… Shortly after the New Year, to get the new year going, I went over to Chelsea to video Dean Kostos in his apartment reading from his new book, THIS IS NOT A SKYSCRAPER, published by Red Hen Press. I’d … Continue reading

… Shortly after the New Year, to get the new year going, I went over to Chelsea to video Dean Kostos in his apartment reading from his new book, THIS IS NOT A SKYSCRAPER, published by Red Hen Press. I’d … Continue reading
… The first time I heard Yoko Ono sing I was tripping on acid. I was tripping with Gloria who had put the record on after we’d been listening to Iggy and the Stooges. This was East Lansing, Michigan, probably … Continue reading
… I saw Dorothy Friedman at the memorial reading for Bill Kushner at the Poetry Project in October, and she told me that she too would like to read some poems by Bill, so I asked her to come over … Continue reading
… Love comes when least expected and love comes like the rain blowing naked over us making us all wet. Love never makes a fuss. As I grow old, love stays forever young returning like the sun or moon, the … Continue reading
I’ve been going through a lot of stuff, throwing out a lot of stuff, and came across this forgotten session, and liked it, was glad I found it, my nephew Daniel and I rehearsing before a performance, January afternoon, the … Continue reading
… Rage, rage against the dying of the light? Or simply say, “It’s getting dark—Let’s go in?” … … Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against … Continue reading