The Writer's Almanac
Each day, Garrison Keillor reads a poem and relates stories of significant events touching literary history.
On the island where I was a child nearly everyone was retired, their fortunes already made. Death was around them the way water was around our streets. They taught me how to go fishing without catching fish; the tide’s breath was marked in notebooks they kept beneath their pillows. One old lady fed me chocolates... Read more »
In police procedurals they are dying all over town, the life ripped out of them, by gun, bumper, knife, hammer, dope, etcetera, and no clues at all. All through the book the calls come in: body found in bed, car, street, lake, park, garage, library, and someone goes out to look and write it down.... Read more »
We walked between the ponds at World’s Fair Park the first night we knew something definite had hold of us, conversations reaching not much beyond favorite bands, least favorite jobs. We had not held hands. Nothing existed of our daughter, not yet a nameless dream, or the years we chased snakes out of the baseboards... Read more »
Remember the summer you read Proust? In the hammock tied to the apple trees your daughters climbed, their shadows merging with the shadows of the leaves spilling onto those long arduous sentences, all afternoon and into the evening—robins, jays, the distant dog, the occasional swaying, the way the hours rocked back and forth, that gigantic... Read more »
I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty... Read more »
Now I understand that there are two melodies playing, one below the other, one easier to hear, the other lower, steady, perhaps more faithful for being less heard yet always present. When all other things seem lively and real, this one fades. Yet the notes of it touch as gently as fingertips, as the sound... Read more »