Elvis, Graceland and seven haiku by Michael Leach
Poet Michael Leach riffs on visiting the Elvis exhibition at the Bendigo Art Gallery.
Poet Michael Leach riffs on visiting the Elvis exhibition at the Bendigo Art Gallery.
If I wasn’t listening to the cassettes via my Walkman, then I was insisting we play them in the car. I didn’t know much about Elvis at this point. I hadn’t seen any of his iconic moves until a kid impersonated him during a segment of Red Faces on Hey Hey It’s Saturday. I figured if that kid could do it, then so could I.
What the world needs now is more of this. More sultry men steaming up your computer screen as you scratch out a living in this Covid-19 world.
David Oke Graceland, Memphis, December 2013 Before entering the Graceland tour I explained to my sons that we were about to enter holy ground, that there are people here who worship Elvis. “In other words,” I said, “Show some respect.”
David Oke Sun Studio, Memphis. December 2013 We had been given strict instruction to not touch any instruments. The piano lid was open. The piano stool awaited. Will I or won't I?