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Radio address for March 2, 2009, in which hammer-swinging and lumber-fumbling are happily put on hold due to fresh snow. I form a new exclusive association based on a silly battle cry. Notion-planting is examined, and ending notes are struck on a bell, the moon, and a star.
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Radio address for Feb 11, 2009. Some kinds of honey are a little too authentic, even for me. The poem is The Lake Isle of Innisfree by Yeats. Sweet sounds from common containers.
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Radio address for Feb 7, 2009, containing an impression of January that is fine, lasting, and hard to convey; some poetry; and a small dose of tired but devoted thought.
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Yesterday…I went into the room across the hall at eight o’clock in the morning. Dave was already up, huffing around in place and laughing. Peter was still in bed, but his bare arm and open hand snaked out from under the covers, and his plaintive voice: “Would you please hand me a bowl of Special K?”
My goodness, the poem on yesterday’s Writer’s Almanac was morbid, but powerful. When we get to heaven, will we remember pain? Looking back can be helpful – if I was to try and preserve the pain of this life for remembrance in the painless hereafter, I would bring this poem with me to heaven. “One day, you’ll see. These stings / Are nothing. Nothing at all.” – in another sense, this is more true than perhaps even the author guessed.