By POOR WILLIAM Clarksdale, Mississippi Recently, I had the privilege of taking a covey of local ladies, superbly seasoned with intellect, on a Delta Bohemian® Back Road Excursion. Identities can’t be revealed as they might eviscerate me with a literary quill, and I hate when that happens! These grand dames must and will remain anonymous!
Celebrating Unity and Diversity in the Mississippi Delta
By POOR WILLIAM Clarksdale, Mississippi “Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity!” — Psalm 133:1 The initial Delta Bohemian® tagline: Celebrating the Constancy and Diversity in the Mississippi Delta is still real, true, and spot on, but we are changing Constancy to Unity! Why?
Mississippi Delta Deer Feelin’ Groovy in a Soybean Field
By POOR WILLIAM Clarksdale, Mississippi (VIDEO) Huh? Great White North? Eh? I thought you were in the Deep Green South! Mr. Lil John, his audacious brother Bunny (Platoon), who will likely not speak to me for mentioning him in a post, but maybe it’s ok this time, and I were riding this weekend behind the levee, which […]
Stages of a Cotton Plant
By POOR WILLIAM Clarksdale, Mississippi (VIDEO) We love cotton in the Mississippi Delta. We grow it, wear it, think about it, talk about it and are thankful for it. It is a complicated, expensive crop to grow, but the fruiting process makes for some pretty scenery and the product blesses the whole world and our […]
Planes, Trains & Tractors in the Mississippi Delta
By POOR WILLIAM Clarksdale, Mississippi (VIDEO) The Mississippi Delta ain’ short on modes of transportation and if a seminal sojourner is quick with the iPhone, usually from a moving vehicle, then short, serendipitous captures can make for delightful Delta scenes. Recently, within a couple day period, I was fortunate to capture a plane, a train […]
Whuppin’ Dat Ass Mississippi Delta Style
By POOR WILLIAM CLARKSDALE, Mississippi (VIDEO) Is “ass-whuppin Christian” an oxymoron? You bet! Why is it so many of us give in to our sinful nature when we get pissed off and want to whup (or in my case, try to whup…) some ass when we become angry at somebody?
Being Present
By POOR WILLIAM CLARKSDALE, Mississippi “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?” — Luke 12: 25-26 Memories and future worries are not reality—not really. Memories, in the non-corporeal form of past actions influence the present […]
Blackberry Pickin’
By POOR WILLIAM CLARKSDALE, Mississippi Recently, four of us headed to the hill country around Charleston, MS to do some blackberry pickin’. Joey Young, a local artist, good friend, and important member of the Shack Up Inn and Rust Restaurant team, invited Madge, my daughter Galilee and me to go pick some wild blackberries on his […]
The Mississippi Delta is for Killin’ Snakes
By POOR WILLIAM CLARKSDALE, Mississippi VIDEO During the summer, I chop! I chop weeds and I kill snakes—both kinds—real and unseen in the Mississippi Delta! One cannot chop weeds in row crops next to the proverbial and always present turn row canal and be too afraid of snakes. Canal is a bit of a stretch in […]
The Wisdom of Mr. Davis
CLARKSDALE, Mississippi VIDEO Watch the video to listen to Poor William reflect on the Wisdom of Mr. Davis. His previous reflection about Mr. Davis was in March 2012, titled “Mr. Davis: Work, Home, Church–It’ll keep you out of trouble”
Estate Management with Poor William
CLARKSDALE, Mississippi VIDEO Poor William reflects on Estate Management. More words just seem superfluous. mm [youtube]http://youtu.be/COgchxEggxc[/youtube]
Titties, Chicken Wings, & a Fake Death – Steve Kolbus
Musician Steve Kolbus riding on DB Pedicab with Billy Howell By BILLY “POOR WILLIAM” HOWELL CLARKSDALE, Mississippi – VIDEOS IN POST What do chicken wings, titties and a true story about a woman faking her own death have to do with each other? Steve Kolbus. Steve Kolbus is an iconic local musician, Clarksdale transplant, nice guy, great promoter, multi-vocational window […]
Bluesberry Cafe Kicks Off Juke Joint Festival 2014
By BILLY “POOR WILLIAM” HOWELL (CLARKSDALE, Mississippi) VIDEO IN POST Monday night saw the official/unofficial advent of the world-renowned, 11th Juke Joint Festival 2014 in Clarksdale, Mississippi—heart of the Mississippi Delta and birthplace of the blues. Bluesberry Café, bastion of live Monday night blues in Clarksdale, owned by Carol and Art “Bongo Daddy” Crivaro, had a […]
Thanksgiving! And, to Whom?
By Poor William (Clarksdale, Mississippi) “Whereas it is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favor; and Whereas both Houses of Congress have, by their joint committee, requested me ‘to recommend to the […]
Gator Bait: A True Story
By The Poorest of Williams (CLARKSDALE, Mississippi) Folks outside Coahoma County been rather churlish of late, arguing all about alligators caught in the 700-plus-a-few-pounds category. Well, that ain’ nuthin’! Me and Mr. Lil John been wrasslin’ ones bigger than that for years. I ain’ lying. Ask him? Okay, Captain Safety don’t mess with gators, he […]
Coahoma County Chupacabra: A True Story by the Poorest of Williams
By POOR WILLIAM (CLARKSDALE, Mississippi) I swear I saw him. Last night. Skittering under the hedge. Head big as a fire hydrant, body smooth as a Chihuahua. He had been suckin’ blood from a goat. I know he was, ‘cause that’s what they do. They suck goat blood at night when nobody’s lookin’! Well, I […]
Nuthin’ and Everything
By Poor William (Clarksdale, Mississippi) Nuthin’ can be something, and nuthin’ can be everything, if one’s everything is nuthin’! Nuthin’ and Everything. Two words appearing to be diametrically opposed—nothing and everything—are not as mutually exclusive as they appear. Seeming to be polar opposites, they actually are quite kin.
Hollerin’ Hungry with a Ham on Your Back
By Poor William (Clarksdale, Mississippi) No sir! I cannot take credit for the fine title of this whim. Mr. Lil John McKee, my lifelong vato of less ill repute than I, shares “Colemanisms” with me on relevant occasions. They are birthed, reconfigured or passed along by another childhood friend of ours, who I will not […]
I Was Blowing My Breath Away – a true courtroom poem
Headin’ toward the Shacks On a Monday night Gonna hear some nasty blues That’s just alright The light was waning I had paid my dues Easing off Hwy 61 Ready for some blues I turned onto 49 A bit South of town Makin’ my turn As the sun was goin’ down At the cloverleaf The […]
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