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Giant poets visit Redhouse

Brown met the third ghost in a van on the West Coast. Buddy Wakefield, had holed up in his ride - and was writing, and writing. Brown heard of his words and went and got him and took him on the road.

Wakefield was the most physical of the three traveling poets. He was funny, so that laughs barked out of the audience. He didn't know it but he looked like sunshine. His T-shirt stated on the front: "Legalize Crack" and on the back the simple letters "S a r a h P a l i n."

He said that hearts don't break, instead they bruise and get better.

"I no longer need you to f#&k me as hard as I hate myself."

That's a good place to be.

Mojgani shared his childhood mistaken word problems using the "Pledge of Allegiance." He thought it was invisible instead of indivisible.

He said, "secrets are mistakes we can learn from."

Wakefield came back out with "My Town." He said the war on terror was as good as the war on drugs.

Brown who said he lived on a boat "The Sea Section," spoke of his early days in poetry, "It was like a Ren Fest experience - sort of weird."

But also, he noted how lucky he was to share his poems. He was reported to be the father of the Poetry Slam movement in America. This is when poets come together and get up and speak their words, in all their glory with the added bonus of expression in whatever way they see fit to do this. The trio at Redhouse, plus Darby, did this like gold medallists on steroids. Perfect execution of phrasing, words, breathing, body language, eye contact, drama, poignancy, hope and despair.

Brown said in a poem about his father, who abandoned him as a baby, "If forgiveness is a story, it never ends."

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