The Dead Poet Journey

This blog has been created to document my "dead poet journey" although that's not quite fair since I will be taking in some other amazing things -- like this:



Munro isn't dead as far as I know. Still, this is going to be the trip of a lifetime for me... I'll be crawling out from under the disguise of an under-acheiving fisherman who grew up wading the back country streams of Roane County, TN and taking a seat at the gravesides of great men whom I've long admired and spent a lifetime reading.

Along the way, I will document my stops - share with you the people I meet - photos of the places I visit - and sound my "barbaric yawp" over the rooftops of the world.

Thanks to High Places Church for this great opportunity to practice "self-care" as they call it in "The Industry." Lolz. Really not big on the vocabulary of such things, just in the many layers of humanity that we all share, each of which need their own degree of TLC.

"Trippers and askers surround me....
Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am,
Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary,
Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,
Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next,
Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.
Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders,
I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait."

~ Walt Whitman