On April 4, 1968, my brother R. was born, my uncle set off for Texas in his white Ford Mustang convertible from where he would be deployed to Viet Nam, and Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated.
On Wednesday of this week (tomorrow) at two minutes and three seconds past 1 a.m., the time and date will be:
01:02:03 04/05/06
although, the ever multicultural p. has pointed out (alum listserv)
If we were to celebrate using GMT it would be more proper to celebrate on the fourth of May at 01:02:03 that is 01:02:03 04/May/06 aka 04/05/06
multi-culturally yours,
P
The poem of the day, from the Academy of American Poets, is this:
One-Word Poem
by David R. SlavittMotherless.
Unlike the other three poems of the days before it, this one came with a heady, long list of “discussion questions.” Were they (who? “the academy”?) afraid that readers might not feel they had gotten their money’s worth with the poem? Why could it not have been let to stand alone?) Anyhow. My favorite question of the bunch was #9. Which, actually, is more than one question, so I should say specifically the last question of the item. Number 9 in its entirety:
You can almost certainly write—or “writeâ€â€”a one-word poem. But it would be difficult for you to get it published—almost certainly more difficult now that this one has been published and staked its claim. Is the publication of a poem a part of the creative act? Had the poet written his poem and put it away in his desk drawer as Emily Dickinson used to do, would this make it a different poem?[my emphasis]
The World’s Healthiest Food’s food of the week is — a member of the lily family! — asparagus.
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