The World Is A Beautiful Place
I Am Waiting
Sometime During Eternity
Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti (b. 1919), U.S. poet, publisher. A Coney Island of the Mind, sct. 15 (1958).
28 Aug 08:55
I loved the eccentricity of his long auto poem. Love his sarcasm? (can't remember the right word) He gets it right. I think there is more pain from ignorance than from any joy. Yes, I like the way he expresses associated hypocrisy. His writing certainly appeals to me.
09 Jul 08:30
10 Mar 11:36
You helped me change my life, I read Poet Of The Streets in Boulder Col. And hit it well people stood up at that coffee shop Penny Lane a few blocks from the Naropa Inst. I was so scared cause the size of the crowd grew because Ann Waldman had a book release up on the hill off Boulder... I ran out to get a half pint of Jim Beam and guzzeled down and nailled your poem did not stuttered at all and I have a stamer. I wish you the best.