St. Michael, MN
GARRISON KEILLOR and some friends from Prairie Home Poetry, Stories, and Classic Duets Featuring: Prudence Johnson Bob Douglas and Adam Granger Dan Chouinard, music director CHANGE: JULY 4, 2021, 4:00 PM Le Musique Music Room 4300 O’Day Ave. NE, St. Michael, MN 55376 $42/$15 Due to the extreme heat, we have moved this concert […]
GARRISON KEILLOR and some friends from Prairie Home Poetry, Stories, and Classic Duets Featuring: Prudence Johnson Bob Douglas and Adam Granger Dan Chouinard, music director July 2, 2021, 7:30 PM BIG TOP CHAUTAUQUA, BAYFIELD, WI Reserved $60/$52/$42 SOLD OUT Live Stream available (only 7/2 7:30PM) The Lake Superior Big Top Chautauqua is a 900-seat […]
Just Added: Stillwater, MN 6-29
GARRISON KEILLOR and some friends from Prairie Home Poetry, Stories, and Classic Duets Featuring: Prudence Johnson Bob Douglas and Adam Granger Dan Chouinard, music director JUST ADDED June 29, 2021, 5:30 PM – 8:30 PM THE AVALON, STILLWATER, MN St. Croix Boat & Packet Co., 525 Main Street South, Stillwater, MN 55082 DINNER, CRUISE, […]
Las Vegas, NV
May 20, 2020
Garrison Keillor hits Las Vegas with a new solo show!
Song of My Cell Phone
by Lynn Levin
I have seen the best minds of my generation
clunking into buildings and strolling into traffic
wandering the streets looking for an angry fix—
more likes, more followers, better-looking faces on the dating apps.
Called away. I am always called away:
whatever is not in my presence
more filled with hope and promise
than what is in my presence.
Guilty, I have lain with my beloved
unable to resist the beep and brrring
the breaking news, the time and temperature.
In which destructive element should I immerse?
There are so many destructive elements—
the one beneath my feet
which is plenty destructive
and then all the other destructive elements
alive in the realm of code.
Who today memorizes a phone number
reads a map, or calculates a tip in their head?
I have lost those skills
because my smart phone has made me a moron
and I now depend on my brain extension device
for just about everything.
Friends, I burst into your day calling, texting:
How are you? How is your health?
What did you eat for breakfast?
I sing the life electronic.
Those I love engirth me with their emails
and I engirth them with my emails.
Yet I miss the corded phones of yesteryear
with their clear reception and multiple extensions.
And where have all the pay phones gone
that stood on street corners—
yours for a dime, then a quarter, then a lot more money?
So great for making anonymous phone calls.
I picture the orbiting angels miles above Earth
sending me signals, watching over me.
Maybe watching me too much.
O Phone, what is the soul but this eternal life
in the Cloud from which nothing vanishes
not even my most embarrassing photos and confessions
or misaddressed text messages
or overly emotional explosions that seemed
so pithy at the time?
O Reader, should you find these lines on a cell phone
I celebrate our connection and sing our connection.
If you are the cell phone
I hope that you will not be cross with me
or, if you are, forgive me with all your speed.
“Song of My Cell Phone” by Lynn Levin from The Minor Virtues. Ragged Sky Press © 2020. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)
It’s the birthday of the woman who wrote Black Beauty (1877), Anna Sewell (books by this author), born in Yarmouth, England (1820). When she was 14 years old, she fell while running and injured her ankles so badly that she had trouble walking for the rest of her life. She became dependent on horses for transportation, and drove her father to and from work every day on the family’s horse-drawn carriage.
She didn’t start writing Black Beauty until the final years of her life, when she was confined to her house because of her ankle injuries. Black Beauty is subtitled “The autobiography of a horse, Translated from the original equine.” It’s narrated by the horse himself, who was based on one of the horses Anna grew up with. The novel is full of detailed passages about how to care for horses, and it was largely thanks to Sewell that several laws against the mistreatment of horses were established in England.
It’s the birthday of the Irish playwright Sean O’Casey (books by this author), born John Casey in Dublin (1880). Though he was born into a middle-class family, he was the first Irish playwright to feature the lives of the working class. He wrote three classic plays about lower-class Dublin families during times of revolution and violence in Ireland: The Shadow of a Gunman (1923), Juno and the Paycock (1924), and The Plough and the Stars (1926).
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