From the verses of Shakespeare to the violence of Football, a soft hand on the nape of my neck to the rim's hard rattle after a dunk, the mute of Miles to the rhymes of Rakim, the simplicity of Hershey's chocolate to the complexity of garlic pepper seasoned, cedar-planked salmon drizzled with lemon-dill butter, my thoughts scatter like grains of black sand on a wind-blown beach.
He goes on to say about his visit to the Border's Book tent:
I got there around 9:30 am on Friday and went straight to the Border's tent. I was browsing the books and came across Ross Gay's "Against Which". I had never me the brother, never heard him read and had only read one or two of his pieces before. I gave his book my personal litmus test, which is to read the first and last poems in the book. The first poem was so good I decided to buy the book right away, $120 later i wobbled out of the tent looking for something to eat.
Read the full posting on Dodge 2006. He includes a couple of group poems composed while there and waiting in the food line for example.
Joel did a series of pieces responding to Wallace Stevens' works, in particular, this one in response to "The Man with the Blue Guitar"
The blues guitar and I are one.
My gutbucket blues guitar
Fills the juke-joint with dancing women
in thrall with the moon. The yellow men
Of the women are now blue, and coming
For my head that lies alone at night.
I pick a soul-churning dilemna.
How do I start to finish? And how,
As I conjure the colors, do I deal
With that which momentarily declares
Itself to be I and yet must be,
Might be, may be something more.
Read his full posting to get all of this poem.
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