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Tis the season of gifting and holes to deck and the who's and Whoville were in love with new tech. Where can we find Sonos and Samsung and Nintendo? They shouted. Would they find it in one place? This they questioned and doubted when suddenly a who yelled, walmart's the place to start. And each who added headphones, TVs and games to their carts. With Walmart, their shopping was done in a flurry. They cried out, who knew? And ordered their gifts in a hurry. Shop the latest tech gifts in the Walmart app.
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I'm Maggie Smith and this is the Slowdown.
Some poems are compressed like diamonds, like small gems you can hold in your palm. They shine up at you and you can come back for the glint of them whenever you want. I love poems like that.
Other poems are like strands of pearls, long and lustrous and nearly impossible to gather in into your hands all at once. I love poems like that too.
Today's poem is a long, beautiful strand. Listen and enjoy.
Go by Kathleen Ossip.
It is a cube. It is red. It is mountainous. It is a bird of fire. It is the bones of the pelvis, it is a walnut, it is treasured. It is yellow Saturn wobbling in its orbit. It is danger squawking.
It is the desire to sit down with strangers in cafes. And then it is the strangers in cafes. It is the man with the black T shirt labeled Unarmed Civilian and it is the blind man with him and his painful trembling.
Always. It is oxygen and more oxygen. It is the fight in you and the fight in you dying. It is the need for water, the water that falls from the sky. It is desperate for a theory, and it is the axe you call evil when you know there is no evil, only desperation.
It is that bravery, that arrogance, that blindness.
It is the pink morning and your smile in the pink morning.
It is a phantom and the thin neck of a tree. It is a little project called loving the world. It is howling in the dirt. It is an extravaganza. It's the abandoned sports bra in the dirt beside howling you. It's the wind chimes in the thin necked tree and it is tongue tied. It is asleep. It is waking up now. It is a small cat on the bed. It is the threads of a leaf and it is the three graces, splendor, mirth and good cheer. It is their heartfelt advice. You can't let it hurt you. You must let it hurt you. It is a careless error and the hotel pool blue with chemistry. It's a kiss. Of course it is a kiss. It's an old, strange book, newly acquired but not yet cataloged. It is crazy. It is you. Crazy with honesty and crazy with ambition. It's the sun that stuns over and over again. It's your tablet, which is every tablet everywhere. It's an explosion. It is every explosion everywhere. It is pavement, mineral and hot and wet with droplets. It's the stars that pitch white needles into the pond. It is provable. It is a lotion. It is a lie. It is a baby, because everyone is a baby. It talks to you, always to you. It moves swiftly. It is stuck. It moves swiftly. It is stuck. It moves through swiftly. It's the impenetrable truth now clear as ice. It is serious. It is irreversible. It is going, going.
It is flying. Now laughing strong enough to know any.
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Podcast: The Slowdown: Poetry & Reflection Daily
Host: Maggie Smith
Episode: 1410: Go by Kathleen Ossip
Date: December 4, 2025
This episode of The Slowdown centers on the poem “Go” by Kathleen Ossip. Host Maggie Smith reflects on the nature of poetry—how different poems can take on very different shapes and roles in our lives—and invites the listener to experience Ossip’s expansive, multifaceted poem as both a meditation and a celebration of complexity, endurance, and hope.
Shapeshifting Essence:
Ossip’s poem treats “It” as a kind of universal life force or experience, ever-changing:
Human Encounters & Vulnerability:
The poem touches on connection and fragility:
Existential Struggle & Acceptance:
A back-and-forth between hurt, healing, and acceptance rolls through the lines:
The Ordinary & the Cosmic:
The poem darts from specific, everyday images to vast cosmic references:
Resilience & Motion:
At its close, lines suggest endurance and movement, even in contradiction:
On Poetic Form
On the Nature of ‘It’
On Endurance & Change
This episode invites listeners to step into a broad and searching meditation, using Kathleen Ossip’s poem “Go” as both anchor and launchpad. Through Smith’s thoughtful introduction and Ossip’s kaleidoscopic poem, the episode leaves us contemplating the continual movement and transformation at the core of being alive. The embrace of both pain and joy, of contradiction and clarity, reminds us: poetry helps us “keep hoping”—to connect with ourselves and the world, even in the midst of uncertainty.