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Journal, Day Five November 3, 2006: I’ve come to the last station on the spur line, where the conductor is going to toss me off the observation platform, perhaps into a handy swamp. As I child, I rode the Edaville Railroad through cranberry bogs south of Boston. This privately owned narrow-gauge used to steam five miles or more into the bogs; the old line, having been closed [...] by

Journal, Day Four November 2, 2006: Logan the Blog Hostage, Day 4. The printing press gave any man who owned one the power of a scriptorium without the interruption of prayers. Better, he could print the Bible in the vernacular, which any man who could read (or be read to) could understand. (We owe much to an early translator like Tyndale, whose work underpinned the King James [...] by

Journal, Day Three November 1, 2006: A man who is tired of poetry is tired of life, so they say; but when I’m tired of poetry I take down Lewis Carroll’s nonsense poems and am often restored. Everyone knows “Jabberwocky,” and many know “The White Knight’s Ballad,” which may be the most hilarious poem in English. But how many know “Hiawatha’s Photographing,” which [...] by

Journal, Day Two October 31, 2006: Frank O’Hara would have loved writing a blog, but it would have stopped him from writing poems—everything that went into his poems, all that helter-skelter of New York life, would have drained into the blog and stayed there, like sewage. The best poetry blog, avant la lettre, was the Dove-Viebahn Christmas newsletter (actually it was more of a [...] by

Journal, Day One October 30, 2006: Randall Jarrell wrote that “Poets are in the beginning hypotheses, in the middle facts, and in the end values,” which may be another way of saying that poets begin as questions marks, become exclamation points, and end as ellipses. Great Caesar’s ghost! Last summer, in a moment of weakness, I promised the Poetry Foundation folks (PoFofos, [...] by

Journal, Day 53 October 27, 2006: Seattle, WA / Bill Wesley, the bus driver I left home (the Green Tortoise bus yard in Oakland, CA) on July 7th deadheading a bus to Anchorage, AK with a crew of two other drivers, then drove two 14 day camping trips around the state, then drove that bus down to Seattle, to await the arrival of the Poetry Bus. During that time I called my boss, [...] by

Journal, Day 52 October 26, 2006: Portland, OR / Bill Wesley, the bus driver I’m sitting in a doughnut shop in Portland when Joshua and Linas come in and ask me to go back to the bus to re-enact for the camera the many times Joshua has gently woken me with coffee and doughnuts/scones/muffins in hand—thanks Joshua! After my nomination for worthy performance as a lifeless [...] by

Journal, Day 51 October 25, 2006: Portland, OR / Bill Wesley, the bus driver It’s a little hard to leave Ashland, both mentally, since we had such a gracious and welcoming host, Vincent Craig Wright, and physically, as I had a bit of a tough time extricating the bus from the narrow alleyways and streets, requiring Joshua to get out and watch my back and sides for me while I [...] by

Journal, Day 50 October 24, 2006: San Francisco, CA & Ashland, OR / Bill Wesley, the bus driver I wake in the Mission with coffee on my mind, and more than just my first blog to be nervous about—I’ve written four poems and it’s highly likely that I’ll be reading them in Ashland tonight, after driving 350 miles and bringing the Poetry Bus very close to the 12,000 mile [...] by

Journal, Day 49 October 23, 2006: Los Angeles, CA & San Francisco, CA / Edwin Torres It’s Saturday night in LA. “I look fabulous, for someone my type,” sez the starlet on the rooftop bar . . . looking for a drink from this experimental poet. “Yes you do,” I said. She held out her hand, “I’m sure,” she cooed, and so began a meaningful relationship of 30 [...] by