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Once upon a time, Amazon Music met audiobooks, and listeners everywhere rejoiced. Oh yeah, because now they could listen to one audiobook title a month from an enormous library of popular audiobook titles, including Romantasy, Autobiographies, True Crime, and more. Suddenly, listeners didn't mind sitting in traffic or even missing their flight. Amazon Music Unlimited now includes Audible Download the Amazon Music app Now to start Listening Terms apply. Hey, it's major. Today's episode is hosted by our very own Micah Kielbaun. Hang tight and I'll be back on November 25th.
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I'm Micah Kielbaun and this is the Slow There were two things I had to do when taking up this host seat. The first thing was to talk about my love of pinball, because the writers in my life are adamant that I write about it. But honestly, part of why I love pinball is that it's pretty non literary. It's a deeply nerdy obsession. It's a game that invites you to perfect your technique, but always throws in some unpredictability. I play mostly on vintage machines and they're fluid beasts. The same machine at a different location is different based on its wear, based on how the operator has set it up, how responsive the flippers are, how much you can nudge the machine before it tilts, disqualifying your ball. Pinball is one of the LA communities I found myself in after finishing my undergrad. Or maybe more specifically, bars are where I often found myself at the time. But the regularity of hosting tournaments, of having something to do when lonely, of people that I knew how to find without a text or a call, was something that kept me going. It helped me feel like I'd actually finally grown up. After the pandemic, I gave living in New York City a shot. It put me through the wringer and I had a great time. But as my second winter set in, despite it being the first winter ever where the city wouldn't see any measurable snowfall, the place started to get to me. So I went looking for pinball. It's a national community, so I knew that here too I could find some like minded people at a tournament in the back of some bar, or at least people I could commune with over some loud bright box of wood, glass, plastic and metal. That's when I met Lauren. He was kind of a mystery. We had third degree mutual friends on the west coast and a lot to talk about, but when I did some fact checking, I couldn't make any connections because he had changed his name. Still, there was something familiar and comfortable about him. We would go to see movies at the IFC theater and eat noodles. Eventually we fought about something and stopped talking. I went back to LA and he went back to Detroit, but briefly. Lauren was the person I knew in New York who was the same kind of lost as me. There is a magic to how we find each other. When we need each other. It seems like our souls sort of orbit until they reach out. They land, they find ground, and we find a friend. Even if it's temporary. I think there's an indelible beauty in that. The second thing I had to bring you is today's poem. My favorite poem. It grounds me in the air, in the weightless feeling of a future that loves its own past. Poem by Frank O'Hara instant coffee with slightly sour cream in it and a phone call to the beyond, which doesn't seem to be coming any nearer. Ah Daddy, I want to stay drunk many days on the poetry of a new friend, My life held precariously in the seeing hands of others there and my impossibilities is this love now that the first love has finally died where there were no impossibilities. The Slowdown is a production of American Public Media in partnership with the Poetry Foundation. This project is also supported in part by the National Endowment for the Arts. On the web@arts.gov to get a poem delivered to you daily, go to slowdownshow.org and sign up for our newsletter and find us on Instagram. SlowdownShow.
