Back in the late '60s/early '70s, I was in the audience at two James Dickey readings. He did "Cherrylog Road" both times, and after the line "In the parking lot of the dead", he looked up at us both times and drawled happily, "Isn't that gooood!"
Everything people love about Dickey, and everything other people hate about him, might be summed up in that bit of performance.
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