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Foreword by Patti Smith
Intoduction by Bill Morgan
“A zinging, furious output of epistles….”
“Gregory Corso, a uniquely North American inner voice, a true Shelley of Lower Manhattan, born and bred in its dustbin streets (Franz Mazareel’s lonely man in black woodcuts, staggering through skyscrapers’ shadows), yet soaring over them on tough lyric language, Greek in its clarity, a true transmutation of classic Romantic lyric into 21st-century American pillow talk, he’s the last great Beat poet, truth- teller great as Kerouac or Ginsberg, more original than any.”
From a letter to James Laughlin 3/21/60
What a lovely book! The cover is mad! A great cover, should scare even Boris Karloff; really great; thank you; so the bomb had to be else the cover wouldn’t have been; the candle will always be — all good, really a nice looking book, and how funny I felt seeing it, kind of proud and all that, and walked away from the American Express with a silly smile on my face; thanks too for check, I got them both together, and when I went to manager’s office in Amer Express I showed him check and then came up an American tourist who interrupted us and thanked the manager for introducing his wife to some doctor because she was getting too knock-kneed or something, anyway the manager asked for proof if your publishing firm was a secure one, so I showed him the book, and the American said: “Wow! Get that title!” and I said “It’s a happy book, really” and he looked at me kind of oddly and said to the manager “Well, at least he speaks English” and the manager promptly ok’d the check.
|Διαστάσεις||17 x 24 cm|