The Writer's Almanac
Each day, Garrison Keillor reads a poem and relates stories of significant events touching literary history.
Tell me, how do the manufacturers of tools turn a profit? I have used the same clawed hammer for forty years. The screwdriver misted with rust once slipped into my young hand, a new householder’s. Obliviously, tools wait to be used: the pliers, notched mouth agape like a cartoon shark’s; the wrench with its jaws... Read more »
Certain moments will never change, nor stop being— My mother’s face all smiles, all wrinkles soon; The rock wall building, built, collapsed then, fallen; Our upright loosening downward slowly out of tune— All fixed into place now, all rhyming with each other. That red-haired girl with wide mouth—Eleanor— Forgotten thirty years—her freckled shoulders, hands. The... Read more »
When I awoke on the morning of my two hundredth birthday, I expected to be consulted by supplicants like the Sibyl at Cumae. I could tell them something. Instead, it was the usual thing: dried grapefruit for breakfast, Mozart all morning, interrupted by bees’ wings, and making love with a woman one hundred and eighty-one... Read more »
Who knew that the sweetest pleasure of my fifty-eighth year would turn out to be my friendship with the dog? That his trembling, bowlegged bliss at seeing me stand there with the leash would give me a feeling I had sought throughout my life? Now I understand those old ladies walking their Chihuahuas in the... Read more »
Say that it is the continuous life you desire, that one day might stretch into the next without a seam, without seeming to move one minute away from the past or that in passing through whatever comes you keep coming to the faces you love, never leaving them entirely behind. Say that it is simply... Read more »
1 The earth is the Lord’s, and the fullness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. 2 For he hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods. 3 Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? or who shall stand in his holy place? 4 He that hath clean... Read more »