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Oregon Lottery Representative (0:00)
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Major Jackson (1:00)
Hey, it's me, Major Jackson. We're reaching into the archive to bring you some of our favorites. Here's one from Ada Limone's tenure as host. Her thoughtfulness and deep love of poetry made her time on the show very special. I hope you enjoy this selection from the archives.
Ada Limon (1:26)
I'm Ada Limon, and this is the Slowdown. I have always been interested in how we plan for the future. I try to put a little money away now and again for a rainy day, as they say. I try to imagine future scenarios to see if I'm prepared. But if the last three years have taught me anything, it's that I cannot be prepared for all the scenarios. Life is full of terrific and terrifying surprises. I never know what's coming next. I can only be here at this moment and try to be somewhat flexible. This may sound odd, but I sometimes imagine the world without me in it. I visualize all the life around me going on without my physical body still moving through its edges. I don't think of it as morbid, but as acknowledging the deep and inevitable truth of life, that at some point death will come to all of us. I am not a Buddhist, but I've always admired that. A key tenet of Buddhism is acknowledging our own death. For me personally, it can actually bring a sense of peace to remember that life will go on without me. It's a quick way to put things in perspective and recalibrate my own sense of urgency towards things that are generally not so urgent. That doesn't mean it's not scary sometimes or just really, really sad. Honestly, I'd like to live forever, or at least until 120. I'd like to still be writing poems, sitting under an old tree I planted, petting my dog that has also managed to live to 120. I like this life, and I'd like to keep it for a very long time. But even if I could live that long, there are parts of myself or of my life that couldn't stay around that long. Some things would be lost. Today's poem does that work of exploring an inevitable truth of what it feels like to try to prepare oneself for a whole new way of living in the world. Practicing by Siana Rouse I walk, eyes closed, down the hall, hands brushing our bumpy wall lightly. What are you doing? My love asks. Practicing, I say. I have glaucoma, which means a cloud overcasts the sun of my sight until there is no light. Or maybe instead the black hole of my iris pulls the gravity of periphery closer and closer until it stampedes a cattle of stars in my eyes, mind all the light my brain uses to kaleidoscope a galaxy in my head, bones of stars bejewel my sockets, gas, plasma, dust, city lights collide and scope. I know nothing of blindness and too little about science to accurately describe my future sight spaghettified, but the doctor says with certainty, quite certainly I'm too young to not go blind, he says. I will eventually. And so I practice Science too, knows little about black holes, meaning they mystify, meaning they elude even the knowledgeable, like the doctor who so convincingly says I will without saying when or the end of a poem unpretending, which also practices also goes long when down dark holes, feeling for its way, hoping it knows how to carry nothing but constellations inside its orbits.
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