Rolled Steel Elegy

(spam poem by Edward Desautels) prisoners at any expense and nothing on earth to be done she was the cause of our belonging our town cried the bitterest stream leaned back in its chair and saw that I was looking looking at its cleanliness and order, still the placid face across the stream the tumbled…

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Joe Strummer Along the Westway to Heaven, text version

In an earlier post, I presented an experiment in film, music, and short fiction I prepared for a reading I gave at the University of Maine in 2007. It blends clips and stills of Joe Strummer and The Clash, and excerpts from my short bio fic piece, “Joe Strummer Along the Westway to Heaven.” You…