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''In Goya's greatest scenes we seem to see
Lawrence Ferlinghetti (b. 1919), U.S. poet. A Coney Island of the Mind (l. 20-23). . . New American Poetry, The, 1945-1960. Donald M. Allen, ed. (...
the people of the world
exactly at the moment when
they first attained the title of
'suffering humanity'''
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''freeways fifty lanes wide
Lawrence Ferlinghetti (b. 1919), U.S. poet. A Coney Island of the Mind (l. 20-23). . . New American Poetry, The, 1945-1960. Donald M. Allen, ed. (...
on a concrete continent
spaced with bland billboards
illustrating imbecile illusions of happiness''
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''Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making.''
Lawrence Ferlinghetti (b. 1919), U.S. poet, publisher. A Coney Island of the Mind, sct. 15 (1958).
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Constantly risking absurdity
Lawrence Ferlinghetti (b. 1919), U.S. poet, publisher. A Coney Island of the Mind, sect. 15 (1958).
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of his audience
the poet like an acrobat
climbs on rime
to a high wire of h...
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Dear Micheal,
Its like being large and small, soft and hard, smart and oblivious at perfect intervals. Immortality is living at the equator of duality. Its what you are when you stop and forget to analyse.
You can do it too.
You just have to die a little without dying at all.
When cynicism comes, walk beyond and Lawrence will be there waiting.
Dear Lawrence,
You won't remember me. But I remember you. Harbour Lights Bookshop, forgot which year. We talked about Coney Island and the mind of America.
I remember it so clearly. They tell me you're not around much to check they print your poems correctly. If you've time to write, dropp me a line. What's it like to be immortal?
Michael