The End of the Road
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Mon April 7, 2014

On The Miserable Road: The Poetry of I-95

Inspired by I-95: A.R. Ammons was on I-95 when he saw the inspiration for one of his most decorated works.
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Interstate 95 inspires more than just four-letter words, it turns out.

Twenty five years ago, poet A.R. Ammons and his wife were driving home from a visit with family in South Miami. Somewhere north of Dade County -- on I-95 -- Ammons looked out his window and there it was: one of South Florida’s infamous mountains of trash.

Garbage: A Poem was born.

garbage has to be the poem of our time because
garbage is spiritual, believable enough

to get our attention, getting in the way, piling
up, stinking, turning brooks brownish and

creamy white: what else deflects us from the
errors of our illusionary ways...

(beginning of section two of Garbage: A Poem)

Garbage is a 121-page-long poem that won Ammons some of the top prizes in poetry, including the 1993 National Book Award.

While Ammons himself wasn’t from South Florida, the origin story for Garbage does illustrate something interesting about the life poetic in South Florida.

“One of the things you do as a poet is you write about the landscape around you,” says poet P. Scott Cunningham, who runs the O, Miami poetry festival happening all this month. “But I think the dilemma you have as a poet in contemporary Miami is that a lot of the landscape that you’re exposed to everyday is from your car.”

Along with O, Miami, WLRN is asking for your poems about places that mean something to you in our This Is Where poetry contest. The poems must contain the phrase “this is where.”

And they certainly do not have to be about I-95 -- after all, that is where most of us lose our minds -- unless you’re Victoria Warren Jackson, a teacher and writer who lives in Miami Gardens, works in Coral Gables and is stuck in rush-hour 95 traffic both to and from work.

“I don’t feel stressed, I don’t get upset,” Jackson says. “It’s just a really good, relaxing moment.”

When it was pointed out to Jackson that she was likely the only person on the planet to utter such words about I-95 she laughed.

Teacher and writer Victoria Warren Jackson.
Credit Kenny Malone

“I guess I’m just making the connection between the feelings that I had as a five-year-old that I-95 leads to a good place.”

When Jackson was five, her family moved from a small town in Georgia to Carol City, seeking more opportunities.

Jackson still remembers seeing an I-95 marker right before their highway exit. That was her “Welcome to Miami” sign, she says.

For WLRN’s “This Is Where” poetry contest, Jackson submitted the following:

 

Hear Victoria Warren Jackson read her poem I-95.

I-95

by Victoria Warren Jackson

This is where it all started,

Dark night, long road, stars in the sky,

The eyes of a five-year-old girl filled with tears,

Bright morning, sparkling eyes, 5-year old girl happy once again,

Traveling in Florida, starting a new life,

Searching for hope at the end of a trip,

Traveling down I-95,

This is where it all started.

A brand new city for a family,

Dreams anxiously awaiting release,

Riding down I-95, This is where it all started.

Welcome to Miami,

On a street leading to a golden future.