Comments on: The Writer's Almanac

The Writer's Almanac

MiguelCardoso — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 00:13:05 -0800

It's Always Some Poor Writer's Birthday: So thank you, I guess, good old Uncle Garrison, for remembering them on good old Minnesota Public Radio. A rather good bunch was born today, too: Nelson Algren [Party in Chicago on Saturday!], Gorky, Vargas Llosa, Russell Banks and Frederic "A Fan's Notes" Exley. [Literary types will inevitably want to play the good old "What do this motley crew have in common?" game. Cheating and false analogies actively encouraged, of course.] In fact, it's been a good week altogether. Be sure to go back to 2001 and 2002 for extra snippets. The notes, written by Keillor, are unassuming, interesting and admirably synthetic. There's also an excellent daily reading of a poem [Real Audio req.] and a running celebration of the calendar's most significant dates. I defy those who are put off by Keillor's sock-knitting, eggnog-sipping, home-on-the-range style not to grudgingly feel, amid the grrrr, an unwelcome twinge of gratitude.

By: y2karl

y2karl — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 00:23:50 -0800

I liked his reading of John Ciardi's Song tonight: The bells of Sunday rang us down And flowers were blowing across the town Through faucets of the sun turned on. For Mary's giggle and Martha's glance The bankrolls flashed from pants to pants, The Captain did a Highland dance. Oh, there were troops in every door, And liquor spilled on every floor, And when the sun became a bore We turned it off and hung a star, For we were beautiful and far And all the papers spoke of war. And all night long from window sills The Angels beckoned and the bills Of visors turned and made their kills. We burned like kisses on the night, And talented and drunk and bright We shed ourselves in colored light. Because the train was at the gate, And clocks were closing down the date, And all seas were running late.

By: y2karl

y2karl — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 00:25:10 -0800

also liked this: It's the birthday of Quentin Tarantino, born in Knoxville, Tennessee (1963). His mother was sixteen when he was born, and she took him to the movies regularly from the time he was a toddler. He saw a lot of films that were inappropriate for small children, but he didn't mind. When he got older, he got a job in a video store, and he spent most of his time sitting around watching movies with his co-workers and talking about what was wrong with them. He wrote a couple of screenplays, and then, in the time-honored Hollywood tradition, he met an actor who knew another actor who knew Harvey Keitel, and Keitel agreed to look at one of his scripts. He was impressed enough to volunteer to help Tarantino cast the film, and to act in it himself. Reservoir Dogs was a hit in both in the U.S. and in Europe, and his next film, Pulp Fiction, won the Palme d'Or at the Cannes Film Festival in 1994.

By: MiguelCardoso

MiguelCardoso — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 00:27:22 -0800

Here's a superb poetry companion-piece.[Old MeFi post.]

By: weston

weston — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 01:06:07 -0800

Writer's Almanac used to be a ritual for me, something I listened to daily as I drove down to University, late for class, listening to Garrison's wonderful reading and Rich Dworsky play "Give Me a Day".... it's funny how much I miss that.

By: MiguelCardoso

MiguelCardoso — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 01:10:02 -0800

And, since I'm at it, here's the charming, dependable but somewhat incomplete Born Today [and Died Today] website. Unreconstructed narcissists will enjoy finding out who else had the temerity and cheek of getting themselves born on their birthday. [I have to share with Johnny Hodges, Elias Canetti, Eric Hoffer, Thomas Eakins and Thurston Moore, btw.] ;)

By: emf

emf — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 02:48:08 -0800

Virginia Woolf lived through six major breakdowns before drowning herself, fearing another breakdown, in the River Ouse on March 28, 1941.

By: nofundy

nofundy — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 04:58:13 -0800

Thanks Miguel! I feel a welcome twinge of gratitude for your contribution and for Keillor doing his little part to bring civilization to an untamed people.

By: languagehat

languagehat — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 05:30:27 -0800

Here's a superb poetry companion-piece.[Old MeFi post.] Gee, when I saw that I thought maybe you were linking to this wonderful post of y2karl's. But no, I should have guessed it was one of yours. What was that about "Unreconstructed narcissists"? Ah well, even though I'm put off by your fuck-witting, port-sipping, home-on-the-Tagus style, I grudgingly feel, amid the grrrr, an unwelcome twinge of gratitude.

By: MiguelCardoso

MiguelCardoso — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 07:46:12 -0800

That is indeed the best poetry post on MeFi I know of, languagehat, not least due to your own contributions, even if I say so myself. I humbly linked to the other one because it includes a day-by-day calendar and so complements the Writer's Almanac rather well. May I take this opportunity to ~~cosh you over the conk with a sackful of hardened marrons glacés~~ thank you for your unstinting support. ;)

By: languagehat

languagehat — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 08:20:19 -0800

~~*clutches head in pain, stumbles into gutter*~~ De nada, camarada! *waves cheerily*

By: nofundy

nofundy — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 08:44:27 -0800

I, for one, welcome our new sock-knitting, eggnog-sipping, home-on-the-range style overlord.

By: PrinceValium

PrinceValium — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 08:55:55 -0800

Keillor's not all sock-knitting. Lest we forget he was the advice columnist Mr. Blue on Salon.com for a couple of years, advising young idealists to ditch the steady boy/girlfriend in small town America for a life of creative freedom in the big city. Conversely, every time I hear his horrid singing voice on A Prairie Home Companion, I want to reach through the radio and throttle him.

By: madamjujujive

madamjujujive — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 11:02:13 -0800

Wow, I missed Tennessee William's birthday on Wednesday - guess I will have to have a few mint juleps tonight in his honor. Oh, and Sean O'Casey's birthday was last Sunday. Guess that calls for a few pints of Guiness. I can see my "literary" tributes could get out of hand. Cool post, Miguel - thanks...that's a great link.

By: clavdivs

clavdivs — Fri, 28 Mar 2003 11:22:21 -0800

Nemerov is a fav of mine, before he died, a friend phoned him outta the blue for a paper on this very poem. 'The War in the Air'....late 90' i believe...none the less. "But stayed up there in the relative wind Shades fading in the mind" My uncle read this and said this is mainly true. for example, he was shot down over germany, when he bailed, he counted chutes, thats what one did. He remembered the quiet after the chute deployed. almost serene. But he knew the pilot was still in the plane. (they lost an engine, alot of rutter control and made for Sweden but to no avail) He watched the plane pitching, on fire, tracers of 20mm flak rising from the earth. The distant crash...The shades. Of course the living think of other things when they hit the ground. regrouping, evasion, and when the farmer mobs come...the shame of surrender. this is something that does not fade from the mind. and i see Nelson Algren has a birthday. i loved the movie "aaahhh gez Franckie, why ya suore witme"