Emjayzee -- a Menominee Indian of the Owl tribe, a Vietnam Vet , a Poet, a Flutist and most often, --homeless--as he would say, by choice. Through poetry and video art projects, I am honored to say I knew Emjayzee for close to 10 year, and his wisdom and friendship are treasured. In the deep of one cold midwest winter, at one of our regular get-togethers, he invited me and his long-time friend and keeper of his poetic legacy, Jane Stevens, to see where he was living at the time- on a golf course in Evanston. He asked me to videotape him, as I had done on many occasions before--I protested a bit, then agreed, and show his story, but to 'wait a bit' till after he was no longer on living on the golf course, since he did not want many people to know his location. Here is a glimpse of his poetry and humor, on location. One of his longer poems was called "My Name" I would often call it "no name." I can still hear his hearty laugh...
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