Well Bottom Blues

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Sing, Goddess

I decided to reread Emily Wilson’s Odyssey before I consider seeing the movie and then start again decided well why not read her Illiad first because my eyes are always bigger than my plate.

I never thought I’d fall into a list
of men and ships until I read Emily Wilson.
I dreaded Book Two for a moment
that catalog like the begats until
I read it aloud with an imaginary lyre
after a quick study of pronunciations,
those crowded vowels and consonants
of names gathered on that sandy shore
clashing musically like golden sun on
loud bronze under the hammers of war.
I haven’t been this smitten by sound
since Raeburn Miller cursed me
with a passion for Wallace Stevens
and Wilson is not helping me one bit.

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Ghost of a Poet, Risen. Woke as fuck. Beltalowda. Thor Viki. Singing about the dark times. Formerly of WetBankGuide.blogspot.com & ToulouseStreet.wordpress.com & @OddWords. wellbottomblues.com

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Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Trampoline, Unlikely Stories, Peauxdunque Review, LMNL Anthology, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis,  What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).

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