Hey, it's me, Major Jackson.

We're reaching into the archive to bring you some of our favorites.

Here's one from Ada Limon'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.

Music enjoy this selection from the archives. I'm Adelaimone, and this is The Slowdown.

There's something that I keep close to my chest.

It's the part of me I am least proud of, and yet I know very well it exists,

and is sometimes lurking under the surface ever present in my day-to-day life. It is my temper, my rage,

my anger. I can be rageful, fly off the handle and even at times scream and cry at the perceived

injustices all around me. There are times when I feel it in me and yet I cannot

pinpoint the reason, the evil-doer, the subject or object of my anger. I only know that I feel it,

and it's real, and in that white-hot moment of rage, I can be ready to burn it

all down. I know no rational mind or deep breathing exercises will work. My meditation techniques

have flown out every window, scattered like scared little birds in the face of a mean,

chaotic bear on the loose in my ribcage. No one knows my anger more than those closest to me. My sweet husband, who is as patient

and as empathetic as they come, always seems to manage to see something from all its angles, to see the best in

people, to advocate for humanity. He knows my rage. I wish he didn't, but he does. And when it

happens, do you notice the passive voice there when rage happens to me?

It feels as if I am overtaken by some mad animal and I want to take down everyone around me.

Throughout the years it's gotten better.

I can see it coming.

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