Poetry
Poems for Jackson Mac Low: Staying
for Jackson Mac Low,
“tremendous light”, fellow traveller
& that the staying be prolonged of his staying
in the writing, the sounding & rasp & glee
the writing and the staying of the writing
the sounding & the glee of it, the sounding
& staying & glee of all the writing that went into
long permutations & longing in one writing
that he, that particular mind & senses of him
writing, that he be he the writing, then man
prolonged & all that is he, man, in writing
that he be prolonged & staying in the writing
the sounding of it the rasp the glee of it the
mind of it & senses prolonged by it, of him
sounding that sound, the sound that stays
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Anne WaldmanAnne Waldman is the Artistic Director of the Jack Kerouac School's Summer Writing Program.
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