i daydream d.a.levy is in the room next door looking out over a city balcony in summer smoking quietly musing on the fine curve of a woman's legs sliding among taxicabs and hot dog sellers trees shimmering in air
Thanks for the kind words about the poem, Frank. I like it too, and I don't always like my own stuff! levy (along with Brautigan, I feel), was one of the best poets to come out of America in the Sixties--though as I said in the email I sent you, I don't know THAT much about him, having only just discovered him this year (criminal oversight on my part). When I go I hope some kind poet lays a wreath of interwoven doobies on my grave. Midnight dog walkers and graveyard stalking perverts and necromancers will report the eerie sight of a slightly overweight cadaver rising from his coffin and smoking his own wreath under the moon singing old folk songs as he gets more and more twisted (and hungry). Anyone who thinks they understand poetry--especially on the progressive side--but haven't read levy should go out and do it TODAY. There's no time to waste. Start with his internet site (I can't remember the EARL, as it's the place where most of the work is collected). Like mine, your education will be lacking until you encounter him.
Keen-eyed readers will spot a misplaced close-bracket in the penultimate paragraph of that post. What can I say, I type faster than I think. Mind you, my hair grows faster than I think. Since I don't know how to edit comments without deleting them, though, it'll have to stay.
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Thanks for the kind words about the poem, Frank. I like it too, and I don't always like my own stuff! levy (along with Brautigan, I feel), was one of the best poets to come out of America in the Sixties--though as I said in the email I sent you, I don't know THAT much about him, having only just discovered him this year (criminal oversight on my part). When I go I hope some kind poet lays a wreath of interwoven doobies on my grave. Midnight dog walkers and graveyard stalking perverts and necromancers will report the eerie sight of a slightly overweight cadaver rising from his coffin and smoking his own wreath under the moon singing old folk songs as he gets more and more twisted (and hungry).
Anyone who thinks they understand poetry--especially on the progressive side--but haven't read levy should go out and do it TODAY. There's no time to waste. Start with his internet site (I can't remember the EARL, as it's the place where most of the work is collected).
Like mine, your education will be lacking until you encounter him.
Keen-eyed readers will spot a misplaced close-bracket in the penultimate paragraph of that post. What can I say, I type faster than I think. Mind you, my hair grows faster than I think.
Since I don't know how to edit comments without deleting them, though, it'll have to stay.
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