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KELSEYVILLE, Calif. – The Konocti Art Society shows and sells art at the WestAmerica Bank during the Kelseyville Pear Festival which is Saturday, Sept. 28, from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m.
Konocti Art Society artists display many types of art – watercolor, oil, acrylic, pastels-originals, prints, cards, ceramics, sculptures, jewelry and fabric arts.
Members of the Konocti Art Society are Leah Adams, Jo Bergesen, Lucia Boyle, Judy Cardinale, Linda Crayne, Barbara Funke, Dawn Griffith, Gerri Groody, Jan Hambrick, Annette Higday, Karen Hook, Barbara Kossen, Jeanne Landon-Myers, Diana Liebe, Karen Magnuson, Gay McComb, Carolyn Morris, Patty Oates, Diane Stawicki and Phyllis Thiessen.
During the month of September, pear-shaped art will be on display at WestAmerica Bank as part of a raffle benefiting the Lake County Arts Council’s Summer Youth Art Camp.
During the month of September tickets can be obtained at WestAmerica Bank. Tickets are $5 for 6 tickets or $1 each.
Tickets also be available the day of the Kelseyville Pear Festival.
The drawing for several pieces of pear art will be Saturday, Sept. 28, at 3 p.m. at WestAmerica Bank during the Kelseyville Pear Festival.
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- Written by: Elizabeth Larson
Let's hope that by the time this column appears all fires in California have been extinguished.
I wanted to offer you a poem that shows us what that beautiful but arid state can look like before it's caught fire.
The poet, Dana Gioia, served as chair of the National Endowment for the Arts and has been a friend to, and advocate for, poetry for many years.
This poem appeared in the anthology, “Fire and Rain: Ecopoetry of California,” from Scarlet Tanager Books.
California Hills in August
I can imagine someone who found
these fields unbearable, who climbed
the hillside in the heat, cursing the dust,
cracking the brittle weeds underfoot,
wishing a few more trees for shade.
An Easterner especially, who would scorn
the meagerness of summer, the dry
twisted shapes of black elm,
scrub oak, and chaparral, a landscape
August has already drained of green.
One who would hurry over the clinging
thistle, foxtail, golden poppy,
knowing everything was just a weed,
unable to conceive that these trees
and sparse brown bushes were alive.
And hate the bright stillness of the noon
without wind, without motion,
the only other living thing
a hawk, hungry for prey, suspended
in the blinding, sunlit blue.
And yet how gentle it seems to someone
raised in a landscape short of rain—
the skyline of a hill broken by no more
trees than one can count, the grass,
the empty sky, the wish for water.
American Life in Poetry does not accept unsolicited manuscripts. It is made possible by The Poetry Foundation, publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. Poem copyright ©1986 by Dana Gioia, "California Hills in August," from Fire and Rain: Ecopoetry of California, (Lucille Lang Day and Ruth Nolan, Eds., Scarlet Tanager Books, 2018). Poem reprinted by permission of Dana Gioia and the publisher. Introduction copyright ©2019 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006.
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