New Blog--For Real

I've tried blogging for a while but have never stuck with it. However, with me having much free time this summer I thought I would start. One of my projects for the next few months is to revise my poems and try to get them as much exposure as possible (open mic night, David. It WILL happen). And hopefully you guys can help with that process.

I'll also be posting stupid/amazing things I find on the Internet and doing album reviews and such...so, I hope I'm interesting enough to keep you guys reading.

Since Bob Dylan's 69th birthday was May 24th, I thought I'd post one already revised poem:

Thru the town of Zimmerman, MN

I've walked your iron grounds
and saw the pits swallowing dark blonde Lithuanians
like you and me,
and I've ridden on your Northbound highway
with all blue signs pointing to holy Duluth--
the city with the refreshing frosty air of birth,
I've touched the reeds of stony Superior
and saw Pound and Eliot in the captain's tower
with Rimbaud smoking opium onlooking terribly;
I've used a rhyming dictionary and enrolled in scroll writing
then bent my mind with a marijuana tambourine man,
skipping along Oklahoma dust roads with a harmonica.
I’ve gotten so lonesome I could cry, but the tears
did not become a Hard Rain, they stirred in the pools
of my sunken cheeks and were absorbed by the skin.
And I’ve worn black glasses to deny others judgment—
your audience gapes in wonder, acolytes to an enigma;
my audience dissects me en masse and never wonders.

This art is all yours, Dylan.
No one can approach your ability to create endlessly
and never answer.
This is the brand of beauty that you own.