I have checked out a book from archive dot org, entitled Writing Across the Landscape by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Just reading the introduction I have learned more about this man than I ever knew before. Until today, I mostly read his poems and not much more. Now I know only the barest bones of his life story, but it is a skeleton of fascinating power and feeling.
Usually I don’t read introductions to books because I want to dive into the book itself. But this time I held back, and slowly moved page by page through the front matter, before reaching the so-called words of the author himself. Yes.
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I owe a debt to this artist, writing, traveler, human being. He is was shall be one who inspires me.
Inspired me when I was in high school. At some point (possibly in 1967) I saw a tv documentary performance of some of his poems from Coney Island of the Mind. I was never the same after that. I knew I wanted to write. I knew what I wanted to write. Contemporary verses.
Now.
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I knew that I had my own Coney Island inside my heart. I knew that it had me.
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