Happy 138th birthday to A.A. Milne!
POOH: The election was stolen from us, by which I mean that they counted all of the votes, when if they had only counted some of them, we would have one, and oh bother, that didn’t come out the way I intended, by which I mean that it is what I meant but not what I wanted you to hear, but if we all throw a big enough tantrum, then maybe they might just let us win?
OWL’S SIGN: I can spel 2sday!
Happy Solstice, everyone!
Happy birthday to Emily Dickinson, who is 190 today!
Also, happy Chanukah.
KIM (counselor): Poetry Crisis Line, what is your emergency?
EMILY DICKINSON (caller): There’s a certain slant of light
KIM: Is it in your eyes?
DICKINSON: Winter afternoons—
KIM: So how is it a problem?
DICKINSON: That oppresses
DICKINSON: like the heft of cathedral tunes.
KIM: That sounds heavy.
Rest in peace, Diane di Prima (1934-2020), who passed while we were distracted by the election.
NEF (counselor): Poetry Crisis Line, what is your emergency?
DIANE DI PRIMA (caller): My friend wears my scarf at his waist.
NEF: Is your neck cold?
DI PRIMA: I give him moonstones.
NEF: Did he give your scarf back?
DI PRIMA: He gives me shell & seaweeds.
NEF: That’s no good. If they’re dry enough to keep you warm, they’ll be too brittle to wear.
Read “An Exercise in Love” by Diane di Prima here.
The Poetry Crisis Line celebrates Rosa Parks, who would have been 107 today.