Jun 21, 2011
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...
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