits from our refreshments will be donated to the LODI GRAPE FESTIVAL AND HARVEST FAIR “BUCKS-FOR-BOOKS” SCHOLARSHIP.



    Email: walterblue@bigbridge.org
    Website: http://www.bigbridge.org

    MICHAEL ROTHENBERG is an American poet, songwriter, editor, horticulturist, and environmentalist in the San Francisco Bay Area. He is editor of the online literary magazine BIG BRIDGE. Born in Miami Beach, Florida, Rothenberg received his Bachelor of Arts in English at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. He moved to California in 1976, where he began SHELLDANCE ORCHID GARDENS, an orchid and bromeliad nursery. Over the past 25 years, Rothenberg has been a leading force in the protection of Bay Area coastal lands and endangered species. In 1989, Rothenberg and NANCY VICTORIA DAVIS, a painter, illustrator, book designer, installation artist, and co-founder of Shelldance Nursery, began BIG BRIDGE PRESS, a fine print literary press. In 1993, Rothenberg received his MA in Poetics at New College of California.

    On April 4, 2011, he and Terri Carrion decided to organize a “100 THOUSAND POETS FOR CHANGE” peaceful demonstration/celebration of poetry and the spoken word to promote environmental, social, and political change in the Bay Area. The project gained international interest to make September 24, 2011 the first official day of poetry being celebrated globally.

    All “100 THOUSAND POETS FOR CHANGE” events will take place throughout the world on September 24, 2011, comprising of poetry showcases, music concerts, performance art, workshops, activities, other creative arts undertakings, and peaceful demonstrations in honor of poetry and change. Additionally, many event organizers are doing fundraisers to benefit organizations in their communities.

    Immediately following September 24th all documentation on the “100 THOUSAND POETS FOR CHANGE” WEBLOG will be preserved by STANFORD UNIVERSITY, which recognizes “100 THOUSAND POETS FOR CHANGE” as an historical event that is the largest poetry reading in history. Stanford University will archive the complete contents of this 100TPC.org weblog, as part of their digital archiving LOCKSS program.
    LOCKSS: http://www.lockss.org/lockss/Home

    Please visit the web-link below on our website for updated information about our event:



    Marty Smith has a COLLABORATIVE POEM on the 100 TPC Organization & Communication Hub Post.

    Mary has asked all organizers to add a couple of lines to the ongoing poem. As our Lodi, CA organizer I wrote this and added it to the collaborative poem.

    By D.B. Pacini

    Go with me to the river.
    Wiggle your toes in the cool sandy mud.
    Feel the wet under your soles.
    Let your soul sing beneath the willows.
    Withdraw the priceless beauty,
    Of Nature’s precious account with me,
    When we sit at the river’s shaded bank.



    The web-address for the “100 TPC” Blog Page can be found by visiting

    Once there, scroll down on the right side section to USA. It is quite a ways down. When you locate USA, scroll down to LODI, CA. Click on LODI and you will be directed to OUR page. Any of you can post your original poems on our page. You can post original poems you plan to read on 09-24 or poems you won’t be reading. It is okay with me for you to post as many poems as you wish.



    On FACEBOOK: Donna B. Pacini-Christensen


    On FACEBOOK: 100 TPC Organization & Communication Hub


    On FACEBOOK: Michael Rothenberg


    Dear Other 100 TPC Organizers,

    I wish you the best as September 24th draws near. We are collectively doing something that is truly amazing. Like many of you I have provide countless flyers and blurb information about 100 TPC to radio and public TV stations, to college and university teachers/professors, to writing groups, libraries, and to people/organizations. As much as possible, I have emailed the information out and ask others to share it. We cannot know how effective our individual efforts are—we can only try our best.

    My 100 TPC event on 09-24 will be a poetry/music benefit showcase for a community nonprofit organization that gives college students monetary scholarships (up to $1,000 each) for college books. Our event will be five hours; we are having three music sets and 18-20 poets reading. It is taking place at a lovely winery and we are having excellent food. We will have a wonderful time and we expect to raise much needed funds for a worthy cause.

    To review our information please visit this web-link and scroll down to 09-24-11:

    We will have biography summaries and photographs of our 18-20 poets posted soon.

    When Michael Rothenberg first sent me 100 TPC emails back in April 2011, I envisioned this as hopefully becoming a Bay Area California multi-event endeavor. In a few astonishing months 100 TPC passionately grew to become 500 events planned in 400 cities representing 95 countries. I’m probably inaccurate about those numbers, they were correct a few days ago. I’m sure they are increasing each day.

    Some people have been concerned about the “change” we hope to make. They have asked me what kind of change I am hoping to make and they have listened to my honest response with skepticism. They seem suspicious of my motives and of the “real” overall motive behind this global 100 TPC endeavor.

    As Bob Holman and Margery Snyder on About.com Guides shared on 06-29-11, the answers to the “what kind of change” question will be many worldwide answers. I agree with Holman and Snyder, it is clear that to many organizers “change” is a code word for progressive social movement towards peace, tolerance, and sustainability—but as Holman and Snyder point out—the beauty of the concept is that it is completely decentralized and completely inclusive.

    In my personal case, the main change that I wish to make is to provide more opportunity to poets and musicians in my community to be respectfully heard. Another important change that I wish to make is to provide needed financial funds to a worthy nonprofit organization in my community.

    If we each try to do something in our communities we will help develop better communities. None of us can do everything. Most of us can do something. A lot of individual effort added together can make a BIG CHANGE. That is the change I am striving to make in my community and in the world.

    My creative arts company, A Starry Night Production’s mission statement is:
    Creative artists promoting cultural harmony and environmental responsibility.

    That is the foundation of our “Starry Night” mindset, that people of all cultural backgrounds are treated with respect, and that we each take environmental responsibility to protect the earth and its natural resources.

    In answer to the question about which poets are participating in this 100 TPC project—the 18-20 poets who are reading at our event are local poets who have expressed an interest in participating.

    I am a 100 TPC organizer. I am a volunteer mentor to teen and young adult writers. I have an ongoing poetry series. I am one ordinary person in my community. My husband and I provide writing, music, and other creative community events/activities to our community.

    Being part of 100 TPC is pretty darn wonderful. I’m very excited and truly honored to be the organizer of a 100 TPC event that will be taking on Sept. 24th. It is an important and valuable historic event. It has made and will continue to make incredible changes.

    Warmest Regards,

    D.B. Pacini
    Email: Pacini.Novelist@gmail.com


  12. 09-12-11: A STARRY NIGHT POETRY SERIES will have SEVENTEEN POETS READING and THREE MUSIC SETS. Please visit this link to review photographs/biographies: http://www.astarrynightproductions.com/poetryseries/poetryseries.htm

    09-11-11: “In case you didn’t notice this event is getting really large.”
    Michael Rothenberg

    09-10-11: To date, there are 650 “100 Thousand Poets for Change” events planned in 450 cities representing 95 countries.


  13. I’ve been asked why I strive so intensely to encourage people to please attend creative arts events. I gave this question a lot of thought. I know I don’t speak for every creative artist—but many do share my opinion about why they desire an audience.

    “Whatever their chosen medium of expression is, be it the written word, music, dance, theater, or any performing or visual art form, the artist needs his or her audience to comprehend that their greatest desire is to share a gift that was first gifted to them, a gift that is from its birth-core genuine. The artist is one half of this mutual heart; the audience is the other half. Together they beat, together they grow alive.”

    D.B. Pacini

  14. Dear Terri Carrion, Michael Rothenberg, 100 TPC organizers, and all creative artists who participated in 100 TPC events around the world on September 24th,

    I was immensely honored to join efforts with you on 09-24-11 to give the world a worthy gift of poetry, other creative art mediums, and a harmonious global song of peace. Together we’ve shared a historic experience. Together we accomplished something that is absolutely amazing. Thank you for blending your voices with mine and with the remarkable creative artists who were with me on 09-24-11. I’m sure most of you were exhausted after your events—but I trust that it was a good and satisfying exhaustion.

    Our all-day event was outside at a lovely winery in Northern California. We had 16 poets and storytellers, three music sets, wine, wonderful food, an attentive audience, and a radiant day. The weather was perfect until the last hour when soft breezes became quite strong. Our final set of poets had to cup the microphone with their hands to block the whistling sound of the wind. We had suffered a week of extremely hot days and relished the cooler weather we had on Saturday.

    Our event was, in part, a fundraiser for BUCK FOR BOOKS, a local scholarship fund that provides financial assistance to students to purchase college books. After expenses we had a profit of $260.00 raised for the scholarship fund.

    CHANGE: On Saturday we strived to inspire more empathy, compassion, and love in human hearts.

    Many people I didn’t know gave me their contact information during and after our event. It’s always a good sign when people want to know what you will be doing next.

    We didn’t do live stream and we didn’t record our event; we will try to do both next year. We documented our event in photographs. I’ve asked our poets and storytellers to email me the material they read so that I can put all the poems and stories with their photographs in their sections. I will do this on our “A Starry Night Poetry Series” web-link and also on our 100 TPC event page to be archived by Stanford University.

    Warmest regards to all of you.

    D.B. Pacini
    Email: Pacini.Novelist@gmail.com
    Website: http://www.astarrynightproductions.com

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