Day 35: Athens, GA
UPDATE!
More from Athens!
The Athens-Banner Herald!
The Red and Black!
Flagpole Magazine!
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In the fine tradition of Neutral Milk Hotel, Bubba Sparxxx, DJ Danger Mouse, Rumi, Hugh Kenner, Herschel Walker, the B-52s and John Cameron Mitchell, the Poetry Bus made a temporary home for itself in Athens, GA, not far from where I once saw a man dressed in only saran wrap and fried chicken.
Despite the wander-inhibiting rain, we enjoyed ourselves on the Chase Park Warehouse loading docks and snacked on red beans and rice from the world famous Grit restaurant where the dishwashers get free PBR on busy nights and the incomparable Vernon Thornsberry holds court (where ya from?).
As we munched, Lizzie Saltz and Steve Somethingorother of ATHICA and Sabrina Orah Mark of the VOX reading series graciously received us and about a hundred of the friendliest Athenian literature lovers drifted into the gallery space for one of the best readings we&;ve had so far on the tour.
(ATTN: Video of Vic Chesnutt singing Stevie Smith below)
After the reading we had a few drinks at the Globe and then set off for Vic&;s beautiful house where we talked on the porch about Pluto&;s demotion, Carson McCullers, Robyn Hitchcock and intelligent design.
A late drive back to the bus from Vic’s via my good friend Cobra Crabcake, then a little show from a man with a gun in the hotel parking lot, and finally a little sleep before some carry out breakfast from the Grill.
Vic Chesnutt Sings Stevie Smith&;s "One of Many" [4:13m]: Play Now | Play in Popup
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Comment by steve on 10.12.2006 12:58 pm
-A flock of poets migrated through town last night, word of which I was fortunate enough to get, in time. With a crowd of &;poet-watchers&;, I listened with sharpened hunger for the word-phrase that strikes the deep chord, shoving my heart pendelum between a supressed shout, and a compressed cry; while the momentum of blood (like a dog on hearing coyotes) yanks a yelp from my own tightly-collared throat, before buried in the sharp flap of applause. -Magpie and Nightingale introduced themselves, Crow, Mockingbird, Swift and Wood Thrush needed no introductions. Later, they offered beautiful feathers, but unlike others, I did not take, stepping to look away at the almost-full moon. -AfterWords, my predatory senses sighted them, just like people, drinking the common fire, laughing in a downtown pub. I thought to bring the lovely Wood Thrush home for the gropping kind of poetry. But I pocketed my talons, walked down the dark streets alone, practicing my own private melodies.-
Steve 10/8/06
Comment by Catherine Cistulli on 10.12.2006 6:52 pm
The gropping kind of poetry? Really steve!
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Day 34: Asheville, North Carolina Day 36: Tuscaloosa, AL
Vic Chesnutt Sings Stevie Smith&;s "One of Many" [4:13m]: Play Now | Play in Popup
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Comment by steve on 10.12.2006 12:58 pm
-A flock of poets migrated through town last night, word of which I was fortunate enough to get, in time. With a crowd of &;poet-watchers&;, I listened with sharpened hunger for the word-phrase that strikes the deep chord, shoving my heart pendelum between a supressed shout, and a compressed cry; while the momentum of blood (like a dog on hearing coyotes) yanks a yelp from my own tightly-collared throat, before buried in the sharp flap of applause. -Magpie and Nightingale introduced themselves, Crow, Mockingbird, Swift and Wood Thrush needed no introductions. Later, they offered beautiful feathers, but unlike others, I did not take, stepping to look away at the almost-full moon. -AfterWords, my predatory senses sighted them, just like people, drinking the common fire, laughing in a downtown pub. I thought to bring the lovely Wood Thrush home for the gropping kind of poetry. But I pocketed my talons, walked down the dark streets alone, practicing my own private melodies.-
Steve 10/8/06
Comment by Catherine Cistulli on 10.12.2006 6:52 pm
The gropping kind of poetry? Really steve!
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Day 34: Asheville, North Carolina Day 36: Tuscaloosa, AL
