For context, go here (scroll down for Park Hill analysis), and here.
Friday, June 14, 2013
stripped-to-the-concrete
For context, go here (scroll down for Park Hill analysis), and here.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
a very pretty boy
Allen introduced himself. He was talking about Walt Whitman and I mentioned I was raised near Camden, where Whitman was buried, when he leaned forward and looked at me intently. “Are you a girl?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Is that a problem?”
He just laughed. “I’m sorry. I took you for a very pretty boy.”
I got the picture immediately. “Well, does this mean I return the sandwich?”
“No, enjoy it. It was my mistake.” He told me he was writing a long elegy for Jack Kerouac, who had recently passed away. “Three days after Rimbaud’s birthday,” I said. I shook his hand and we parted company.
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