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The Winter of Our Disco Tent April 18, 2014: “...the terrible and noteworthy irony...”—H.H. Bancroft. New York City during the war years was, unless you were eating sushi with the Simics, a dark and horrible place. It was as if someone had loaded a leaf blower with copy toner and gone postal. Some of it got onto the 9-pound models’ eyes and they didn’t even blink. The [...] by

Four Failed Revolutions April 16, 2014: Whatcha doin’? The less you know about it, kid, the better. Aw, c’mon mister. I’m writing poetry. Hey, I’ve heard of that. ...Are you a fruit or something? Not exactly. I’m here to bring down the State. What do you mean, like the State of California? The State of California will have to recognize me as its new [...] by

The New York-Montreal Express April 8, 2014: “I can’t keep going back to Montreal”—Lenny Bruce The Montreal poetry scene was absolutely hopping in 2002. That sounds a little ridiculous now, a little Brucian, and I wish there was a New York-Montreal Express to bring me back tonight. It’s 3:16 a.m. in California, 2002 was a lifetime ago, and Kaie Kellough was a touch younger. [...] by

My Education: The NY/SF Poetry Scene in the Aughts April 1, 2014: I miss New York and the poets there and I’ve dreamed (had actual dreams) about stroking through the double doors of the St. Mark’s Poetry Project to silent-movie applause—applause and davening, for Chrissake, as I dash up the aisle to the podium, bobbing in a Salton Sea of undivided attention, and the flaring tips of my Italian sports [...] by

Strictly Amateur January 7, 2014: [Editor's Note: This "Open Door" piece is a response to Tyrone William's post "Amateur Poets and the Academy," posted on Harriet on October 21st, 2013.] When I was a student at Columbia University in the 90s, the street in Morningside Heights was a much different story. There were three 24-hour greasy spoons in a space of four blocks on [...] by