despite the fact that i have spent the massive of majority of my adult life accumulating degrees in literature [Lit-Tra-Chaaa] i am not really a poetry person. don't get me wrong, i can appreciate stein, and auden, and yeats along with the best of them, but i am not one to "curl up with a book of poetry" if you know what i mean.
anyway, several years ago, as part of a now defunct (i.e. unfunded) project on michigan writers, i had the chance (along with two great colleagues) to meet and interview Thomas Lynch. michigan's very own undertaker poet, and winner of the American Book Award. i remember being very star-struck when, after asking him if he'd seen 6 feet Under (a show that i still believe to be pure fucking poetry) he replied by saying, "oh yes, Alan Ball brought me in to consult." w.o.w... (this might be sad reflection on me--ok, so you're a poet and all that, but you *know* Alan Ball. like. wow). anyway, lynch's poems are quirky and quite beautiful, and can make poetry converts of us all.
if you're interested in a short dose of poetry this fine day, then Lynch himself can be heard (and read) here. michigan's very own "undertaker poet" (and very much more). have a good weekend all.