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The first interview related to the quest of Vassar Professor Don Foster and myself to prove "Night Before Christmas" was written by Henry Livingston, not Clement Moore. This followed our two page interviews in People Magazine and The New York Times. In 2014, a mock trial in Troy NY came back with a jury verdict that Henry Livingston was, indeed, the author and December 7, 2014 was named Henry Livingston Day in Troy NY, where the poem was first published. In 2016, following years of statistical research, Auckland University Emeritus Professor Mac Jackson came out with his book "Who Wrote...

Every year at the end of November, Bob Dylan pushes pause on the Never Ending Tour to rest his bones for winter before returning to the stage in early April. Most years Dylan tries to end things in his adopted hometown of NYC around Thanksgiving (perhaps he secretly dresses as a clown to wrangle a giant balloon down Fifth Avenue) and on Monday, November, 20th Bob and his steadfast band played the first of four shows on the Upper West Side of Manhattan to wrap up their 2017. The Beacon Theater was a nightmare to enter because of heightened security...

A supercomputer programmed to think like the notorious Zodiac killer produced some creepy poetry when fed all the known writings of the elusive criminal, it was learned Thursday. A University of Southern California professor created an artificial intelligence software that was designed to help crack the code of the Z340, the Zodiac killer’s famous cipher. The ciphers, which were sent with letters to the police and newspapers in Northern California during the 1960s and 70s, contain letters and symbols that may hide clues as to the killer’s identity.

Feeling helpless hearing the news of yet another mass shooting, this time in a church in a small town in Texas. Name wasn't Islamic, so my guess is either a plain old fashioned lunatic, or a snowflake in meltdown. Which ever. This is all I can do about it, start a memorial song thread for people to contribute to. Theme is Texas, cowboys, oil wells, whatever Texas means to you, or Baptist hymns, if that's what you want. Songs are best, but poems, anecdotes, whatever moves you. I grabbed one of the best again, with the song Giant.

What the hell was that? November 4 was to be the big day for the anti-Trump fascists, but very few people showed up. And those who did were rather pathetic.

Bryant Gumbel 2000    Mac Jackson's Statistical Results 2016    People Magazine 2000    NY Times 2000    Mac Jackson came out last year with statistical proofs showing the unconscious characteristics of Henry Livingston are consistent with the poet of "Night Before Christmas." Moore's characteristics are statistically not a match. Mac's conclusion: Livingston, not Moore, wrote the poem.

Contribute songs, videos, poems, anecdotes, pictures, anything at all that commemorates New York City, the life there both good and bad, high and low brow, the previous attacks (Such as Osama Step Right Up and Kiss My Rosy Irish Arse [composed by one of the firemen of 9/11]). We did it for the country music festival in Vegas. Let's do it for New York, New York. I started it out with Sinatra for a source URL. Please add your own contributions.

~Young Goodman Brown~ I have yet to hear a finer reading of Hawthorne's classic story than this version recorded by Basil Rathbone. It is moody, chilling, insightful and masterfully dramatic as Rathbone imparts his unique style to each of the voiced characters. Here you will find the essence of true horror. Not the blood and guts of a slasher movie. Nor the melodrama of Vampires and Werewolves. But the real horror that lies in the corruption of sin in the human heart. Listen - and then pray for the coming of the dawn... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPhQCJ6waLI

This is, essentially, a Kindle graphic novel - a comic book if you will - of 14 poems of love and beautiful women by Henry Livingston (1748-1828), the author of "Night Before Christmas," illustrated with 174 antique postcards. FREE for the remainder of today, 15 Oct 2017.

The Kindle edition of "Thrice Happy Poetry" will be free for one day - 15 Oct 2017 - starting about 3am E.S.T. 14 poems, mostly love and beautiful women, by Henry Livingston, author of Night Before Christmas, illustrated with 174 vintage postcards. Think a comic book of poetry.

An area covered in still water The smell of stagnation will overwhelm Even the strongest of sweet fragrances Diversity of life easy to see It is a swamp its denizens harmful to all life save for native residents Its water riddled with bacteria Its bottom - vile, sticky trapping the lax Various denizens like mosquitoes and snakes will create disease, suffering that will spread to locales very distant unless decisive action is taken to check the contagion of the swamp Pesticides will control it for a short time But disease will very quickly return Teeming diversity hides great evil of...

Military and love poetry from Major Bradley Van Deusen (1905-1952), Major Henry Livingston's fourth great grandson.

For 24 hours from when the promotion went live, everyone can download my 450 page, heavily illustrated book, "Henry Livingston, Jr., The Poet You Always Loved" for FREE! So glad it worked.

The Kindle book I wrote last year about the life of Henry Livingston, Jr., identified by multiple scholars as the actual author of "Night Before Christmas", is available for free on Amazon for 24 hours starting 26 Sep 2017.

STATESVILLE, N.C. (WBTV) – Two men were arrested in Iredell County Tuesday after police say one of them shot at passing vehicles while the two were burning a lawnmower and car in their front yard. Deputies were called to a home on the 800 block of Blackwelder Road after someone reported shots being fired at passing motorists. Once on scene, law enforcement found 30-year-old Bobby Lee Messer Jr. and 62-year-old Jimmy Carson Messer in the yard drinking beer. According to the report, the duo was watching a lawnmower and vehicle “fully engulfed in flames burn.” Bobby Messer, they said, admitted...

HELLO MUDDAH (A LETTER FROM CAMP PRADA)Tune: “Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah” (A Letter from Camp Granada)Hello Muddah, it’s your “daughtah” That you sent here to Camp Prada; Camp is very entertaining, But they say we’ll have to undergo retraining. I went hiking with Joe Cooley, Only now Joe goes by “Julie”; You remember Leonard Skinner-- He’s now “Lena,” and they took his fidget spinner. All the counselors hate my gender, Say I just need to surrender; So they coach us to be sissies, And they say we must sit down when we go piss, please. Every morning we play soccer,...

A crashing bore, there is no more There’s social media, fakebook whores The freak is king, the shriek our gospel Post and share, we drink from the bottle And everyone thinks they’re Aristotle You can find the answer in every verse A big thumbs up for all, paint the fools curse A soulless woman, a little man Typing fury, angst filled also ran Transgendered 4 year olds, makes mother of the year Muslims plotting our death, is not what it appears But there’s movie stars birthdays, the death of another Silicon and celluloid, our heroes, big brother The screen screams...

im·pre·cate ˈimprəˌkāt/ verb; archaic verb: imprecate; 3rd person present: imprecates; past tense: imprecated; past participle: imprecated; gerund or present participle: imprecating utter (a curse) or invoke (evil) against someone or something. Origin early 17th century: from Latin imprecat- ‘invoked,’ from the verb imprecari . I'm BACK! Had a rather serious MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT on July 4th and haven't been up to my old self for the last three weeks, but am feeling much better now. Road Rash on both arms, left shoulder and left leg, mostly healed but still tender. Bruised ribs and hip, fractured shoulder blade still bothers me enough...

At birth we boarded the train and met our parents, and we believe they will always travel on our side. However, at some station our parents will step down from the train, leaving us on this journey alone. As time goes by, other people will board the train; and they will be significant i.e our siblings, friends, children, and even the love of your life. Many will step down and leave a permanent vacuum. Others will go so unnoticed that we don't realize they vacated their seats. This train ride will be full of joy, sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, goodbyes,...