City lights in San Francisco …

I’m still grinning after reading random lines of Gary Snyder in the Poetry Room at City Lights last night. In a world quickly moving toward e-readers and cell phone novels, it was reassuring to drift among stacks of books and pick up volumes on impulse, graze a few graphs and move on. Wallace Stevens. Hart Crane. Denise Levertov. Lao Tzu. I could almost feel Ferlinghetti’s hot, beat breath on the back of my neck as the smell of yellow pages filled the room and the floorboards creaked beneath me.

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