Today is the 107th anniversary of Robert Lax’s birth. I’ve received notes already from people who are celebrating it in Belgium and Russia. As a small commemoration, here’s the first poem in the best collection of his work, 33 Poems. It seems a good summation of how Lax viewed life.
the head of the commit- tee said he couldn't use it it shot off, he said, in too many direc- tions throw it onto the junk- heap, he said, out there where the wild- flowers grow
For today, at least, let yourself be thrown out there where the wildflowers grow.
Happy birthday, Bob!