Vachel Lindsay's "Boomlay, Boomlay, Boom" was used as an example of onomatopoeia when I was in school. Now, the poem "Congo" is a relic of old views of race and culture. I live and write from the small town of Huron, Ohio. Last Sunday, there were at least two benefit concerts scheduled, but the crowds showed up for an implosion of a milling plant.  We are not used to so much traffic! Estimates are that there were 20,000+ who showed up to hear the sounds and see the crash. Fortunately, I only had to walk a block to my vantage point, then spend an hour afterwards seeing the gridlock in front of my house.

Now, if we could just get people excited by the sound of words!