THE BARD ENDED HIS DREAMS HEREBYE WITH HIS UNFORGETTABLE STANZA:
"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."
AND IN OUR ERA THE "STUFF" THAT ROUNDS AND DREAMS US CHANGES AND ADDS A SIMPLER PHRASE FROM KURT VONNEGUT'S: "SO IT GOES...." A NEATER, QUICKER DISSOLUTION IN HIS "SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE.".
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.® ONLY GOES SO FAR, TOO....TK
Thanks again, Garrison, for including the original audio. I listen first, then follow up by reading to get the extra details. Always enjoyable and informative.
I've been reading TWA for decades and loving it! And am SO grateful to Garrison Keillor for all of it. Even the NYTimes has discontinued its Sunday magazine poetry, with accompanying perfect line drawings.
My mother had two older brothers and one sister, who were their own world of story telling. Raised in Waukegan, Ill. (as was Jack Benny...) they memorized poetry, read endlessly, made up their own
kingdom peopled by Ampatrampa and Ancantrana, King and Queen of the Malyaegers and
Skokie Alturas, the Monster of the Kingdom and ETC. Aforementioned Skokie would swallow my
mother whole, or at least, there was that ever present threat. Point being, I'm ripe for poetry, story
telling and history! Please keep those cards and letters coming!!!
THE BARD ENDED HIS DREAMS HEREBYE WITH HIS UNFORGETTABLE STANZA:
"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."
AND IN OUR ERA THE "STUFF" THAT ROUNDS AND DREAMS US CHANGES AND ADDS A SIMPLER PHRASE FROM KURT VONNEGUT'S: "SO IT GOES...." A NEATER, QUICKER DISSOLUTION IN HIS "SLAUGHTERHOUSE FIVE.".
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.® ONLY GOES SO FAR, TOO....TK
Thanks again, Garrison, for including the original audio. I listen first, then follow up by reading to get the extra details. Always enjoyable and informative.
You said a pen-full.
Vladimir Nabokov’s birthday was yesterday, April 22
I've been reading TWA for decades and loving it! And am SO grateful to Garrison Keillor for all of it. Even the NYTimes has discontinued its Sunday magazine poetry, with accompanying perfect line drawings.
My mother had two older brothers and one sister, who were their own world of story telling. Raised in Waukegan, Ill. (as was Jack Benny...) they memorized poetry, read endlessly, made up their own
kingdom peopled by Ampatrampa and Ancantrana, King and Queen of the Malyaegers and
Skokie Alturas, the Monster of the Kingdom and ETC. Aforementioned Skokie would swallow my
mother whole, or at least, there was that ever present threat. Point being, I'm ripe for poetry, story
telling and history! Please keep those cards and letters coming!!!
With thanks,
Althea M Brimm