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Legend Mason-Dixon Lines P o e t ry B y a l m ag i n ne s Because I know her name from rock and roll biographies and the legendary death of her first husband, because I grew up hearing her voice on my father's folk records, because I love the myths that accompany music almost as much as I love music, I should have gone to see her when she was booked into the coffeehouse run by a church whose articles of faith have been held secret from all but the devout, because better than teachers and classmates I remember those times a line from a song chilled or awakened me from the seemingly endless sleep that is childhood, and she, as much as any, could claim some of those moments. But I did not want to hear her if it meant I would have to be proselytized by shinyfaced acolytes of the brand of salvation peddled there with coffee and cookies, and why would she be singing in such a place if she was not a walker on that secret path. Still, my whole family sang her songs, those quick instances of harmony rising from the http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Southern Cultures University of North Carolina Press

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Abstract

Mason-Dixon Lines P o e t ry B y a l m ag i n ne s Because I know her name from rock and roll biographies and the legendary death of her first husband, because I grew up hearing her voice on my father's folk records, because I love the myths that accompany music almost as much as I love music, I should have gone to see her when she was booked into the coffeehouse run by a church whose articles of faith have been held secret from all but the devout, because better than teachers and classmates I remember those times a line from a song chilled or awakened me from the seemingly endless sleep that is childhood, and she, as much as any, could claim some of those moments. But I did not want to hear her if it meant I would have to be proselytized by shinyfaced acolytes of the brand of salvation peddled there with coffee and cookies, and why would she be singing in such a place if she was not a walker on that secret path. Still, my whole family sang her songs, those quick instances of harmony rising from the

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Southern CulturesUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Aug 13, 2009

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