“To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing” i
Jul22

“To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing” i

The title of the William Butler Yeats poem “To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing” makes me cringe. Is it kind to encourage a friend whose talent may be nonexistent, or is it kinder to speak plainly, in other words, tell the truth? Friend, it’s my unfortunate obligation to say you have no talent in this area and must give this up, the sooner the better, because you‘re wasting everyone’s time and making yourself crazy and are...

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Carousel Gone
Jul18

Carousel Gone

“I hitch-hiked to Asbury Park . . . when I got there, I was exhausted—” i Carousel gone “No plans, lady, just making the building stable. Keep away from the machine.” Enable me, construction man, to see beyond coarse gritty sand Mermaid vamp and debauch Rests upon a tarnished couch Where goest dream place childhood? Face the ocean where once we stood Soggy foggy July morn Hung over and still forlorn Parking deck hangs undone In the...

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Vanity of July
Jul16

Vanity of July

Tonight it pours for the first time in three weeks In the hot humid heat of July I watch from second floor window As Red Bank streets puddle Girls carrying packages run down narrow alley Boys stand in a doorway ready to make mad dash Happy to see rain wash dry streets For the first time it’s quiet here I like the sound of rain And flash of lightening Thunder Empty waterfront streets I wish it would rain all summer And stay cool...

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Red Banks
Jul08

Red Banks

Train whistles blow past Edward Hopper Early Sunday morning red brick buildings Long sad golden windows whisper intrigues Always watching me The sun sets in the West on the brick and windowpanes As I look down upon the Navesink My heart sinks, sank, sunk What am I doing here on these red banks? What am I doing any place? I woke up and didn’t know where I was Fixx across from my window I fix I fixed I have fixed i Fix the Fixx, a wharf...

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The Burroughs File Filed
Jul06

The Burroughs File Filed

It was my husband’s task to pack the books in the garage. Just take the good ones, I said. As I was  unpacking his selection, I came across a 1929 edition of An Anthology of World Poetry edited by Mark  Van Doren (Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg’s Columbia University English professor) and a 1984 copy of  City Lights Books The Burroughs File. I look forward to what I might find in the other two unopened boxes of books, but this is...

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The Greatest Road Movie Never Made
Jun25

The Greatest Road Movie Never Made

  Brando should have played Dean; Jack’s 1957 letter to Marlon asking him to buy the film rights to On the Road is a cry in the dark night of his tormented soul. Marlon would have been stellar. Think of the young Marlon Brando as Stanley, Johnny, Terry, or even Sky – a guy straight out of the Omaha, Nebraska, heartland – wild, unorthodox, intelligent, rebellious, athletic, and the Zeus of Adonises. Team him with movie-star...

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Big Bill Bio
Jun22

Big Bill Bio

My brow furrows As I check out big, big book on Burroughs This bio is certainly thorough Old wild American Bill Lee Burroughs Miles and miles Pages and pages It will take ages and ages Bill a mad gray hombre of interest Put life to the testiest test An individual Who jumped through no hoops But walked a strange path of his own In an age of political tyranny Enslavement to government Regulations, restrictions, interference, taxes, and...

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Lawrence and Me
Jun15

Lawrence and Me

Clearing out the garage Going through mountains of books Nooks and nooks of books Old English lit books New York and London Harper & Brothers Publishers 1897 Gibbon, Goldsmith, Bentley, Dryden, Coleridge, De Quincey, Wordsworth . . . Bonobos, Silverjones, Rolls, Wetcave, Oilvalley, U Adams, Numbersunworthy . . . And what to my wondering eyes should I find But old friend Lawrence paperback Ferlinghetti-o I say old friend because I...

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