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 »
. 9. By the banks of the Seine: paupers & Symbolists
Posted in absinthe, Allen Ginsberg, beauty, Eric Satie, Ernest Hemingway, Gregory Corso, Henry Miller, Jehan Rictus, love lost, Marian Hollinger, Paris, poverty, rain, rivers, shadows, sonnet, tagged River Seine, sonnet, symbolism on May 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My wife Marian was cheated of a life in Paris by Adolf Hitler. Her natural mother, a Jew, whom she never knew, was a performer in the Paris theatre before the war. By 1945, in a state of expectancy, she had fled to Montreal, in all probability to escape the Gestapo sweeps which would have [...]









