This is the first in a series of posts about the poets who will appear on June 23.
When I thought of Nobody’s Wedding, the first poet I thought
of (except for myself—I always think of myself, alas) was Rocky Jones. He and Cliff Lynn are the brilliant minds behind two poetry series in Annapolis, about which you can read more here. Here’s a
brief interview with Rocky.
Q. When did you start writing poetry?
A. Been writing songs since I was a teen. Also
scribbled enigmas among collages taped to butcher paper on my bedroom wall.
Wrote a poem (maybe two) in college. I guess I was in my 30s when I
really started consistently writing poems, as such.
Q. How do you define poetry?
A. Word art that doesn't comfortably fit another category.
Q. What would you choose as your last meal?
A. Maybe a good slice of cheese pizza.
Q. Where are you from, and what is your spiritual homeland?
A.
~Southern Maryland.
~Farther north.
Q. If a boardwalk caricaturist made your picture, what would
it look like?
A. A doughy man communing with bees. Not that I do any
such thing with intent or regularity.
Q. If they made
a movie of your life, what would be the title, what would be the theme song,
and who would play you?
A.
~The Man Who Woke Up Falling.
~The theme song is a difficult question. I should make
a mix tape and workshop it. For now let's make it Tea in the Sahara.
~If he could start fattening up right away, Robert Downey
Jr. Is Wilford Brimley still alive?
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