The Redlight Was My Mind
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| Rating | : | 4.54 (922 Votes) |
| Asin | : | 1933896043 |
| Format Type | : | paperback |
| Number of Pages | : | 80 Pages |
| Publish Date | : | 2013-08-28 |
| Language | : | English |
DESCRIPTION:
Read it and marvel. "Red dust, love and whiskey blues: this is poetry of strength and ferocity. Wilkens is the best poet of his generation, and as good as any who came before him." . Gary C
GARY CHARLES WILKENS, born in South Carolina and raised in North Carolina and Arkansas, recently graduated with a master's degree from Sam Houston State University, where he now teaches as a member of the adjunct faculty. He has attended a number of conferences, where he presented his poetry, and his poems have appeared widely in such journals as Oklahoma Review,
Gary Charles Wilkens is my favorite poet Pritam Chowdhur I had the distinct pleasure of knowing and befriending Gary during his undergraduate career at Hendrix College. This gentleman is truly an inspired and evocative writer, and person, that a short review can do no justice to.The Red Light Was My Mind is testament to the lived Southern experience. Informed by the cotton blues, Wilkens conjures to being the images, smells, tastes, and tactile experience of hardship, and joy. Poverty of pocket, has never never been poverty of soul for this poet and and his lyrical wordscapes.Humblysomewhere in the Delta, Wallace Stevens meets Robe
Inspired by the culture, music, history and mythology of the Blues, The Red Light Was My Mind captures the tone, rhythms, sounds, images, and myths of the Mississippi Blues. These stories wind through a number of related narrative threads, interlaced with poems reflecting a myriad of Blues forms: songs, hollers, monologues, folktales, chants, spells, and sermons. Son House, Charlie Patton, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Robert Johnson, Peetie Wheatstraw, Billie Holiday, Jack Johnson, and a cast of entirely fictitious and mythical figures embody the region's legendary past and its often harsh present. Love, death, evil, sorrow, violence, and dancing fill the Blues and inhabit these poems.