It’s the first poem about David Bowie to win the Pulitzer Prize. Tracy K. Smith’s collection Life on Mars contains many references to the man she salutes as the “Pope of Pop.”
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Featured on this week’s show:Vikki Warner – Providence, RI
Lying on a pull-out couch in Lisa Murphy’s basement The credits rolling heavenward, my adolescent tears falling, “The Song Remains the Same” became an indoctrination. Robert Plant was the handsome strutter But Jimmy Page, the skinny, heavy-lidded mystery Who wore his satin dragon pants too high And his Gibson defiantly low Treated me to my first taste of psychedelia. Nervy, fuzzy, scorching, clean, nasty, precise, He fled no musical influence. He corralled them.
Observing his fast world, I felt painfully innocent. Lisa was sneaking out to make out with boys. I lagged. An “unauthorized” Zeppelin biography (hidden under a pile of schoolbooks) Widened my eyes. This was crazy. Thinking of him as a real person, or Picturing him naked, was not where I reveled.
Rather, I wanted to live inside his guitar, A sprite who would sweeten his sound And twinkle drowsily in the air around him. Each song forged a playworld of foreignness; the specter Of my very youth unfurled before me.
Vikki reads her poem: