I Saw My Life Go By in the Coyote’s Jaws
I think Dean Young’s poetry looks for inspiration in the mundane.
Struggles with daily life and are caught off guard by epiphanies and
Young’s character’s marvel at the idiosyncratic passage of time, similar
to the way music has the ability to change our temporal perception.
Young’s play with words lends itself to musical interpretations. This
setting tries to capture that elusive bubbling of creativity that wells up
from Young’s unconscious voices.