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When I was 16, Helen Fleischman assigned me to memorize Shakespeare's Sonnet No. 29, When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state' for English class, and fifty years later, that poem is still in my head. Algebra got washed away, and geometry and most of biology, but those lines about the redemptive power of love in the face of shame are still here behind my eyeballs, more permanent than my own teeth. The sonnet is a durable good. These 77 of mine include sonnets of praise, some erotic, some lamentations, some street sonnets and a 12-sonnet cycle of months. If anything here offends, I beg your pardon. I come in peace, I depart in gratitude. Garrison Keillor.… (meer)
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NOVEMBER
How is your bookstore doing? people ask, and I say, “Holding its own.” And they smile and say, Great. A bookstore is like an old father. If he has a nice day, Goes for a walk: fine. It’s enough to perambulate, No need to run a six-minute mile. A bookstore is for people who love books and need To touch them, open them, browse for a while, And find some common good – that’s why we read. Readers and writers are two sides of the same gold coin. You write and I read and in that moment I find A union more perfect than any club I could join: The simple intimacy of being one mind. Here in a book-filled sun-lit room below the street, Strangers – some living, some dead – are hoping to meet.
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THE BEACH
This morning she awoke my dear lover on the bed on her back buck naked and I crept under the cotton sky and over a hill with tufts of sea grass and snaked myself into a ravine and there found a delicate creature trembling with sensation a pink anemone that I touched and (whoa) the sound of a soprano singing Italian German and Croatian simultaneously and so I put my tongue to it and tasted caviar and Cabernet and from above was softly sung a Puccini aria by Billy Holiday so prettily and then a shudder and a sigh and we lay quietly the opera star and I
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When I was 16, Helen Fleischman assigned me to memorize Shakespeare's Sonnet No. 29, When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state' for English class, and fifty years later, that poem is still in my head. Algebra got washed away, and geometry and most of biology, but those lines about the redemptive power of love in the face of shame are still here behind my eyeballs, more permanent than my own teeth. The sonnet is a durable good. These 77 of mine include sonnets of praise, some erotic, some lamentations, some street sonnets and a 12-sonnet cycle of months. If anything here offends, I beg your pardon. I come in peace, I depart in gratitude. Garrison Keillor.
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