is a person in these parts (Minneapolis/St. Paul)) called Larry Long,
a folk-singer, who has long been associated with the river--various
songfests and clean-up projects. His last exploit was some kind of participation
in the Wellstone memorial (they were friendly, or friends). Maybe too
wholesome for the Corpse, but someone you might consult. I have no contact
information, but he shouldn't be hard to find. I wouldn't be surprised
if he has done some filming on the river.
Another person who
will have something to say about it, I think, is Mike Finley, a poet
and ex-columnist for the St. Paul paper. He does a blog--or several
blogs, depending on the way you count. He has a large standard poodle.
They take walks, sometimes along the river, and sometimes Mike chronicles
the resulting atmospherics. Here I can imagine things becoming suitably
dark, river red in tooth and claw, that sort of thing. The dog is odd
all the time.
Mike's contact info:
1841 Dayton Avenue
Saint Paul MN 55104
There are some spoken-word
poets in these parts. One is named Roy McBride. Another of them is the
stevedore in the poem under my signature. (A real stevedore he wuz.)
These people predate the slam movement, but they are theatrical. Roy
McBride will know the name of the stevedore--I forget. I can imagine
little film splices from some of their performances inserted in your
piece. The stevedore, especially, is theatrical (visually). Roy McBride
is one of the main men up here. Mike will know how to get in touch with
Mcbride, and McBride will know how to find the stevedore.
I myself think about
the river, but so far, except for the ancient poem below, I don't write
about it. I'll think some more and maybe get back to you.