Yesterday I texted my son a Philip Larkin poem. Today I texted him a Ross Gay poem and said “this could be a reply to the last poem.” He wrote back: “I feel like this new poem is a tad less bleak.”
Six weeks ago, the last public mailbox in our town was run over by an Amazon delivery truck. Still waiting for the U.S. Postal Service to install a replacement
Things are very slow in Europe,
Oh, Disarmament’s a bore!
I’m embarrassed, sir, to say this,
But we sure could use a war!
Speaking economically:
When the hanmers aren’t hammering,
It’s financial Götterdämmerung!
—from “1934,” the song that opens ANNIE 2: MISS HANNIGAN’S REVENGE
Leather postcards got popular around 1903. Recipients would turn handfuls of ’em into pillowcases. The post office banned the cards in 1907—too unwieldy. The ban was later lifted (mailing one today costs ~$1.29) but our world has yet to see a revival of leather postcard mania
“I have no choice but to let the wild inhaling and exhaling of the godzzz push me relentlessly ahead, and to always surrender, come what may, to the divine and cosmic rhythm, on and on, to the break of dawn……boom bap boom ba boom bap.”
—Flea