Keillor & Company with Prudence Johnson and Dan Chouinard bring their show to Frankfort, KY for a performance of classic love songs, poetry, The News from Lake Wobegon, and a conversation about Why You Should Go On Getting Older
Keillor & Company with Prudence Johnson and Dan Chouinard bring their show to Maryville, TN for a performance of classic love songs, poetry, The News from Lake Wobegon, and a conversation about Why You Should Go On Getting Older
Keillor & Company with Prudence Johnson and Dan Chouinard bring their show to Iola, KS for a performance of classic love songs, poetry, The News from Lake Wobegon, and a conversation about Why You Should Go On Getting Older
Garrison Keillor brings his solo show to Torrance, CA. Be prepared to laugh and sing along as you celebrate all that unites us.
Fort Lauderdale, FL
Keillor & Company with Prudence Johnson and Dan Chouinard bring their show to Fort Lauderdale, FL for a performance of classic love songs, poetry, The News from Lake Wobegon, and a conversation about Why You Should Go On Getting Older
by Kim Stafford
After they furnished us mortality estimates
on a sheet to post in the hall, after they sealed
the doors, after they counted our days of water—
by megaphone from outside the perimeter—after
they locked the gate, and then drove away, after our
desperate questions had exhausted all our tears, after we
looked at each other, first with suspicion of contagion,
then with curiosity, and then with love, someone
found a guitar, remembered a song, and we all
got in a line, laughing arm in arm, and danced.
Kim Stafford, “Advice from a Raindrop” from Singer Come From Afar. Copyright © 2021 by Kim Stafford. Used with permission of The Permissions Company, LLC, on behalf of Red Hen Press, www. redhen.org (buy now)
It’s the birthday of novelist and memoirist Maxine Hong Kingston (books by this author), born Maxine Hong in Stockton, California (1940). Her parents were Chinese immigrants who started a laundromat when they came to America. As a little girl Kingston worked long hours helping wash the clothes with the rest of the family. Her first language was Chinese, and when she started school she flunked out of kindergarten because she refused to speak.
Growing up she loved listening to her parents tell stories about her ancestors and she noticed that the stories changed with each telling because they were part truth and part fiction. After studying at the University of California at Berkeley she decided that she wanted to write a book about her family and she used the same mix of fact and imagination, telling the same stories from multiple angles.
That book was Woman Warrior: Memoirs of a Girlhood among Ghosts (1976) which helped inspire a whole generation of Asian-American writers. It begins, “‘You must not tell anyone,’ my mother said, ‘what I am about to tell you.'”
It’s the birthday of poet Sylvia Plath (books by this author), born in Boston (1932). She was an excellent student and she went to Smith College with the help of a scholarship endowed by the writer Olive Higgins Prouty. One summer during college, she was chosen to be a guest editor for Mademoiselle magazine. She was only 20 years old and she had already been published in Seventeen, Mademoiselle, The Christian Science Monitor, and other newspapers. Her summer started off well. She went to lots of parties and discovered that she loved vodka. But she was having trouble writing poetry and short stories and she worried that she was a failure as a writer. Then she got notice that she had not been accepted for an advanced creative writing course at Harvard, taught by the writer Frank O’Connor. She was so depressed that she attempted suicide. Her benefactress, Olive Prouty, paid for her stay in a mental hospital and psychiatric care.
Plath returned to Smith and graduated with highest honors in 1955. She won a Fulbright scholarship to study at Cambridge University and there she met and married the poet Ted Hughes. In 1960 she gave birth to a daughter and published The Colossus, the only book of her poems to be published during her lifetime. It got minor reviews in various British publications. In 1961 she was excited to find an American publisher; she wrote, “After all the fiddlings and discouragements from the little publishers, it is an immense joy to have what I consider THE publisher accept my book for America with such enthusiasm. They ‘sincerely doubt a better first volume will be published this year.'” And on the date of its publication in 1962 Plath wrote to her mother: “My book officially comes out in America today. Do clip and send any reviews you see, however bad. Criticism encourages me as much as praise.” But The Colossus was even less noticed in America than in England; there were only a handful of reviews, many of them just a paragraph long.
Plath decided to write a novel based on her experience during the summer when she worked at Mademoiselle. She referred to the novel as “a pot-boiler” to family and friends, but she had high hopes for it. She won a fellowship to work on the novel and the fellowship was connected to the publishers Harper and Row; but once she finished it the editors there rejected it — they thought it was overwritten and immature. The Bell Jar was published in England in January of 1961 under a pseudonym, Victoria Lucas. It got good reviews, but not great. A month later Plath committed suicide.
Many people learned about Plath only after her death reading her poems in obituaries and news stories. In the next couple of years her poems appeared regularly in magazines like The New Yorker and The Atlantic Monthly. In 1965 a collection of poems called Ariel was published posthumously, and received major reviews in all the big papers and magazines. In Britain Ariel sold 15,000 copies in its first 10 months and Plath’s popularity continued to rise. The Bell Jar was finally published in the United States and stayed on the New York Times best-seller list for six months.
Sylvia Plath wrote, “Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
It’s the birthday of Zadie Smith (books by this author), born Sadie Smith in London in 1975. She grew up in a working-class suburb with her Jamaican mother and English father. She wanted to be a tap dancer but she decided she wasn’t skinny enough; then she wanted to be a jazz singer but she decided she wasn’t as good as Aretha Franklin. She said, “Slowly but surely the pen became mightier than the double pick-up timestep with shuffle.” So she went back to writing, which she’d always liked anyway. She says she was a badly behaved teenager but she managed to get into Cambridge. She worked hard on writing fiction in college, and one short story got too long to be a short story, but she didn’t like novellas, so she just kept writing and writing and eventually she wrote White Teeth (2001).
She said, “I express myself with my friends and my family. Novels are not about expressing yourself, they’re about something beautiful, funny, clever and organic. Self-expression? Go and ring a bell in the yard if you want to express yourself.”
It’s the birthday of Dylan Thomas (books by this author), born in 1914 in Swansea, Wales. He wrote poems and he wrote short stories and scripts for film and radio which he often read aloud himself. People loved his deep voice with its Welsh accent.
Dylan Thomas left school at age 16 to work for the local newspaper then moved to London and published his first book of poems when he was 20, a book called 18 Poems (1934). He had been sick a lot as a child and he was exempted from active duty in the army so instead he served in World War II by writing scripts for the government. But he didn’t like the fact that all his friends were leaving to fight while he was stuck in London so he started drinking heavily and writing even more. He wrote, he published, he went on book tours. He traveled through America reading his work, and he helped popularize poetry readings. People flocked to see Dylan Thomas, to hear his voice — he was extremely theatrical and often drunk. He died from complications of alcoholism on a book tour at age 39 but he had already written many books, books of poetry, short stories, and plays, including the poems Deaths and Entrances (1946), the short story collection The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog (1940), and the radio play Under Milk Wood which he helped perform in 1953 just before his death. His most famous poem is a villanelle, a type of poem which uses repeated lines in a certain formula, a poem written for his dying father called “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.”
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