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The room was at capacity, roughly two hundred people, with every seat filled and overflow skirting the walls for the No matter how beat up the characters in Greek theatre got, if they were still alive at the end, it was a comedy. What could he have done better? He had never intended to be a poet, anyway. As a kid, Hpv new sex partner called him my uncle, but our families never seemed to have much in common.
While my siblings and I went to the public school in town, R. We saw them mostly on holidays and at family reunions. My dad was the local optometrist. I can only imagine how we looked from their point of view—hair spiked, with baggy jeans and Hot Topic T-shirts. Surely we seemed as exotic to them as they sometimes did to us, not least when R. After he began making a name for himself, my high school would sometimes book R.
Though we were never so cruel as to scoff at his poetry in public, my brothers and I did joke among ourselves about what seemed to us an especially hillbilly custom. When I saw online that R. Maybe there was more to the genre than my brothers and I had given it credit for. And what the hell is cowboy poetry, anyway? They visited working ranches all over the West, fearing that the old traditions were quickly disappearing in the age of the urban cowboy.
At the same time, rural depopulation continued to escalate, and young men and women, even out West, no longer pined for agricultural work. Probably not—but they devoured and digested the poets who had powerful rhythms and exacting rhymes and who wrote about outdoor life, human bravery and endurance, and companionship. Among the first group of cowboy poets to attend the Gathering was a Montana rancher named Wallace McRae.
His pal replied, "It happens when Yer life has reached its end. They comb yer hair, and warsh yer neck, And clean yer fingernails, And lay you in a padded box Away from life's travails. The Western Folklife Center sold more than ten thousand tickets this year. A lot of it, even. Some have the literary chops but lack the real-life experience. McRae cites the former U. Poet Laureate Donald Hall as one of his favorites.
Paul Zarzyski, one of the few free-verse cowboy poets at the Gathering, completed an M. Nine cowboys filled the stage, each taking turns reciting poems that had influenced their own work. One of them recited Billy Collins, another recited Robert Bly. I am a Siberian cowboy! Their books tend to be self-published or released through tiny, niche publishers for the sake of events like the Gathering. Cowboy poetry is a performance art. The heart and soul that the best of the poets radiate before an audience rarely transfer well to the page.
On the page, all of this is lost. Both McRae and R. In some ways, it was what I expected: The recipient of a scholarship for young poets, he had stepped on a plane for the first time in his life to be there. But during his second act Marten stumbled on a line, and then he stumbled again, and then he froze. Several hundred people stared back at him from their seats, waiting for him to start again.
He stared at his boots. He squinted in the lights. He lowered the microphone and shook his head, the room seeming much bigger than it had just moments before. When the silence grew too heavy, I lay down my camera and scanned the crowd. Everyone was smiling, excited for the next line, whenever it returned to him. Nobody winced or retreated to a smartphone. Later in the week, R. Marten cruised through his second attempt without a hiccup, garnering extra applause for the effort.
You can put a cowboy hat on it. You can put a sombrero on it. Is this all there is?
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