Weekly Waves 35: Chicks who Rock

Happy Father’s Day, here’s a playlist about women who rock curated by @caedwards99 enjoy!!!

 

Cherrylog Road

This post I wanted to share another of my favorite poems, Cherrylog Road by James L. Dickey.

Dickey was born in Buckhead, Georgia in 1923. He would attend Clemson University before joining the U.S. effort in WWII. He served as a Night Fighter in an air squadron in the Pacific Theater and flew over 100 combat missions. After the war he spent time continuing his education and taught and lectured for awhile. He eventually decided, in his words to “Chase the buck,” and he began to work as a writer in advertising. He would return to more personal writing and would publish his first collection of poetry in n 1960 called Into the Stone, and other writings. He would become a national poet Laurette in 1966 and publish his acclaimed novel Deliverance in 1970. He would even have a cameo in the Burt Reynolds starring film adaptation.

Dickey’s writing is known for a sense of primitivism that he envokes even as modern man would like to escape from it. He often in his writing inhabits animals and gives us nature’s perspective. He liked to blur the lines of reality and the dream world and often base human desire.

In the poem Cherrylog Road a young man has parked his bike in a junkyard and is awaiting his girlfriend to come along for a make out session in an abandoned and decrepit auto. While he waits he gathers up some parts for girl to show her dad as an excuse to go in the first place. I love this poem, hope you enjoy it as well. Keep up to date with Mid-American-Culture and follow us on Twitter for fresh content daily and I leave you on Cherrylog Road.

Cherrylog Road

Off Highway 106
At Cherrylog Road I entered
The ’34 Ford without wheels,
Smothered in kudzu,
With a seat pulled out to run
Corn whiskey down from the hills,
And then from the other side
Crept into an Essex
With a rumble seat of red leather
And then out again, aboard
A blue Chevrolet, releasing
The rust from its other color,
Reared up on three building blocks.
None had the same body heat;
I changed with them inward, toward
The weedy heart of the junkyard,
For I knew that Doris Holbrook
Would escape from her father at noon
And would come from the farm
To seek parts owned by the sun
Among the abandoned chassis,
Sitting in each in turn
As I did, leaning forward
As in a wild stock-car race
In the parking lot of the dead.
Time after time, I climbed in
And out the other side, like
An envoy or movie star
Met at the station by crickets.
A radiator cap raised its head,
Become a real toad or a kingsnake
As I neared the hub of the yard,
Passing through many states,
Many lives, to reach
Some grandmother’s long Pierce-Arrow
Sending platters of blindness forth
From its nickel hubcaps
And spilling its tender upholstery
On sleepy roaches,
The glass panel in between
Lady and colored driver
Not all the way broken out,
The back-seat phone
Still on its hook.
I got in as though to exclaim,
“Let us go to the orphan asylum,
John; I have some old toys
For children who say their prayers.”
I popped with sweat as I thought
I heard Doris Holbrook scrape
Like a mouse in the southern-state sun
That was eating the paint in blisters
From a hundred car tops and hoods.
She was tapping like code,
Loosening the screws,
Carrying off headlights,
Sparkplugs, bumpers,
Cracked mirrors and gear-knobs,
Getting ready, already,
To go back with something to show
Other than her lips’ new trembling
I would hold to me soon, soon,
Where I sat in the ripped back seat
Talking over the interphone,
Praying for Doris Holbrook
To come from her father’s farm
And to get back there
With no trace of me on her face
To be seen by her red-haired father
Who would change, in the squalling barn,
Her back’s pale skin with a strop,
Then lay for me
In a bootlegger’s roasting car
With a string-triggered I2-gauge shotgun
To blast the breath from the air.
Not cut by the jagged windshields,
Through the acres of wrecks she came
With a wrench in her hand,
Through dust where the blacksnake dies
Of boredom, and the beetle knows
The compost has no more life.
Someone outside would have seen
The oldest car’s door inexplicably
Close from within:
I held her and held her and held her,
Convoyed at terrific speed
By the stalled, dreaming traffic around us,
So the blacksnake, stiff
With inaction, curved back
Into life, and hunted the mouse
With deadly overexcitement,
The beetles reclaimed their field
As we clung, glued together,
With the hooks of the seat springs
Working through to catch us red-handed
Amidst the gray breathless batting
That burst from the seat at our backs.
We left by separate doors
Into the changed, other bodies
Of cars, she down Cherrylog Road
And I to my motorcycle
Parked like the soul of the junkyard
Restored, a bicycle fleshed
With power, and tore off
Up Highway 106, continually
Drunk on the wind in my mouth,
Wringing the handlebar for speed,
Wild to be wreckage forever.

Things I am Looking Forward to from E3

Hello everybody and welcome back to the Mid-American page. This past week was what every gaming nerd looks forward to every year, E3. E3 is a big gaming conference in which all these big name companies announce new games and release more information on upcoming projects. This years conference really lacked all the “wows” that it normally has. However, there were somethings that looked very interesting to me.

Fallout 76

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As you can tell by one of my previous articles, I am very excited for this game. Bethesda announced this game will have a co-op mode and that the map is 4x the size of the Fallout 4 map (which is freaking massive). This game has the entire West Virginia area buzzing with local landmarks being featured such as Camden Park, the Greenbrier,  WVU, and New River Gorge. The game play looks flawless and will be amazing. Look for Fallout 76 on November 14th.

Elder Scrolls 6

Another big hitter for Bethesda. This is a game that almost all gamers have been waiting for. Unfortunately, we do not know much about it at this time, but we are definitely getting one.

Kingdom Hearts 3

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One of my personal favorite games of all-time. Kingdom Hearts is a Disney game where you go through a bunch of doors to different worlds and will need to help many of your beloved Disney characters. They announced that it will be available on Xbox, which I believe is a first. It looks like Disney did everything they could to add all the new characters and keep the old ones. They even included new vehicles which are actual cars from the rides at Disneyworld. Kingdom Hearts III will hit the shelves January 25th, 2019.

Halo Infinite

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For the love of God, do not fuck this one up. Please. Halo 5 was a damn train wreck. They tried extremely hard to make a love child between Call of Duty and Overwatch. Once again, we do not know much but we are getting a new Halo.

The Last of Us: Part II

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My second favorite game of all-time is getting a sequel and it is much deserved after the ending of the first one. The gameplay and graphics look beautiful, and the story seems interesting. Ellie seems to be a huge player in this and could make this game even more interesting. Look for the Last of Us sometime in 2019.

Super Smash Bros. Ultimate.

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This game looks nothing short of amazing. All the old characters are back and they are bring us some new characters as well. I do not own a Switch yet, but this is going to make me buy one for sure. Gather your buddies and prepare for battle because Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. hits shelves December 7th.

What games are you excited for? Who won E3? Let us know down in the comments! Thank you again for tuning in on another Friday and as always, stay tuned in for fresh daily content from myself and the rest of the Mid-American crew!

 

The Horrors of Traveling

At the time of this post going up, I am either preparing to, or I already have left for vacation. My journey is taking me to the mountains of Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Along with Myrtle Beach, I think Gatlinburg is the go-to travel destination for most Mid-Western families, particularly those from the Ohio-West Virginia-Kentucky tristate area. I, for one, absolutely love Tennessee. The landscape is stunning, the touristy spots are always a good time, the vast majority of the people are very pleasant, and there’s a ton of great shopping and eating destinations (shopping and eating are two of my favorite recreational activities).

However, traveling certainly has its drawbacks. People like myself, being the excessive procrastinator that I am, tend to put off packing until the day they leave for their trip. I absolutely waited until the day I leave to start. Those sharing my traits often tend to not realize they need to go to the store to get some essentials (or in my case, hair spray, pomade, and extra crispy cheez-its) until the very last minute. I have made one trip already and might have to make another one before I leave. Me and my fellow procrastinators also have a tendency to end up forgetting something of great importance when throwing together their luggage, which I almost certainly will. Perhaps worst of all, traveling paired with immense procrastination has prevented me from writing a quality, meaningful post for Mid-American Culture this week. With that being said, once I get back, I hope to detail the highs and lows of my trip in a relatively lengthy piece. Hopefully that makes up for the sub-par piece about all of the problems I have caused myself that you are reading right now. In the meantime, be sure to check out some of the other articles on the page from our awesome writers! See you guys next week. Thanks for reading!

It’s Time For The Reds To Ditch Billy Hamilton

Billy Hamilton has long been shoved down Reds’ fans throats as the next big thing for the franchise. His ability to blaze the basepaths and showcase his stellar glove in center field have occasionally dazzled fans, but, as any frequent Reds-watcher can tell you, his inabilities to get on base and do anything of offensive merit are much more infuriating than his big plays are exciting.

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