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Walking Woodstock
Journeys into the Wild Heart of America’s Most Famous Small Town
by Michael Perkins
and Will Nixon
Illustrated by Carol Zaloom #1 Paperback Bestseller of 2009, Golden Notebook, Woodstock, NY
The Pocket Guide to Woodstock
An Insiders' Guide with Suggested Hikes, a Walking Tour of the Historic Village, Maps, Photographs, and the Best Tips for a Memorable Visit
by Michael Perkins
and Will Nixon
Illustrated by Carol Zaloom #1 Paperback Bestseller of 2012, Golden Notebook, Woodstock, NYBooks
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“Are you familiar with the writing of Woodstock poet Will Nixon? If not, you should be because of his funny, wistful, poignant poems.”
-- Catskill Mountain Region Guide“The Hudson Valley has produced some of the great peregrinations of our time, most notably by John Burroughs, an inveterate walker. Add Michael Perkins and Will Nixon to the list—these are charming essays, some of them with a bit more bite than you'd guess.”
-- Bill McKibben
Monthly Archives: April 2012
Blood Brothers: A Poem Inspired by a Werewolf Double Feature
Blood Brothers Remember the werewolf double feature at the old porno theater on upper Broadway? The seats had no room for our knees; sticky paint covered gum barnacles. We howled at the full moon slipping free of bruised clouds, then … Continue reading
A Poem for the New York Knicks of my Childhood
Twenty-One Such a bruising game, driveway basketball: hip-checking allowed against the garage, rose thorns stealing the dribble down the left side, crazy ricochets off the low eves, no out-of-bounds except the tomatoes. To win, you risked scraped knees, black eyes, … Continue reading
Two Train Wrecks—Hayden Carruth’s and My Own
I suppose that no subject is new if you have an encyclopedic knowledge of poetry, but I don’t, so I was tickled to find this poem by Hayden Carruth that linked us in an unusual way. Who knew others had … Continue reading
For Levon Helm
(Michael Perkins and I are finishing up work on The Pocket Guide to Woodstock. The sad news that Levon Helm is in the final stages of cancer means that we’ll have to drop the following passage about his Midnight Rambles … Continue reading
Three Poems About Cabins
Poem of the Forgotten I came to this place a young man green and lonely. Well quit of the world, I framed a house of moss and timber, called it a home, and sat in the warm evenings singing to … Continue reading
Two Fish—Elizabeth Bishop’s and My Mother’s
In my early twenties, when my ambition to become a writer was still nine parts yearning to one part writing, I came under the sway of John Updike’s great gift for describing things in painterly detail. For years, I believed … Continue reading
Two Poems About Boys Eating Cigarettes
The Boy Who Ate Cigarettes Some said he lived under the Mill Street Bridge, burning cancelled checks and lotto tickets to keep warm. Other said he stayed behind the town’s tattoo parlor, pushing old syringes up the banisters, just to … Continue reading
Abbie Hoffman on the Woodstock Festival
(From Abbie Hoffman’s Woodstock Nation.) If I had to sum up the totality of the Woodstock experience I would say it was the first attempt to land a man on earth. It took an awful lot of people to pull … Continue reading →