I read Where the Secret Is Hidden,
a history of mail art, rubber stamps,
artist stamps, etc. A 900-page manuscript
with lots of color pictures. It came on a DVD.
I printed it out on my color printer at home.
I read it. It inspired me to write GOING POSTAL.
I sent my book out in pamphlets. Ten of them.
Then I made a side trip to Sneads, where Potterfest is held,
and wrote POTLICKER JOURNAL. A potlicker is
a worthless cur, too sorry to hunt. Think of Joe Bagent’s
redneck hippies. I
compare Sneads to
The Leftneck Riviera.
The Bridges of Highway
30A
versus The Volcanoes
of
Seine fishermen versus Joe, formerly
the
And
Pulpwooders versus real estate developers.
Gentrification. It’s happening in your neighborhood.
If it isn’t yet, it will. Think of Edward Abbey’s Desert Solitaire.
I bought at art car and started making a spectacle of myself.
I called myself a beet poet. I called my poems essays.
Also sometimes fishing stories.
Think of Joe Bageant’s Rainbow Pie.
Or Deer Hunting with Jesus.
Jesus, Elvis, and Coca-Cola.
Angels, Demons, and Howard Finster.
