In 2005 I was in a theater in Davis watching a man waving a huge silver-metallic banner back and forth. There was a fork-lift involved,…
I settle into the prism… tone of solemnity… pulse of the window…. – Henri Michaux I was on the second floor of City Lights ,…
“The force that through the green fuse drives the flower / Drives my green age…” — Dylan Thomas When I arrived at the Focus Gallery…
Tanya Olson holds an M.A. in Anglo-Irish Literature from University College, Dublin and a Ph.D. in 20th Century British Literature from UNC-Greensboro. Her first book, Boyishly,…
“The finest poetry is not ashamed of the plainest fact.” (William Dean Howells) Back in the ’60’s, there was a war on that was tearing the…
There was a record of Moroccan trance music playing in the poetry room at City Lights. Acoustically it was astute, what with William Burroughs having…
“Before Enlightenment, chop wood and carry water. After Enlightenment, chop wood and carry water.” – old Buddhist proverb City Lights was so packed that people…
When Time referred to Kenneth Rexroth as the “Father of the Beats,’ he said, “An entomologist is not a bug.” That seems a bit off, though,…
Kevin Prufer is the author of five books of poetry and the editor of four anthologies, the most recent of which are In a Beautiful…
Bossy and controlling women are not hard to find in this country, but I avoid them if I can. One reason my father moved to…