Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Great Regulars: At a certain point after my father's departure,

I sat down and drew a wanted poster, and I drew his face in the center of the poster. Of course at the bottom of the poster I wrote the word "Wanted." As I look back on it, that word "Wanted" seems to me my first poem, because it shifted between meanings. He was wanted; he was accused, on the one hand. So when I showed the poster to my mother, he was a bad guy with whiskers. But at the same time, I was telling her that I missed my father and wanted him around.

from Wesley McNair: MPBN News: Maine Poet Laureate Wesley McNair's Memoir Describes a Rough Upbringing


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