just another ex-jazz-musician/proto-rapper/Jersey-Irish-poet-actor/print-junkie/film-raptor/beat-hipster-"white Negro"-rhapsodizer/ex-hippie-punk-'60s-radical-organizer's take on all things cultural, political, spiritual & aggrandizing
Thursday, August 11, 2016
THOSE WERE THE DAYS MY FRIEND
My sister Irene and me, my closest sibling growing up, she's five years older but the brother between us died as an infant. Our four remaining siblings all died when they were older, so we're the only ones left. In front of our father's home repair business, where I worked from grammar school through high school (after which I left town) and whenever I came back for a visit. She was visiting me at work, sometime I'd guess around 1955.
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I'll be reading my poetry and responding to interview questions from David Lehman and the audience at The New School Poetry Forum, April 25th, 6:30-8PM, Room 510 (Alvin Johnson/J. M. Kaplan Hall), 66 West 12th Street, NYC, all welcome, and it's free.
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THE VILLAGE SONNETS
IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE
IT'S NOT NOSTALGIA
2000 American Book Award winner
MARCH 18, 2003
WHAT YOU FIND THERE
CANT BE WRONG
1997 PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Award "for Excellence in Literature"
ROCKY DIES YELLOW
CATCH MY BREATH
recordings of my reading from some of the books above