A pop star turned 46.
Happy birthday to Alanis Morissette.
Happy birthday to Theodore Roethke, who would have turned 112 on Monday, had it not been Memorial Day. Uh, I mean, had it not been for his untimely death in 1963. Except that, you know, a timely death would have caught up with him by now.
Poets answer an age-old question
Why did the chicken cross the road?
I cross the road, but take the crossing slow,
But don’t ask why—for now I do not know.
(I learn by going where I have to go.)
If all poems were limericks:
“The Man He Killed” by Thomas Hardy
Had he and I met by an inn,
we might have drunk whiskey and gin.
I shot him instead
and now that he’s dead
I wonder what else might have been.
The Poetry Crisis Line continues to rob the cradle. Happy 332nd birthday to Alexander Pope.
Happy birthday to Omar Khayyam, who is 972 today!
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So…I don’t boast about it much, but posting the Poetry Crisis Line twice a week requires an encyclopedic knowledge of poetry. Or an Internet connection. I have one of these things.
Apparently, though, I sometimes forget which one. So when I found out May 11 was Salvador Dalí’s 116th birthday and Irving Berlin’s 132nd, I figured I’d honor both of them, and I sketched out a 4-page script before finding out that the lyricist for The Wizard of Oz was Harold Arlen.