His work fizzes across styles and scenes with an energy that touches on the tang one may experience on a sultry afternoon in Lower Manhattan.
They were voices that drilled into your head and just never left. William had a nasal twang and a Midwestern deadpan wise-guy delivery. John had a voice that seamlessly slid from nagging to opera to harangue, blooming into a Southern accent as he picked up speed.
“Poetry’s basic nature is Mind. […] After it arises in the mind it can take countless forms.” John Giorno
Life is lots of presents, and every single day you get a big bunch of gifts