“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Emma Lazarus, 1883
‘The Americana International Festival does succeed in capturing a certain aspect of the American lifestyle, perhaps more perceived than real’. So says Trebuchet’s Sarah Corbett of the Nottinghamshire event, held in early July.
But then, as the Emma Lazarus lines quoted on the Statue of Liberty attest (at least to the cynic), America never had an issue with believing its own myth.
All Images: Carl Byron Batson
Photographer, published poet, former party animal, body builder, grave robber
to the stars and renowned chainsaw juggler, Carl can often be spotted on his
Harley Davidson pretending to be in Terminator 2. He is also frequently seen in
the press pits of old London town, camera in hand, avoiding being hit by bottles
of wee and crippling his opposition with secret Kung Fu moves.
