Traffickwocky, Volume 1: Austin Traffic Poetry & Whatnot
February 16, 2017
5.4 X 8.4 X 0.5 inches | 0.0 pounds
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About the Author
Tex MoPac was born in the backseat of a Greyhound Bus on TX-71. The bus was stuck in traffic. He considers himself the Bard of Austin Traffic. No one else considers him this. After a wonderfully sheltered upbringing in Tiffin, Ohio, he went to Kenyon College to study the "Mundane Movement," a bold new type of poetry. His professors hoped he, like them, would write poems about doing laundry, washing dishes or standing outside of bathrooms dutifully holding their the better half's purse. One day, however, MoPac witnessed a farmer's hay wagon jackknife in downtown Gambier, Ohio, causing a three-car back-up. Ba-bam! - the first traffic poem was born. Mopac Tupac suggests that Austinites love to think they are united in some glorious and hip way: the love of live music, food trucks or college football. That may be true for some, but when you really get down to it, Mopac T. maintains, there is only one true unifying (and horrifying) experience, the abominable monster that seems to grow stronger by the day: traffic. Honk! Honk!