-Carl Sagan said:

but first, just about everything I want to talk about this morning

can be found in Bukowski’s poem: “fan letter."

there, Dora, who makes marmalade, tells us

about hubby Benny, who writes poetry.

she tells us he's got a bad temper which is okay with me.

seems like Benny keeps his poems to himself where

unknown poets usually live, wander the land, wither and die.

–– in the here and now I'm told of all things, that I’m made of "star-stuff."

others have been told the same thing. how utterly romantic!–– "star-stuff."

but I’m showing-up this morning to tell the romantics among you

that although it's true you’re made of "star-stuff," so’s your refrigerator.

and that "fishy" catch-of-the-day slab radiating in the micro?

that's made of "star-stuff," too!

and so's the dust on the mantle below the young woman

in a flowing red gown playing the piano.

she’s "star-stuff," too, and there are thousands of her, pressed

and hanging in every tenement-house in the north end! 

and so’s Benny. (he writes poems) and Dora who makes marmalade;

they're made of "star stuff" too!

and that's just about everything I want to talk about this morning.