“Minneapolis Poem.” I grew up a ways south of Minneapolis, but have family who live in the city, and find myself back in Minnesota at least several times a year. I love this poem for its lament-cum-celebration of living in “flyover country,” huddled against the notion that “intellectual life” happens only on the coasts. I know better — Minneapolis is a magnificent city with one of the greatest art scenes in the country. In fact, it’s become something of a tradition for me to visit the Walker Art Center’s annual British Ad Awards celebration whenever I’m home around the holidays.I’m going to keep the poetry streak alive with this link to a wonderful poem by Minnesota poet Dobby Gibson, fittingly titled
But enough of that — go and enjoy the poem!
Hi Dr Josh
It’s somehow new kind of poetry to me. It reminds me of The Waste Land, with the exception of the the Microsoft and Stainless steel thing, Brand new ideas 🙂
Good thing that you enjoyed it!
Dr Josh, are there any kind of hard feelings toward me. I’m afraid I have offended you?
Anyway it has been an honor to know such a helpful prof. Best regards.
Josh M said:
No hard feelings of any kind, I assure you. I’ve been very busy with multiple projects and teaching courses over the past few months, as the slow-down of blog posts shows! If I don’t respond to a particular comment, it’s usually a sign that I’m focused on other projects or work at the time. I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the blog, and I’m happy that I’ve been of some help. Please do keep visiting, and I hope all is well on your end.
Thanks a lot! Wish you all the best.