A young lady handed me a copy of " Coney Island" in my English class in high school, I was bored to death, but reading this book my mind cracked open like a peanut and I believed I could be a writer & started scribbling down words like a madman & now 50 years later I am still wrapping myself in pages filled with words from a bygone mind
First time I heard beat poetry, Unitarian youth group, 1963. Life has never been the same.
The always prescient & insightful Ferlinghetti !
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