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Lincoln
February 18, 2006    File under: America , Poetry & Poetics , Self-promotion

Is cold.

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Yesterday, Noah Eli Gordon and Joshua Marie Wilkinson and I left a frigid Denver and moved out over the progressively-more-frigid plains, northeast through the white-out quadrants of Colorado and into clearer and colder Nebraska.

We listened to Nathaniel Mackey while semis eased into the left lane to pass one another and snow lifted in their drafts, long gossamer wings that rode over us for minutes then disappeared.

We were listening to Ted Berrigan reading his Sonnets while thousands of geese collected in filaments across the sundown sky.

We were talking improvisational poetry when we discovered what Zach Schomburg calls the "Jake Adam York hot-air-balloon water tower" in York, Nebraska. Noah suggested we stop for a hero's welcome. We imagined cheerleaders and heavily confectioned cake.

And then there was Lincoln, which we passed in the night & had to circle back to find.

And then we were colder than we have ever ever been.

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Good eats and talk at Yiayia's, downtown Lincoln & then —

Posted by Jake Adam York at February 18, 2006 9:24 AM