Last summer I had tentative plans to do a cross-country US road trip with some very dear friends. Though it fell through, we’ve promised each other that it will happen when we’re all more settled–or less. In the stead of that adventure I opted to go interrailing when I finished up my essays and exams, part of which (with more to come) is chronicled on my personal blog.
I learned quite a few things during that time, not the least of which being that the inability to go anywhere without a book on hand is a serious character flaw in somebody who needs to travel light. In order to lessen my load and send some good vibrations into to world, I posted books as I finished them to friends I thought would enjoy them. To one of the friends with whom I’d planned the road trip I sent a collection of blues poetry. She boarded a plane in Dublin today to begin her own journey through Central and South America. I can only hope she’s half as excited as I am for her.
Blues Haiku let me be yo wild erness let me be yo wind blowing you all day -Sonia Sanchez
Lyrics by W.C. Handy.
Get Away 1928 For Martin Sewell Pack up and hit it Road warrior got the Big one Like the Dipper Urban area -- a trip Far gone Click on the dusty boots separated troops Movin' on Movin' on Take him off the farm Seen the Parée Uh Huh Hard to 'yes, boss' After francophillic got some Brothers swung low Belles chimed Sweet french quiches "Boy" in the US All man to parisians Scared the Crow Plot-condemned--no way couldn't keep him Flee to the steel belt (work-related health reasons). Rusty got the clay still baked to his pained face Collard green and hoe cake withdrawal from his momma's place Foul hawk breezing through with the Negro northern news you ain't never far away enough to not need the blues. -Tracie Morris
Selections all found in Blues Poems, edited by Kevin Young.