Once upon a time I thought I'd like to be poet since poetry was the most thrilling, intoxicating stuff in the world.
I still think that sometimes. Here Poets House, in Battery Park City, a contemporary temple to the art of the word. So peaceful and quiet and replete with
so many books it makes your head spin.
So much intensity and such cool book jackets too.
How wonderful to come at the world with the clarity of the child, the lunatic and the poet.
In the olden days poetic types were allowed to have cigarettes with their coffee. They came with the territory.
I know nothing of Diane di Prima, but, from the photo alone, I long to find out.