It's a Saturday. My To-Do list waits expectantly on my desk, pen nearby and ready to cross out my accomplishments. But really, I feel like doing nothing. Nothing at all. I could do nothing more often, if not for the guilt. We're supposed to DO something, right? Be PRODUCTIVE. Get our chores . . .
City Lights may well have the richest literary heritage of any independent bookstore in the United States. Inhale, and breathe in the history of Beat literature. City Lights is, arguably, where it all began. In San Francisco. It was founded in 1953 as a bookstore-publishing house by poet Lawrence . . .
New Mexican Mountain by Robinson Jeffers I watch the Indians dancing to help the young corn at Taos pueblo. The old men squat in a ring And make the song, the young women with fat bare arms, and a few shame-faced young men, shuffle the dance. The lean-muscled young men are naked to the . . .
Come along with me on a trip back in time to a neighborhood that vibrated with creativity of all kinds: Greenwich Village. On a rainy spring day a group of girlfriends and I did a tour of the Greenwich Village haunts that played such a huge role in the Beats generation and the early days of the . . .
I was just two years old when Poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti founded City Lights bookstore in North Beach section of San Francisco. It was 1953 and no one could have predicted where the Beat movement would take literature. Ferlinghetti is now 94 years old--still alive and kicking in San Francisco. He . . .
Damaged, creative, crazy soul-- I love Sylvia Plath and can't get enough of books by and about her. Her journals? OMG, the words in her journals are lively, active, evocative, descriptive and her concepts come out fully formed. IN HER JOURNALS. My journals have always been full of dully written . . .
We're constantly in the process of creating our story and just like any writer, can choose to add or delete scenes at will. I believe this is true, regardless of other people or of things that seem beyond our control. New beginnings can be created; new endings can be devised. We can choose whatever . . .
I don't know why I love this so much, but I do. Maybe it's because I can look at it and see entire stories. Spartan rooms with old, scuffed wooden furniture. A double bed mattress that sags in the middle. Small, limp pillows with cheap, rough cases. An air-conditioner that clanks . . .
from collage by Laura Kennedy I dreamed that you bewitched me into bedAnd sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.(I think I made you up inside my head.) -Sylvia Plath Oh, such a doomed woman, but still, I love Sylvia Plath. She was doomed by her love for Ted Hughes and . . .
Acqui Terme / Italy Chant Hold me hard light Soft light hold me Moonlight in your mountains fold me Hold me hard light, soft light hold me ~Leonard CohenI've been reading a lot of Leonard Cohen lately,one of the newer biographies about him and alsohis selected poems.It seems like just . . .