Coast To Coast AM With Art Bell

Listen to this article

“The tinge of their taut skin
is somewhat grey; their eyes
are like dull, dark circles.”
Wide awake in my bed
(as I was all last night)
I picture the terse travelers.

In a firm, knowing voice,
Art assures his listeners,
the Air Force is hiding the truth.
Scenes of saucers in flight
over Roswell permeate
the pulsars of my mind.

As with spirits and specters
and the fate of Atlantis,
this subject completely consumes.
Could the Nazca plateau,
or solstice at Stonehenge,
mark the way for these intrepid devils?

Gripping hours race past while
tonight’s guest holds forth;
Art opens “800” lines for his callers.
Truckers wax with weird stories of
strange sights in the sky.
Ranchers tell tales of vanishing cattle.

At the cue of mystic quenas,
Art abruptly signs off;
sunlight streams jar my fugitive slumber.
In the stark light, my tired skin
is somewhat grey; my eyes
are like dull, dark circles.

* * * * *

Radio legend and oracle of the other-worldly Art Bell passed away this week — appropriately enough on Friday the 13th. As noted by the Las Vegas Review-Journal, “He was awake when most of the country was asleep, cultivating a loyal following while sharing his fascination with the unexplained on his nighttime paranormal-themed show.” Art Bell was 72.

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3 thoughts on “Coast To Coast AM With Art Bell

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  • April 17, 2018 at 8:39 PM

    Like the poem – very apt…..
    Best of luck with the blog


  • April 16, 2018 at 5:55 PM

    Mr. Art Bell, so sad to hear you have passed…delighted that if you had to go, to go on Friday the 13th, how apropo..

    Many years you have entertained us, delighted us, scared the pee-waddin out of us, and totally intrigued us…

    I can remember listening to you all night in the 1970s whilst in the huge barn, lambing out a band of sheep (1500-2000 head) and having the radio blasting so I could hear your every word…

    Years down the road I also had an overnight rural paper route, 100 miles a night, listened to you every night, and you would not believe the weird stuff I saw, and I wanted to call you and share…No cell phones back then..

    I did speak to you once, and I won’t forget that. You deep voice, your obvious interest in all things bizarre and weird, the odder the better. I bought your books and still have them, enjoyed them all, treasures to be read again.

    I followed along with your marriage to Ramona, your studio cat, and the sad death of your life partner, Ramona, made us all cry. You made us a part of your family and all the little quirks of normal people, living their lives.

    When you and Ramona saw the huge triangular UFO in the desert, we marveled, remembering the UFOs (??) we thought we saw, too. You made it real for us.

    Thank you for your spirit, your fascinating stories and guests, God Speed you to another dimension.

    And, Mr. Bell, now you really WILL know what is “out there”…

    We will all miss you, Art. Tears and goodbyes, until we meet again, “out there”…


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