|Photo by Michael Young--Ozark Photos Blog|
I'm still working the metaphors, crafting and work shopping at the writing conference, but I've scheduled something special for you: Southern rock imbued with Ozark musical heritage and tradition, like squirrel potpie, duck hunting, fried catfish, and Ozark jig-dancing.
But first—from today's dump truck of poems—a gift:
by Elizabeth Bishop
Love's the boy stood on the burning deck
trying to recite “The boy stood on
the burning deck.” Love's the son
stood stammering elocution
while the poor ship in flames went down.
Love's the obstinate boy, the ship,
even the swimming sailors, who
would like a schoolroom platform, too,
or an excuse to stay
on deck. And love's the burning boy.
And now, a group of friends introduced to me by Anthony Bourdain—via a recent Ozarks episode from No Reservations: Ha Ha Tonka. (As in Ha Ha Tonka State Park of the band's native Missouri.)
From their latest release, Death of a Decade, songs reflective of small town southern life:
About their new album (from their website):
Who said they don't make 'em like they used to?
(Oh the poor ship. Really, the poor ship!)