This month's Truck has been to say--to show--there's writing in/within this region/these regions (heartland/plains/prairies north-to-south) worth dropping into, worthy of extend/ed/ing engagements. Thanks again to Kyle Schlesinger, Jeanetta Calhoun Mish, Grant Matthew Jenkins, and Jeff Hansen for providing many of the vital coordinates for this drive. And thanks to Halvard Johnson for giving me the keys!
When you've got the time, when you're ready to go anywhere and seriously go there, give some of these writers a ride:
I've enjoyed navigating Truck for the last month. I got to do a virtual poetry road trip, spend time cruising with old friends and riding shotgun with many writers I had not known well.
I foresee locating another Truck, perhaps my own blog (Scorecard), to do another trip, but not just virtual this time. There's a lot of creativity in the geographical center of this country; there's been a lot of creativity for hundreds of years. I'm thinking of interviews with writers, videos of readings and performances in and around the place/s these writers inhabit, with some poking around in archives.
Why? So I can hit the road with old friends, roll the windows down, and pump up the poetry, while meeting new writers--and rediscovering writers who have enlivened these spaces--along the way.
The mission is analogous to the top of the harsh whitewashed thing-in-itself. In the glazed clay ground, idealism remains. When they heard the shout, reality was sitting on planks, dulled by dust and sweat. The old one blustered about his own shameful mist.