I got to spend some time with Dickey when he did a reading at the University of Alabama in 1969. He met with our creative writing class afterwards. He was a marvelous raconteur and storyteller. Larger than life, he played a 12 string guitar expertly with his meaty fingers. I remember him stopping mid-poem to comment on a line he really liked. The next morning I accompanied my creative writing instructor, James Seay, to take Dickey to the airport in Birmingham. In the airport coffee shop, he had a cheeseburger and two Miller Highlife beers - for breakfast. During breakfast he told us about the beginnings of a new book of fiction that he was writing, the working title was "Deliverance."
@Resenbrink
3 жыл бұрын
Thanks for posting that.
@williamwelsh1034
5 ай бұрын
How wonderful! The man himself..brings back memories of our Poetry class...what a man!
@thadcockrill5608
11 жыл бұрын
Thanks so much for posting this. I've been teaching this poem for years--and doing so again this week--and look forward to sharing it with my students. And, like Vampirevegan below, I think is it a wonderful introduction, and an opportunity to discuss differences between the prose introduction and the poem being introduced.
@u.sonomabeach6528
3 жыл бұрын
'...in the dust where the black snake dies of boredom and the beetle knows the compost has no more life....' Excuse me while I pick my soul up off the floor! This indeed is what God intended for us when he offered poetry
@PolkRidgeAesthete
9 жыл бұрын
Relentlessly memorable.
@vampirevegan
11 жыл бұрын
what a wonderful introduction...
@u.sonomabeach6528
3 жыл бұрын
This is poetry! Damn Dickey, fill 'er up!
@TheMadMaven1
3 жыл бұрын
Awesome!💗👍
@williamwelsh1034
5 ай бұрын
Good poem
@uncletruth4529
7 жыл бұрын
In other words he smashed those cheeks
@williamwelsh1034
5 ай бұрын
Dickey would cover his bald with half his hair what they called a combover...lol
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