Biographilia
I have often thought that there has rarely passed a life of which a judicious and faithful narrative would not be useful. For, not only every man has, in the mighty mass of the world,…
Category: Correspondence
Letter to a Barista
Dear Fräulein Sabine, I read a book I think you might appreciate (as if you don’t have enough to read with your Civil Engineering course and your Higher Mathematics course and your reading Spinoza for pure…
An Out-Going Heart
Earlier today, I unintentionally came across the following writing in response to a prompt I received from Sara Rendell on September 9, 2013. We could learn a lot about having an out-going heart by following…
Sempre Avanti
Dear CaterinaWhat I want— To mediate with you for 60 minutesAnd not a peep from me Our eyes closed I’ll silently chantA mantra to you, for you Quelle surprise … I missed youAnd often did…
Exploring di Prima
Dear Poet. I finally got my Walt class together… maybe you could join us as a guest speaker at some point, tell us what you thought of him. But if you are indeed interested/curious about…
Letter/1522
Robert Henri Makes me think of you! You’re a book-openerA soul-opener A seerAn enlightener A listenerA dare-angel A possibility-generatorA disturber of the official line An embodiment of the operative lineOf Love first Thank you for…
DJs
Dear Zosia, I was playing some Dylan a while ago as I was trying to get my study in some semblance of order. Then I picked his Chronicles off the shelf and opened to the section when…
Our Cup Runneth Over
Sunday night 8 May 2022 Dear Mona, I thought I was done sending you poetry after that April Poetry Month binge. But I can’t resist! The following is from Robert Di Yanni’s book, You Are…
Su Tung P’o, Traveling at Night and Looking at the Stars (NPM, 4.25.22)
Heaven high above, the night air chill,ranged stars crowd the sky, all in proper places,big stars darting rays back and forth little stars busy as boiling water.Heaven and humans don’t meddle with one another —what does…
Anne, Allen, You, Me
National Poetry Month This Day of April 21, 2022Today’s poem: Anne Waldman, Notes on Sitting Beside a Noble Corpse Where would I be without Anne Waldman and Allen Ginsberg? In my own Shimmelstoy way, I…