© 2012 Don Yorty. All rights reserved.
… On the R subway platform going north at Whitehall Street there is a girder whose peeling paint looked to me like a camel; it inspired me to recite Harlem by Langston Hughes although you won’t get to Harlem riding … Continue reading
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… … Sandpiper The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward, in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake. … Continue reading
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… One night after a poetry reading, Gregroy Corso and I argued about who was the better poet, Shelley or Keats. Gregory thought Shelley was better because according to him Shelley represented the Romantic ideal more perfectly than Keats did. … Continue reading
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… A man flies freaked-out down the street & past me, he spits out something but I jump A PR kid laughs “Faggot!” from doorway of welfare hotel This is New York hang tough far too many pigeons Over 1 … Continue reading
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… A lady’s thrown over the subway, that dark kid In the window, he just stands there, stares I just wear my shirt altho this October morning’s cold 3 guys doing things with bricks, why it’s Joe & Son, Contractors: … Continue reading
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… Bill at eighty the sexy man stays sexy all his life his small room awakes to a wide world full of enigmas surely a happy soul we are in distress this is our metaphysics it hurts for a moment … Continue reading
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… … On Thursday night I took the 6 uptown to the 92nd Street Y to hear Alice Notley read from her new book, Culture of One. I met Bill Kushner there and after wandering the halls we found the … Continue reading
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… … My Sisters So what’s love? I’d watch my 2 older sisters Spend hours in front of mirrors, doing things With their lips, incredible! they’d make Their faces look down this way, up that way & why? I’d hear … Continue reading
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… Here is Bill reading his poem “Fiction” from his book He Dreams Of Waters. … … Fiction If fiction is necessary what am I doing in this torn dress at this very bus stop he signs in a kind … Continue reading
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… Last Saturday, September 4, when the traffic got too noisy at Saint Mark’s, Bill and I walked a few blocks across 14th Street to Stuyvesant Park, on the west side of Second Avenue, sat down on a bench where … Continue reading