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Born May 18, 1953; got saved at Truett Memorial BC in Hayesville, NC 1959. On rigged ballot which I did not rig got Most Intellectual class of 71, Gaffney High School. Furman Grad, Sociology major but it was little tougher than Auburn football players had Had three dates with beautiful women the summer of 1978. Did not marry any of em. Never married anybody cause what was available was undesirable and what was desirable was unaffordable. Unlucky in love as they say and even still it is sometimes heartbreaking. Had a Pakistani Jr. Davis Cupper on the Ropes the summer of 84, City Courts, Rome Georgia I've a baby sitter, watched peoples homes while they were away on Vacation. Freelance writer, local consultant, screenwriter, and the best damn substitute teacher of Floyd County Georgia in mid 80's according to an anonymous kid passed me on main street a few years later when I went back to get a sandwich at Schroeders. Had some good moments in Collinsville as well. Ask Casey Mattox at if he will be honest about it. I try my best to make it to Bridges BBQ in Shelby NC at least four times a year.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Two Great Poems

I got to thinkin about poems in last 24 hours after I heard some good ones.

Hans Ostrom has visitted my blog here; that's the way he got in touch with Kate Campbell who reads his poem on occasion when she sings her song about Jesus and Elvis.
Kate openned for Emmy Lou in Europe in 2002 and a friend of hers and mine has gotten to know Ronnie Cox, who was the first to fall out of the boat in Deliverance.

Laurie Corzett's Gospel reminded me ofHans Ostrom's poem on Emily Dickinson and ElvisI hope she likes this one as much as I liked hers:

Emily Dickinson and Elvis Presley in Heaven
By Hans Ostrom

They call each other “E”. Elvis pickswildflowers near the river and bringsthem to Emily. She explains half-rhymes to him.
In heaven Emily wears her hair long, sportsLevis and western blouses with rhinestones.Elvis is lean again, wears baggy trousers
and T-shirts, a letterman’s jacket from Tupelo High.They take long walks and often hold hands.She prefers they remain just friends. Forever.
Emily’s poems now contain naugahyde, Cadillacs,Electricity, jets, TV, Little Richard and RichardNixon. The rock-a-billy rhythm makes her smile.
Elvis likes himself with style. This afternoonhe will play guitar and sing “I Taste a LiquorNever Brewed” to the tune of “Love Me Tender.”

Emily will clap and harmonize.
Alonein their cabins later,
they’ll listen to the riverand nap.
They will not think of Amherst
or Las Vegas.
They know why God made themroommates.
It’s because Americawas their hometown.
It’s because
God is a thing withoutfeathers.
It’s becauseGod wears blue suede shoes.

And here is Laurie Corzett speaking about the Gospel

Pardon the limning of things, it's the set up, not the rhythm of the Poem.

by Laurie Corzett

Sally, won't you go downtown
Pick up some teabag partyclowns
We'll teach 'em tricks of trade
from streets walled in by degradation
Ain't this nation grand
for glad hands raised in celebration
of shames we dare not name.

Hallelujah Hallelucinations
Hallowed ground baptized in blood
Saved from the cleansing Flood
by sticking to our kind
however we're defining us today
If we were meant to live a different way
wouldn't He have told us?
October 28, 2009


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Thanks. I do.

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