My grandson Tolo organized and filmed a lovely poetry reading last night in which I was the featured poet. I haven't read my work in public in ages.
A young audience, mostly, in an historic spot, the venerable Music Inn, in business on West 4th Street in Greenwich Village continuously since 1957!
Not only were these my stomping grounds in the 1960s, but we learned from the amazing owner Jeffrey Slatnick that on that very spot, the original Indigenous tribes of the area held their pow-wows and planned their rebellion against the Dutch, right where the Minetta river passed on its way to the Hudson.
A magical place filled with musical instruments, a wonderful audience of young poets who gave this geezer a very warm reception. Ana and I were
moved and delighted. Ana took this video of me reading a poem I wrote about Rachel
moved and delighted. Ana took this video of me reading a poem I wrote about Rachel
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I cherish and am immeasurably consoled by your poem published in the New Yorker perhaps 50’yesrs ago, entitled “What lasts”
I cherish and am immeasurably consoled by your comment!
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