Jun 21, 2011

Oh my, now he's buttering toast!

Last weekend, during a quick beignet-filled trip New Orleans, I discovered poet Russell Edson. Between dizzyingly good brass music and dreamy rainstorms in the French Quarter, I fell in love with “A Historical Breakfast,” a prose poem about a man taking his morning coffee:

A man is bringing a cup of coffee to his face, tilting it to his mouth. It's historical, he thinks. He scratches his head: another historical event. He really ought to rest, he's making an awful lot of history this morning. Oh my, now he's buttering toast, another piece of history is being made...

Read the rest here!

- Emily


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