Looking for work, I hit the road On a cold wet dawn in October of 1972, in my twenty-second year, my wife Vickie dropped me off on a lonely stretch of highway outside of Rockford, Illinois. We had hit a rocky patch, made worse by the fact that, as I had been on the losing end of a [...]
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. 3. Along a wild stretch of the Calawah: wandering after Han-Shan
Posted in Basho, Calawah River, cedar mills, coastal Washington, Cold Mountain poems, dharma bums, Forks Washington, Gary Snyder, Han Shan, Hoh River, Jack Kerouac, Jack London, logging, love lost, mill injuries, rain, Ruby Beach, Sasquatch, seclusion in the woods, the Beats, Victoria Dickinson, tagged Cold Mountain poems, Gary Snyder, seclusion in the woods, Victoria Dickinson on May 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
. 5. Bohemia on the Mississippi
Posted in Alfred Lord Tennyson, Algernon Swinburne, Allen Ginsberg, Basho, Bob Dylan, bohemia, cats, Christie Wirth, Christine Mack Gordon, coastal Washington, Dante, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Deborah Digges, dharma bums, Dinkytown, Gary Snyder, graveyards, Jack Kerouac, Jerry Rau, John Keats, John Macoubrie, Jonathan Sisson, Ken Kesey, love lost, Marjorie Buettner, meter, Mississippi River, New Formalism, peyote, poverty, Pre-Raphaelites, rhyme, Robin Zander, Robinson Jeffers, Rock River, Rusoff's Books, the Beats, the Loft, used bookstores, Victoria Dickinson, Virginia DeCourcey, W.B. Yeats, William Shakespeare, tagged bohemia, Gary Snyder, graveyards, New Formalists, Victoria Dickinson on May 26, 2008 | 7 Comments »
In later years: amid the bones of bohemia Once I began publishing poetry and some criticism in the 90s, I had hopes of finding the sort of bohemian literary community I had known a decade earlier when I had worked and rather starved in the Dinkytown neighborhood of Minneapolis for a number of years in [...]









