Well, we are here in Milwaukee. Just spent the past two afternoons with my favorite living poet, Bob Watt. I first found his poetry about two years ago, a random article on the internet had one of his poems, I liked it, so I searched, and then found one of his books in the rare books section at the Columbia library in Manhattan. Then I found a few more at the rare books public library downtown. He is a funny poet. The best living poet I have read. Been planning to find him when we came to Milwaukee. It only took three people to get to his house. First I asked where River West was (where I found out he lives), got directions and went. Stopped at a coffee shop in the River West neighborhood, asked, ‘do you know Bob Watt?’, she said ‘I see his car around, red with a lot of junk glued on top’, I asked her where the nearest book store was. She said ‘on locust’. So we went to the bookstore on locust (really awesome and full of rare and limited edition books for cheap: Woodland Pattern Book Center; 720 East Locust St.) and Carl, working at the desk, knew Bob Watt, in fact, he used to be his next door neighbor, so he gave us directions. We went right to his house. Couldn’t miss it, a sculpture garden out front and a red car with all sorts of stuff glued on top, including a sign that reads ‘fear no art’. Bob Watt was just getting out or in his car as we pulled up. I walked on over, said, ‘hi, are you Bob Watt?’ he said, ‘that’s what they say’ we shook hands, and from there on we were friends. He invited us into his house, FULL of paintings, and sculptures and papers and junk. The Bob Watt museum. He talks like his poetry and we got a poetic tour of his two story house filled with piles of paintings of indians and cows and naked women and more. Me and Forrest were entranced. It was surreal. Bob Watt started pulling out all sorts of poems and art books for us to take with us, and thus I began my collection of Bob Watt’s poetry and art, now far larger than the entire new york city public library system. His publisher, John Reilly, called while we were there, and Bob put me on the phone with him. John said he had a few of Bob’s books, and he’d come over. He ended up giving me the very first book of Bob’s poetry that had intrigued me at the Columbia library, ‘This Insults Women II’. Well, we hung out with those two for a good three hours, and Bob said we could stay the night. We ended up parking in front of his house and using his bathroom and sink our whole stay in Milwaukee. Bob Watt wrote a poem about us (bottom of the page). We watched a few films, read a lot of his poetry, bought a few paintings, and he piled even more art upon us, including pages and pages of poetry and collages, much unpublilshed. We ended our visit by tracking him down at McDonalds, the morning we left, where he meets his group of friends every morning to get the day started with chatting and newspaper reading and poetic musing about the funny world. We left feeling uplifted from Milwaukee and Bob Watt. Forrest said, ‘Bob Watt is the sun and all these planets of weird people revolve around him’. Well, we were drawn to the sun. Faith in Bejaypers and sure in Begora. If you are ever in Milwaukee, you should drop by and visit this wonderful man.
2469 N. Dousman, Miwaukee, WI
414-265-5556)
Druidbooks@gmail.com
Jamie and Forest
by Bob Watt
They blew into Milwaukee from NY
found us with three stops.
They are beautiful beyond reason;
Jamie modeling with us, Reilly, Dick Nelson here.
Musicians on a national tour
they liked the poetry and the paintings
came right out
said we are some of the best poets in America.
I see them,
like the pope and angels,
America needs them,
they should have wings
as the world evolves they will bring on these wings.
