O Best of All Nights, Return and Return Again
by James Laughlin

How she let her long hair down over her shoulders, making a
love cave around her face. Return and return again.
How when the lamplight was lowered she pressed against
him, twining her fingers in his. Return and return again.
How their legs swam together like dolphins and their toes
played like little tunnies. Return and return again.
How she sat beside him cross-legged, telling him stories of
her childhood. Return and return again.
How she closed her eyes when his were open, how they
breathed together, breathing each other. Return and return again.
How they fell into slumber, their bodies curled together like
two spoons. Return and return again.
How they went together to Otherwhere, the fairest land they
had ever seen. Return and return again.
O best of all nights, return and return again.


"O Best of All Nights, Return and Return Again" by James Laughlin, from Poems New and Selected. © New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1996. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

It's the birthday of mystery novelist Sue Grafton (books by this author), born in Louisville, Kentucky (1940). Grafton went to college at the University of Louisville. She thought about becoming a lawyer, but her father was an attorney and he told her not to go to law school — that it was too boring. She was married at age 18, divorced, and married again a few years later. She started her career by writing screenplays until her agent told her that she was good at writing character but not at plot. So she decided to focus all her energy on writing plots, and mystery novels seemed like a good outlet for that.

One day, she was reading through Edward Gorey's illustrated book The Gashlycrumb Tinies, about children dying in bizarre ways. It begins: "A is for Amy who fell down the stairs. B is for Basil assaulted by bears. C is for Clara who wasted away. D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh." Grafton decided that this was her hook, and in 1982 she published "A" is for Alibi. She followed it up with "B" is for Burglar (1985), "C" is for Corpse (1986), "D" is for Deadbeat (1987), and on down the line. The star of her novels is a tough-talking private investigator named Kinsey Millhone, who loves fast food, always carries a gun, and distrusts intimate relationships. Grafton said, "I am Kinsey Millhone. But she is my unlived life. I got married for the first time when I was 18 [...] so, she is the adventures I've never had."

Grafton died in 2017 and didn’t finish the series. The final book is “Y” is for Yesterday published the same year.

It's the birthday of novelist and poet Robert Penn Warren (books by this author), born in Guthrie, Kentucky (1905). His parents' house was full of books, and so was his grandfather's run-down tobacco farm where young Warren spent his summers. His grandfather quoted classical poetry while he tended his vegetable and flower gardens. He sat with his grandson under a cedar tree on the farm and told him stories of fighting in the Confederate army and drew pictures of the battles in the dirt.

Warren was just 16 years old when he enrolled in Vanderbilt University where his roommate was the poet Allen Tate. Warren and Tate, along with one of their professors, John Crowe Ransom, and a handful of other writers, became known as the Fugitives. Warren said:

"That group was my education. I knew individual writers, poems, and books through them. I was exposed to the liveliness and range of the talk and the wrangle of argument. I heard the talk about techniques, but techniques regarded as means of expression. But most of all I got the feeling that poetry was a vital activity, that it related to ideas and to life. I came into the group rather late. I was timid and reverential, I guess. And I damned well should have been."

In 1934, 29-year-old Warren accepted a teaching position at Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge. A year later Louisiana's populist governor Huey P. Long was assassinated. Long had been a popular and effective governor who ran on the slogan "Every Man a King," but many people felt that he was a dictator who would do anything to make sure he got his way. The year after Long's assassination, Warren began working on a play in verse called Proud Flesh, whose main character was a corrupt and charismatic Southern politician named Willie Talos — he got the name from Talus, the violent and unstoppable "iron man" in Edmund Spenser's Faerie Queen. Warren rewrote his play as a novel, and 10 years later he published All the King's Men (1946). It was a best-seller and won the Pulitzer Prize for fiction. In the novel the politician's name is changed to Willie Stark. Warren said:

"For better or worse, Willie Stark was not Huey Long. Willie was only himself, whatever that self turned out to be, a shadowy wraith or a blundering human being. [...] The book was never intended to be a book about politics. Politics merely provided the framework story in which the deeper concerns, whatever their final significance, might work themselves out."

Warren continued to write poetry and novels, including World Enough and Time (1950), Wilderness (1961), and Promises: Poems 1954-1956 (1957). He went on to win the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1958 and 1979, and he was the nation's first poet laureate.

He said, "Historical sense and poetic sense should not, in the end, be contradictory, for if poetry is the little myth we make, history is the big myth we live, and in our living, constantly remake."

On this day in 1916, the Easter Rising began in Dublin with the aim of ending British rule and creating the Irish Republic. It came to be known as the Poets' Rebellion because many of its leaders were poets, teachers, or men of letters. Schoolteacher Patrick Pearse and Socialist leader James Connolly called for supporters of the Republic to gather at Dublin's General Post Office on Easter Monday, bearing whatever weapons they could find. Members of the Irish Volunteers and the Irish Citizen Army, about 1,200 in number, turned out, but most citizens of Dublin were unprepared for, some even unaware of, the uprising.

The uprising itself was, by many conventional measures, a failure: Poorly planned and lacking solid support, it was quashed after a week, and its leaders hastily executed for treason. But as George Bernard Shaw wrote in The New York Times the following month:

"It is absolutely impossible to slaughter a man in this position without making him a martyr and a hero, even though the day before the rising he may have been only a minor poet. ... The military authorities and the British Government must have known they were canonizing their prisoners."

Outrage over the executions resulted in a wave of nationalism among the Irish, many of whom had previously been ambivalent about an Irish Republic, and galvanized the movement. The Republic of Ireland achieved independence from Great Britain five years later.

Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.^®

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