“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!