I took a week off and drove to
I stayed in the Jack Saunders School of Fiction Writing
Northwoods Outpost, a travel trailer in Jeff and Martha Potter’s yard.
I read with John M. Bennett in a tavern and an art gallery
and we went to a paper show in a convention center.
I made up two pamphlets of poems to hand out,
The Beat Poet Tour and Garage Band Books Week 2000.
It was banned books week. I wasn’t banned, I was weighed in the balance
and found wanting. When I got back I told my co-workers I had been
“on vacation.” Not that I was
writer, perhaps the greatest unpublished, or underpublished American writer ever.
How would you prove something like that? You’d look stupid saying it.
The Beat Poet Tour, I was selling Beat Poet 1.
I ended up giving them away. Along with the pamphlets.
It reminded me of the caravan Janet Frame
lived in in An Angel at My Table.
