Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Aug. 2, 2007: American News

Bill Holm, the poet/writer/teacher from Mineota, Minnesota, spends his summers in the North of Iceland. He has written a poem about the I-35 bridge collapse, and what it means, from this distant perspective.

By Professor Batty



6 Comments:

Blogger Rose said...

Thank you for sharing this, Batty. Sometimes I think there is more thinking going on in the Midlands than on the Fringes...


Blogger ECS said...

An interesting way to start a stormy morning up here in The North. The poem definitely captured something about how it feels to learn about awful events from far away. I'm also glad I heard Bill Holm read here in Reykjavík last year, because now I can imagine his bearded bright-eyed self reading this, the inflection mixing with the howling window outside here.


Blogger sharon spotbottom said...

Hi Batty, Enjoying your recent posts....your trips down memory lane, nostalgia, americana, sweet meloncholy, pleasant days. Pictures, poems, thoughts. Tis the season perhaps.


Blogger Professor Batty said...

rose and ecs- Bill Holm is some sort of Midwestern treasure... like an old bachelor uncle who is a little strange, a little corny, but has a special awareness and the ability to express it. We three have all had personal experiences with Bill, what a thing to have in common!

sharon- thanks! I hope I can keep them from getting too maudlin...


Blogger Rose said...

I am delighted to be a member of the Bill Holm fan club. I can't wait until October!...Windows of Brimnes!


Blogger Kristín said...

Thank you for sharing this, luv. Makes a nice start to the day, reading a citizen's reflections on the state of his nation.

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