Maybe it started with driving the motorcycle through a barbed wire fence at 60 mph. Or maybe it was the not-so-casual fling with the preacher’s wife. Or perhaps it was when, nineteen years old and hitchhiking the whole wide nation, in a glimpse of the Gods, his spirit expanded to all the infinite edges of a Wyoming roadside. Whatever the cause, Bill Mason’s life was driven by Art: Art that nearly killed him, Art that was his soul. It can be dangerous to be poet/novelist. It is a good story that defines love as the life-long affection of a soul mate, the belief of a child, the passions of the flesh, and, the blessing of the Gods. And, oh yes. God of the Poets reveals the purpose of your life, dear reader.
