"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
A Day for Verbal Images
Frank X Walker calls himself an Affralachian poet: black and Appalachian.
I add word-painter and spirit-lifter extraordinaire.
I spent late afternoon, eyes closed, listening to him read miraculous persona poems voiced by York (William Clark's slave who journeyed with him and Meriwether Lewis across the continent), his Nez Perce and slave wives, his knife and hatchet, the water that fuels us all. His is a gift of language and humanity.
I give you the gift of Frank X Walker, spellbinding poet/magician.
3 comments:
Thanks for this post, Robley. Loved "Coal Black Voices."
Not only are his poems beautiful, but so is his reading. I love "meeting" a new poet.
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