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Porchlit Porchlit is space-based arts/history project taking place over a year 4/23/2015 to 4/23/2016. Managed by Yonnas Getahun, Cambell Thibo and Omar Wiley.

First He Invented The Phone. Then, Bell Left A Voice Message
07/30/2017
First He Invented The Phone. Then, Bell Left A Voice Message

First He Invented The Phone. Then, Bell Left A Voice Message

We finally know what the inventor of the telephone sounded like. Last week, the Smithsonian unveiled recordings of Alexander Graham Bell's voice from 1885. It's the first known recording of him speaking.

Once a quarter a volunteer from Porchlit reads poems from the Poetry Garden located at Seattle Center. This time Yonnas ...
07/19/2016
Poem from the Poetry Garden recited by Yonnas Getahun

Once a quarter a volunteer from Porchlit reads poems from the Poetry Garden located at Seattle Center. This time Yonnas recites the poems etched and found on the stones of the garden from poets such as Margie Piercy, Pablo Neruda, Margaret Atwood, Hildegard of Bingen and Annie Sexton. Especial thanks to Seattle Center, Office of Arts & Culture and Elisheba Johnson for working with Porchlit. PoetryGarden, "Porchilt ", "SeattleCenter #Seattle #OfficeofArts&Culture"

 

04/25/2016

Dears,

One year ago, Yonnas Getahun and I, Campbell Thibo, began to read selections of literature we loved from a porch at 12th Ave. S. and S. King St. in Seattle, WA. At the same time, we commenced partnership with publisher/historian Omar Willey to produce "Beyond the Porch," our local, historical podcast.

We have now come to the close of the time we set for the project, one calendar year, on the 400th anniversary of William Shakespeare's death, April 23, 2016.

You have joined us by listening to the recordings, sharing podcasts with friends, and personally reciting literature from porches, stoops and balconies in Seattle and all around the world. We feel overwhelmed with gratitude toward you, really. Last night as I lay down, I felt euphoric for a long while.

We, as Porchlit, are at the top of our breath. We have experienced a full year, and would like now to pause.

I welcome your reflections on this project. What has it meant to you? How would you remember it, or encourage it to continue? Please, if you wish, write your thoughts here, or email them to [email protected] to help inform our sense of what to do now.

Yonnas will enjoy a well-deserved rest. I wish to express my sincere thanks to him for this work. He has remained generous, flexible and humorously committed to the ideal of communtiy-curated literature.

Omar still has other historical podcasts in utero which makes me a Very Happy Person. I have not enjoyed Seattle history so much since I found "Sons of the Profits" by Bill Speidel.

I believe there is more to this medium than I had imagined, and I await your thoughts as I consider how to continue.

Again, we as Porchlit exclaim our wonder for you, and gratitude at having made this all together.

(Sonnet 154 from Town Hall, Seattle, WA after Seattle Poetry Grand Slam) The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by ...
04/24/2016
Jessica Charlton recites Sonnet 154 by William Shakespeare

(Sonnet 154 from Town Hall, Seattle, WA after Seattle Poetry Grand Slam) The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions of true hearts had warmed; And so the General of hot desire Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed. This brand she quenched in a cool well by, Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy, For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall, Came there for cure and this by that I prove, Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. Townhall, "WilliamShakespeare #seattle"

 

Post Seattle Poetry Slam's Grand Slam Jessica Charlton recited the final sonnet by William Shakespeare for Porchlit late...
04/24/2016

Post Seattle Poetry Slam's Grand Slam Jessica Charlton recited the final sonnet by William Shakespeare for Porchlit late last night on the 400 year anniversary of his death April 23rd, 2016. Enjoy!!!

https://goo.gl/WjVivk

The little Love-god lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warmed;
And so the General of hot desire
Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed.
This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

(Sonnet 154 on the 400 year anniversary of Shakespeare from the original porch/balcony where a year ago Porchlit started...
04/24/2016
Yonnas Getahun recites "Came there for cure"by William Shakespeare

(Sonnet 154 on the 400 year anniversary of Shakespeare from the original porch/balcony where a year ago Porchlit started in Seattle, WA) The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions of true hearts had warmed; And so the General of hot desire Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed. This brand she quenched in a cool well by, Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy, For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall, Came there for cure and this by that I prove, Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. "WilliamShakespeare "

 

"1564–1616William Shakespeare,Playwright andPoet, Is Dead at 52By LOUIS BAYARDOn this date — April 23, 1616 — the creato...
04/23/2016
William Shakespeare, Playwright and Poet, Is Dead at 52

"1564–1616
William Shakespeare,
Playwright and
Poet, Is Dead at 52
By LOUIS BAYARD

On this date — April 23, 1616 — the creator of “Hamlet,”
“Macbeth” and “Romeo and Juliet” left the beauty of this
world. To us, he bequeathed his tragedies and comedies,
his sonnets and verse, which would survive 400 years. ""

On this date — April 23, 1616 — the creator of “Hamlet,” “Macbeth” and “Romeo and Juliet” left the beauty of this world. To us, he bequeathed his tragedies and comedies, his sonnets and verse, which would survive 400 years.

(Last sonnet No. 154 on the 400 year anniversary of Shakespeare's death from David H. Koch Theater (New York City Ballet...
04/23/2016
Campbell Thibo recites "The little Love-god lying once asleep" by William Shakespeare

(Last sonnet No. 154 on the 400 year anniversary of Shakespeare's death from David H. Koch Theater (New York City Ballet), Lincoln Center, NY) The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions of true hearts had warmed; And so the General of hot desire Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed. This brand she quenched in a cool well by, Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy, For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall, Came there for cure and this by that I prove, Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

 

Yes Google!!!
04/23/2016

Yes Google!!!

(Sonnet 153 from Rainier Beach Library, Seattle, WA) Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep: A maid of Dian's this adva...
04/22/2016
Dr. Georgia McDade recites "Against strange maladies a sovereign cure" by William Shakespeare

(Sonnet 153 from Rainier Beach Library, Seattle, WA) Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep: A maid of Dian's this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold valley-fountain of that ground; Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love, A dateless lively heat, still to endure, And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove Against strange maladies a sovereign cure. But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired, The boy for trial needs would touch my breast; I, sick withal, the help of bath desired, And thither hied, a sad distempered guest, But found no cure, the bath for my help lies Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes. "WilliamShakespeare "

 

(Sonnet 152 from the entrance of Olympic Sculpture Park) In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice f...
04/21/2016
Lola E Peters reads "In loving thee" by William Shakespeare

(Sonnet 152 from the entrance of Olympic Sculpture Park) In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing; In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn, In vowing new hate after new love bearing: But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee, When I break twenty? I am perjured most; For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee, And all my honest faith in thee is lost: For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness, Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy; And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness, Or made them swear against the thing they see; For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured eye, To swear against the truth so foul a lie! WilliamShakespeare

 

(Sonnet 152 from The Swan Steps of the Swan Theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon) In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, B...
04/21/2016
Tracy Irish recites "In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn" by William Shakespeare

(Sonnet 152 from The Swan Steps of the Swan Theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon) In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing; In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn, In vowing new hate after new love bearing: But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee, When I break twenty? I am perjured most; For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee, And all my honest faith in thee is lost: For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness, Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy; And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness, Or made them swear against the thing they see; For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured eye, To swear against the truth so foul a lie! WilliamShakespeare, "Shakespeare "

(Sonnet 152 from The Swan Steps of the Swan Theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon) In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing; In act thy bed-vow broke, and

04/21/2016
Sonnet 152 from the Swan Steps at the Swan Theatre

Tracy Irish, who was the Educator Programme Developer for the World Shakespeare Festival, recites Sonnet 152 from the Swan Steps of the Swan Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon

"The Swan was a theatre in Southwark, London, England, built in 1595 on top of a previously standing structure,[1] during the first half of William Shakespeare's career.[2] It was the fifth in the series of large public playhouses of London, after James Burbage's The Theatre (1576) and Curtain (1577), the Newington Butts Theatre (between 1575 and 1577) and Philip Henslowe's Rose (1587–88)."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Swan_(theatre)

Here is her excellent reading of William Shakespeare's sonnet 152.
https://goo.gl/C5ITfS

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing;
In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing:
But why of two oaths' breach do I accuse thee,
When I break twenty? I am perjured most;
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,
And all my honest faith in thee is lost:
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy;
And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,
Or made them swear against the thing they see;
For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured eye,
To swear against the truth so foul a lie! — at Swan Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon.

"Survey of 18,000 people in 15 countries suggests Shakespeare more popular in Mexico, more relevant in Brazil and better...
04/21/2016
Shakespeare better understood in China, Mexico and Turkey than he is in the UK

"Survey of 18,000 people in 15 countries suggests Shakespeare more popular in Mexico, more relevant in Brazil and better understood in India than he is at home"

Survey of 18,000 people in 15 countries finds Shakespeare more popular in Mexico, more relevant in Brazil and better understood in India than he is at home

(Sonnet 151 from 33 Church St, Blackpool FY1 1HT, United Kingdom Crumbs) Love is too young to know what conscience is; Y...
04/20/2016
Blackpool Grand Theatre Young Company recites Sonnet 151 by William Shakespeare

(Sonnet 151 from 33 Church St, Blackpool FY1 1HT, United Kingdom Crumbs)

Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not, conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove. For thou betraying me, I do betray My nobler part to my gross body's treason; My soul doth tell my body that he may Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason, But rising at thy name, doth point out thee As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride, He is contented thy poor drudge to be, To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side. No want of conscience hold it that I call Her 'love,' for whose dear love I rise and fall. "WilliamShakespeare #BlackpoolGrandTheatreYoungCompany"

 

04/20/2016
Sonnet 151 by Blackpool Grand Theatre Company

Melanie Whitehead and the Grand Theatre, Blackpool company located in Blackpool, UK rewards us with an ensemble reading of William Shakespeare's Sonnet 151. Just incredible!!!

(Sonnet 151 from a balcony in Stratford, Ontario) Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not, consc...
04/20/2016
Lanise Antoine Shelley recites "Love is too young" by William Shakespeare

(Sonnet 151 from a balcony in Stratford, Ontario) Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not, conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove. For thou betraying me, I do betray My nobler part to my gross body's treason; My soul doth tell my body that he may Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason, But rising at thy name, doth point out thee As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride, He is contented thy poor drudge to be, To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side. No want of conscience hold it that I call Her 'love,' for whose dear love I rise and fall. "WilliamShakespeare "

 

(Sonnet 150 from a porch in Seattle, WA) O! from what power hast thou this powerful might, With insufficiency my heart t...
04/20/2016
John Boylan recites "To make me give the lie to my true sight" by William Shakespeare

(Sonnet 150 from a porch in Seattle, WA) O! from what power hast thou this powerful might, With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantise of skill, That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds? Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, The more I hear and see just cause of hate? O! though I love what others do abhor, With others thou shouldst not abhor my state: If thy unworthiness raised love in me, More worthy I to be beloved of thee. "WilliamShakespeare "

 

John Boylan slaying the camera while reciting Sonnet 150 by William Shakespeare with passion.https://goo.gl/ivNrGiO! fro...
04/20/2016

John Boylan slaying the camera while reciting Sonnet 150 by William Shakespeare with passion.

https://goo.gl/ivNrGi

O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O! though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
More worthy I to be beloved of thee.

Only 4 days of 365 day ritual of reciting poetry from porches/balcony to celebrate the contribution of William Shakespeare remain.

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