He’s ninety five years old, but he lives.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, more than any of the San Fran Renaissance poets or the Beats they associated with later, is my kind of poet. 637 altre parole
And one last stop before I head back to London, the tremendous City Lights. Get that Telegraph broadsheet! Alternate poetry universe or what? Leaving aside everything Ferlinghetti has done for literature and freedom of speech, any book store that provides a poetry armchair, plus the biggest dictionary I’ve ever seen to leaf through, is to be sung of. Here’s to another 60 years.
“If you were able to speak of him by rules of art, you would have been able to speak of all other poets; for poetry is a whole.” 629 altre parole