Sublime

Swift liked to sit in taverns on greens listening to the talk of teamsters and coachmen. Just so Stephen Crane had sat by the hour in Bowery saloons, fascinated by the rhythm and tempo of living speech,

“You suggested the beats, so that’s who I’m reading. I got an anthology at the college bookstore. Ginsberg, Snyder, Corso, Ed Dorn… I love him… Lawrence Ferlinghetti…

Frank read the ‘talking asshole’ section from Burroughs’ Naked Lunch. Frank and Burroughs were pictured together at the event in Rolling Stone; later, over dinner, they discussed the possibility of

When you come to one of the many moments in life where you must give an account of yourself, provide a ledger of what you have been, and done, and meant to the world, do not, I pray, discount that you filled a dying man’s days with a sated joy, a joy unknown to me in all my prior years, a joy that does not hunger for more and more but rests, satisf