The world turns, days get longer The days are definitely longer. I got a COVID shot last week and a guy in Georgia invited me to come do a show in the fall and one morning I asked my wife, “What’s in the news?” and she said, “Not much.” Things change, we move on, “lizard brain” is now in the Oxford English Dictionary and so is “amenitize” and “back-sass,” “bohunkus,” “code speak” (deliberately ambiguous), “cooked-up,” “jinx” (when two people say the same thing simultaneously), “pitchy” (meaning off-key), and “running around like a chicken with its head cut off,” and this is not the Omaha English Dictionary, this is O-X-F-O-R-D, this is men in medieval gowns and hoods with letters after their names such as DCL, DM, and DLitt and where “color” is spelled with a U.
The decapitated chicken was a common phrase in my childhood, and one we saw firsthand in the backyard when we killed chickens. Nobody in my family ever got frantic, there was no shouting, no hysteria. Once in a blue moon my mom might say, “You kids are driving me to a nervous breakdown,” but no breakdown followed. We were a quiet family; I don’t claim that this is virtuous but it certainly saves time.
I came to imagine that an impassioned temperament was a sign of artistic talent so I accepted being an ordinary workman, which suits me just fine. And I accept being a white male though I don’t consider it definitive, any more than “size-12 shoe” or “Minnesotan” or “man on blood thinner” is. I am not simply white, I’m of Scots-Yorkshire ancestry, a mournful people who thrive on cold and cloudiness. Precipitation cheers us up. In bright sunlight we shrivel up, put us in a cold fog and we bloom. We are comfortable with silence. We wave away compliments. We are good at suppressing feeling, our own and other people’s. Nonetheless, when the woman I love sits on my lap and puts her head against mine and says, “I need you,” I am moved, deeply. I don’t hurl brushfuls of paint at a canvas or compose a crashing sonata or write a long poem, unpunctuated, all lowercase, in poetic code speak and revolutionary syntax, but I am very moved. I wouldn’t say so if it weren’t true.
This is a benefit of the lockdown. Two persons isolated together in a small space, their contact with the larger world severely limited, either come to appreciate each other tenderly or they seek distant corners. I appreciate this one and like to lie in bed next to her and speak softly about whatever is on my mind, tell her secrets, and though she is reading a book, she hears me and responds. We used to have a bigger life and now it’s quite small and I feel content in it. She does the worrying and I, coming from the Cold Rain People, am happy to be warm and indoors.
Americans died at Normandy and Guadalcanal and Okinawa and the Battle of the Bulge to defeat the fascist racist white nationalists, and they didn’t intend to die but they accomplished good by their sacrifice, and we should be grateful. More of our people have died of COVID-19 than died in World War II, which is a tragedy, but if we the survivors gain from the pandemic a love of the simpler life and a tenderness for those in isolation with us, then this should be put in words.
The white nationalists who stormed the Capitol are fighting for the rights of the fearful to avenge themselves on society — if you suffer from violent hallucinations and carrying an AR-15 in the Piggly Wiggly gives you comfort, go right ahead — and we the quiet majority are drawing comfort from movies and books and cooking and Googling the OED. I could Google Little Richard and there he’d be, on YouTube, standing at the piano, banging out “Tutti Frutti.” I enjoy a little tutti-fruttism now and then but I abstain now because my wife is working the crossword. She reads a clue to me: “the ----- is wider than the sky: Emily Dickinson” and I say “Brain” and this impresses her. I also spell Samuel Pepys’s last name for her.
It is a small transaction. I majored in English in college and here I’ve put my education to some use. But in the pandemic lockdown, it feels important. It makes me happy. I wish there were more words for domestic happiness. We have plenty of words for deliberate ambiguity; we need words for the silent comfort of being in one room with the one you love. |
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This week on A Prairie Home Companion This week, we travel back to January 1999 for a show from The Fitzgerald Theater in St. Paul, MN with Poet Naomi Shihab-Nye, cajun band BeauSoleil avec Michael Doucet, and The Hopeful Gospel Quartet. It's a great show with words about Rhubarb and Duct Tape, Guy Noir, a bad babysitter, plus 'I'm On My Way' and 'Done Found my Lost Sheep' from the Hopefuls featuring Garrison, Kate MacKenzie and Robin & Linda Williams, plus 'One Happy Step' from BeauSoleil, a poem or two from Naomi Shihab-Nye and of course the latest News from Lake Wobegon.
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Billy Collins How many of you love Billy Collins? Billy has said that if it weren't for The Writer's Almanac and its mission to celebrate poetry, he would be doing readings in church basements (we doubt that very much). He is a good friend of the program and we look forward to bringing you some of his new poetry this year! If you'd like to subscribe to The Writer's Almanac and receive outstanding poetry every morning, scroll down to the bottom of this email and click "update your preferences."
Billy Collins on Writing:
TWA: Do you have a certain place you write, a favorite desk? Does it face a window or wall? What time of day do you like to write? Do you prefer silence or some sort of ambient noise as you concentrate?
BC: I write anywhere. I don’t require a scented candle or a favorite cardigan. I can write on a train or in Yankee stadium. When it comes, it comes. Of course, I can enjoy a long train ride and extra innings in the Bronx without writing a thing. Read the full poet interview >>>
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Billy Collins on Living with Limericks:
"Leave it to Garrison Keillor, America's favorite storyteller, to smuggle into a seemingly innocent collection of limericks the story of his life. Mixed in with his fascination with one of the oldest (yet least respected) poetic forms is a straightforward, unabashed autobiography. Lift the mask off the man from Nantucket, and there's the author himself ... from Minnesota! The result is an inventive pastiche, which entertains, charms, reveals, then entertains some more." Get Living with Limericks >>> |
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A Note About Production of Our CDs As sales of vinyl have set records this year with collectors snapping up vinyl versions of their favorite recordings, the streaming business and downloadable books/music have wreaked havoc on sales of CDs. We have been notified by Garrison's CD publisher that they are a downloadable/streaming business and will no longer be supporting CD sales. We have been ordering a lot of stock and taking on inventory in order to facilitate CD sales. But know that going forward, it will be difficult to do so as product goes out of stock on certain titles. We will do our best to locate and acquire CDs and even investigate other duplicating options, but we wanted to give everyone a heads-up. If you love a certain release, get the CD now or you may have to find a way to download it in the future. |
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| A catalog of categorically fun-packed songs! Garrison Keillor joins opera superstar Frederica von Stade for 16 tunes celebrating one of Garrison's favorite subjects, cats. Feel-good feline tracks include "Eine Kleine Kat," "Cat, You Better Come Home," and the fan favorite and public radio classic "The In and Out Song." You'll be catatonic with laughter. 60 minutes. Get the CD >>> |
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Welcome to the land of Lutherans, where people drive Fords, wear cardigans, go to church at Third Lutheran (which used to be called First Lutheran, but Lutherans are more comfortable with being Third), drink a lot of coffee, serve chow mein noodles on tuna hot dish, work hard, and don’t make a fuss.
Church People is a collection of Lutheran-themed songs, stories, and sketches from live episodes of A Prairie Home Companion. Don't forget to read Garrison's thoughts on "singing with the Lutherans" above! Listen to a sample >>>
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