I woke up early, pre-dawn because the rain is falling here in my sunny corner of Japan… And gosh, the rain brings back West Coast / Cascadian feelings of wet sneakers walking late night home from punk shows, stop in through impossible alleys, slipping through cafés, bars and bookshops… and while I sit here, just savored the great review of Marc Zegans reading remembering all my visits to San Francisco with so many cultural touchstones across generations, a visit to the Beat museum with warm welcome by Jerry and Brandon, on my way back to the far far west. such a treat to read the nuanced review and think about kindly Marc laying out his poems for the people. Hooray Whitman hooray Williams hooray Ginsberg Biafra Cassady, hooray collard greens, Hooray Zegans.
Dave, reading your note, all I could do was smile. It's such a beautiful contribution to the larger story--I love the image of feeling "wet sneakers walking late night home..." and the way you carry it forward through "punk shows,""impossibly alleys," "cafes, bars and bookshops."
You bring forward the joyous spirit that we share with our literary forbearers and catch all the insight and wisdom of Jonah's review. Reading your words opens up a gentle, mirth filled universe, filled with possibility and delight.
I woke up early, pre-dawn because the rain is falling here in my sunny corner of Japan… And gosh, the rain brings back West Coast / Cascadian feelings of wet sneakers walking late night home from punk shows, stop in through impossible alleys, slipping through cafés, bars and bookshops… and while I sit here, just savored the great review of Marc Zegans reading remembering all my visits to San Francisco with so many cultural touchstones across generations, a visit to the Beat museum with warm welcome by Jerry and Brandon, on my way back to the far far west. such a treat to read the nuanced review and think about kindly Marc laying out his poems for the people. Hooray Whitman hooray Williams hooray Ginsberg Biafra Cassady, hooray collard greens, Hooray Zegans.
Dave, reading your note, all I could do was smile. It's such a beautiful contribution to the larger story--I love the image of feeling "wet sneakers walking late night home..." and the way you carry it forward through "punk shows,""impossibly alleys," "cafes, bars and bookshops."
You bring forward the joyous spirit that we share with our literary forbearers and catch all the insight and wisdom of Jonah's review. Reading your words opens up a gentle, mirth filled universe, filled with possibility and delight.
Just trying to make my little contributions to the human condition as you demonstrate so well and so often.