Snowy Day Yarn Bomb by Hi, Jenny Brown – a Real Treat for Ezra Jack Keats Fans!
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The New York Public Library Has Calculated Its Most Checked-Out Books Of All Time - The most-wanted book? The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats npr.org/2020/01/13/795873…
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Dec 31, 2019: Ezra Jack Keats Children's Book Award (Published picture books)

Winning Writers description:

>Highly recommended free contest gives prizes of $3,000 in New Writer and New Illustrator categories for published picture books that portray the universal qualities of childhood, a strong and supportive family, and the multicultural nature of our world. Books must have been first published in North America and in the English language. Authors may be of any nationality. Winners must attend ceremony at the University of Southern Mississippi to receive award. No self-published titles. Only original stories qualify for the New Writer award; no folktales or retellings. Publisher must send 11 copies of book for consideration to the various addresses specified on sponsor's website.

From the contest website:

>The EJK Award is given to a new writer [and a new illustrator] for a picture book written in the tradition of EJK that:
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>● Highlights the universal qualities of childhood and the strength of the family.
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>● Reflects the multicultural nature of our world.
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>● Has an original text and original story (no folktales or retelling of folktales).
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>● Unifies illustrations and text.
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>● Avoids stereotypes.
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>● Is respectful of the child’s intelligence, sensitivity, curiosity, and love of learning.
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>● Displays freshness and originality of language and literary expression.

Contest details

  • Sponsor: Ezra Jack Keats Foundation
  • Category: Children's picture book (with prizes in both writing and illustration)
  • Submission length: No limit (hard copies only!)
  • Entry fee: No fee
  • Awards: $3,000

Guidelines and submission information

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Here's something for winter! 'The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats'
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Hi, Cat! by Ezra Jack Keats
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Ezra Jack Keats - "Peter's mother asked him and Willie to go on an errand to the grocery store." (1964)
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'The Snowy Day' by Ezra Jack Keats "Gate"
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[BLACK AF] 2017 We Gonna Get Dorothy Height and Ezra Jack Keats 'The Snowy Day' Stamps about.usps.com/news/natio…
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ezra jack keats 1940's Life Magazine photo for some inspiration

This is a picture I heard about on NPR today as they were speaking about the 50th anniversary of Ezra Jack Keats' book "The Snowy Day." Thought it may give some of you guys a little inspiration. The picture depicts a small African American boy receiving a vaccination shot in Georgia. The first slide is of a happy child, then as he receives the vaccination his arm is drawn close and portrays a look that says "Why did you hurt me." As it relates to our lives dealing with the symptoms of Bipolar Disorder we are faced with these scenarios that at the time seem to cause great pain and effect us deeply, but maybe with deeper understanding along with insight and reflection we can see that these times, "these shots" we are being immunized to future pain and hardship. Maybe the situations that we are facing are not as huge as we think or feel they are, and there is a method and a force for good valid in an instance of pain. For your consideration.

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Ezra Jack Keats' "John Henry - An American Legend", as read by James Earl Jones (1975) youtube.com/watch?v=lHCno…
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Claymation movie of The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats [2:13] youtube.com/watch?v=jdJ-q…
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'The Snowy Day' by Ezra Jack Keats. Breaking Color Barriers, Quietly npr.org/2012/01/28/145052…
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I found this video of Jack singing Budapest by George Ezra v.redd.it/nm4960vgaef71
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Hondo Ohnaka vs Jack Sparrow (Star Wars vs Pirates of the Caribbean): Goofy & drunken, yet suave & surprisingly competent pirate captains. Despite their known untrustworthiness, they have a soft spot for helping a young noble hero (Ezra & Will Turner).
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Disney's Haunted Mansion: Ezra (Free Pumpkin Stencil - Pumpkin Pattern - Pumpkin Template - Jack-o-lantern stencil)
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Disney's Haunted Mansion: Ezra (Free Pumpkin Stencil - Pumpkin Pattern - Pumpkin Template - Jack-o-lantern stencil)
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Jack Antonoff starts podcast series interviewing artists from New Jersey. Episode 1 featuring Ezra Koenig from Vampire Weekend takethesadnessoutofsaturd…
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part one: ezra koenig and jack antonoff soundcloud.com/bleachers/…
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Heng Swee Keat met Heng Heng stall owner
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Jack Antonoff launches conversation series about New Jersey, recruits Ezra Koenig for first episode thelineofbestfit.com/news…
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Jack Antonoff launches conversation about NJ, recruits Ezra Koenig for 1st ep thelineofbestfit.com/news…
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[FO] This piece makes me miss the ambient summer evenings that passed while making it last year πŸŒ™πŸŒΊ A quote by vintage poet John Keats
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Vincent and Jones Keats

The text is translated from Russian, if you notice a mistake or something is unclear, please write to me *

Admit it, who reads mini-dialogs when meeting companions? In the meantime, they hide interesting stories and references.

So, for example, when choosing "Shadows of London," Vincent says, "Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies." If you choose John Keats' answer for 15 stamina, he answers, "I'm surprised you know who wrote 'Ode to a Nightingale.'

It's an incredible Ode, be sure to read it in its entirety. On the pic I will show you the very passage that is mentioned in the game.

https://preview.redd.it/axdvo6l46fc81.jpg?width=769&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=52d9c40d9ce7d3a53b9dce7733230ac46cb31e47

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[FRESH PODCAST] Ezra Koenig appears on Yeah But Still w Brandon Wardell and Jack Wagner "Episode 291: Certified Freaks" soundcloud.com/yeahbutsti…
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[PROMO] I made an illustrated website based on a poem called "Hyperion" by John Keats; it's freely available for viewing on my website at quatricise.com/hyperion (best viewed on desktop) reddit.com/gallery/se3su4
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[POEM] Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,

But being too happy in thine happinessβ€”

That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,

In some melodious plot

Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,

Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been

Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth,

Tasting of Flora and the country green,

Dance, and Provencal song, and sun burnt mirth!

O for a beaker full of the warm south,

Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,

With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,

And purple-stained mouth;

That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,

And with thee fade away into the forest dimβ€”

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget

What thou among the leaves hast never known,

The weariness, the fever, and the fret

Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;

Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,

Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;

Where but to think is to be full of sorrow

And leaden-eyed despairs,

Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,

Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,

Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,

But on the view less wings of Poesy,

Though the dull brain perplexes and retards.

Already with thee! tender is the night,

And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,

Clustered around by all her starry Fays;

But here there is no light,

Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown

Through verdurous gloom's and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,

Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,

But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet

Wherewith the seasonable month endows

The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;

White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;

Fast fading violets covered up in leaves;

And mid-May's eldest child,

The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,

The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Dark-ling I listen; and, for many a time

I have been half in love with easeful Death,

Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

To take into the air my quiet breath;

Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

To cease upon the midnight with no pain,

While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad

In such an ecstasy!

Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears

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[Poem] Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats
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Hyperion by Keats x CLIP v.redd.it/ul2e832te6y71
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[POEM] Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art - John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou artβ€”

     Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night 

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

     Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, 

The moving waters at their priestlike task

     Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, 

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

     Of snow upon the mountains and the moorsβ€” 

Noβ€”yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

     Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, 

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

     Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, 

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live everβ€”or else swoon to death.

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Astroworld Festival tragedy: 9-year-old Ezra Blount injured at Travis Scott concert dies from his injuries abc13.com/astroworld-fest…
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'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. .. John Keats
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[M] John Keats - Ode on a Grecian Urn

https://soundgasm.net/u/Stuball27/John-Keats-Ode-on-a-Grecian-Urn

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-on-a-grecian-urn/

Can't seem to figure out why my recordings are tilted slightly to your right ears no matter what I do. I hope lefty doesn't feel too left out.

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[POEM] La Belle Dame sans Merci BY JOHN KEATS

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads, Full beautifulβ€”a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew, And sure in language strange she saidβ€” β€˜I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot, And there she wept and sighed full sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep, And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!— The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They criedβ€”β€˜La Belle Dame sans Merci Thee hath in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gapΓ¨d wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing.

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A poem a wrote about leaving religion inspired by Keats. Can you tell me what you think?

Ode to faith

Kneel at the gleaming stoop of faiths pyre,

Hands clasped in reaching, yearning grace

Eyes lifted, piercing through muck and mire

For thou holy, glorious face

Where man can love, can live, can learn

Where sorrow’s yoke is lightened quite

Where mourning’s grip loosens its noose

Yet those who don’t agree will burn

And she may try with all her might

To hide that she has seen through the ruse

Not an owl of wisdom will seek the truth

He sits on his post in indescribable peace

Nor the dawns morning dew dry from its youth

Any sooner than its calmness needs

But is the owl's peace a mindless state? Separated from pain he’ll never know?

The morning's dew sits patiently, but will dry when the sun awakes.

Does the owl know that everything ends? Beauty and joy are so quickly lost.

The fear of eternal burning in that fiery place below

A man in perpetual torment makes

But still with hope that prodigal son draws near, and to faith he accosts

And when that weary, gasping breath is close

Our living hand clings to something kind

A friend will offer a card or a rose,

But we’ll yearn for something to ease the mind

So I will sit at this gleaming stoop of hope

Of things written and things undone

But my hands are soft and un-wanting, still

For mournings noose has loosened its rope

And if that shining kingdom comes

Like the owl, I’ll sit peacefully still

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