Long live ink on the page
Bob Dylan told us the times were changing, and indeed they were. The late 1960s and early 70s put a huge curve in the road of American consciousness along what, until that time, had been the straight and narrow. Put another way, Wally Cleaver skipped town and left the check for Beaver. A great many people were tumultuous and hungry and some were reckless - but they were not afraid. Others were more settled and not so breathless. They were content for the most part except when the hungry ones threatened their beliefs in what was right. To put at risk everything they'd sacrificed for was out of the question for the settled ones, and fearlessness was in them all. Poor Beaver. Poor us.
That then, was the time when Tom Tracy first began to find his words; against a backdrop of moon walks and Malibu. Between love and not-so-much, or this page and the next. Writing for him was a way to hold onto somewhere he couldn't stay, to catalogue his impressions or to claim as his own what he could not keep. It still is.
Now, Tracy shares with us a unique collection of poems, prose and haikus that are sometimes tough to put a finger on, yet somehow familiar in an uncanny way. Catching the Light Anyway seeks to rouse the undefined remembrances that we all carry with us and take them along for a tasty little spin down 2018th Street.
