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John Sinclair, Blues Poet, at 82
John Sinclair had a special sense about the meaning and meter of blues and jazz. He also mined the field of Investigative Poetry. This conversation is about John's R&B adventure in 1950s Michigan.
A word play, a place poem aural and a prose dream.
A poem I came across that really rang my bell
Place conjures memory in poem by Sandra Lim.
Two hacks at The Moon Has a Comet-Like Tail
A snowstorm we can see, a moon storm we need ESP.
Not Dover Beach, Wollaston Beach.
Serial Poem: Mystery Ice Theatre
I read a book on flying by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry when I was a lad. I grew up with the narration and the lazy radio drawl of pilots in my head. That, and Republic serials. This is how it came out.
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