When I was 16 or 17, I encountered the Beat generation of poets. As I’m sure a lot of children in my generation did. I read a lot of Allen Ginsberg. He was my favorite, as a poet, at that time. Using the Dewey Decimal system I scoured the school library reading everything I could about him and from him. Before I even had a really good chance to absorb his work, he died in 1997. His work lived on, but I wanted more from him. Selfish, I know, as if he were writing for some dreadlocked kid in a library alone. His environment influenced him so much. Greenwich Village in the 50s and 60s. The “Bohemian Center.” Where is the present day Greenwich Village? Everything has been gentrified.
Said the developer Skeleton, “Build here till you’re sore!” Said the bohemian Skeleton, “I can’t afford to live here anymore.”
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