… Rochelle Kraut designed these postcards with the poems of poets roaming the East Village in the early 80s. There were plenty of them. Shelley will always have a special place in my heart because she gave me my first … Continue reading

… Rochelle Kraut designed these postcards with the poems of poets roaming the East Village in the early 80s. There were plenty of them. Shelley will always have a special place in my heart because she gave me my first … Continue reading
… It is Time that, after all, doesn’t like a wall. As we all know those that are built to keep people out don’t work that well if indeed they work at all. The Berlin Wall, the Great Wall of … Continue reading
… Written by Hart Crane earlier in the year of his death, and rejected by Poetry, The Broken Tower was printed in the New Republic soon after his suicide on April 27, 1932. Why did Hart Crane jump into the … Continue reading
… There is something about Eternity that has always played on my heart strings. It may be that I heard the poem first read by Tennessee Williams on an LP I’d bought, a Caedmon recording. It is one of the … Continue reading
… I am so happy that I finally got around to recording Bob Rosenthal reading Morning Poems, poems he had written when he was a senior at the University of Illinois at Chicago in the early 70s, poems jotted down … Continue reading
.. … Never until the mankind making Bird beast and flower Fathering and all humbling darkness Tells with silence the last light breaking And the still hour Is come of the sea tumbling in harness And I must enter again … Continue reading
… sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love (all the merry little birds are flying in the floating in the very spirits singing in are winging in the … Continue reading
… Last week, 77 years ago, William Butler Yeats died on January 28, 1939 at Hôtel Idéal Séjour, in Menton, France. His later years remain controversial; he became more conservative as his anti-democratic sympathies grew, as well as his admiration … 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
… “Rage, rage against the dying of the light?” Or simply say as Emily Dickinson said, “I must go in; the fog is rising.” Or as Allen Ginsberg said to his friends, “I always thought I’d be terrified, but I … Continue reading
… I went to Mark Statman’s home in Brooklyn. He shares it with his wife, artist Katherine Koch. They have several dogs, and the dogs, I must say, remained a pretty calm audience throughout Mark’s reading although you might hear … Continue reading
… Kenny Angel gave me this poem book, a tribute to Judith Malina by Ed Sanders. He works on these poem books at his studio on Second Avenue. … … … … …