I thought it was just me and Jon Stewart

Jon and I were in agreement that the “inaugural poem” was a pedestrian, mundane bit of instantly-forgettable fluff, suitable for lulling small children (and not a few adults) to sleep, but not good for much else. I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am that Jon and I aren’t alone.

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… it was no surprise to hear Alexander begin her poem today with a cliché (“Each day we go about our business”), before going on to tell the nation “I know there’s something better down the road”; and pose the knotty question, “What if the mightiest word is ‘love’?”; and conclude with a classic instance of elegant variation: “on the brink, on the brim, on the cusp.” The poem’s argument was as hard to remember as its language; it dissolved at once into the circumambient solemnity. Alexander has reminded us of what Angelou’s, Williams’s, and even Robert Frost’s inauguration poems already proved: that the poet’s place is not on the platform but in the crowd …

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  1. … but it was a black preacher who recited it, I’m sure. “The red man will get ahead, man”, and all of that, it was great.

    I didn’t catch what that lady was saying before the poem … someone had left their car lights on? The organizers would love it if the owner would move the vehicle before the battery went dead? The battery was not dead yet, but it was on the brink of going? Something along those lines?

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