I read Hart Crane today--sections from The Bridge: the proem "To Brooklyn Bridge," "Cape Hatteras," "The Tunnel," and the final section, "Atlantis" (The Bridge: A Poem by Hart Crane, Liveright, 1970). I will confess that I've never actually been able to read The … [Read more...]

Three things about Zuccotti Park today:1. Everything that counts was still there, after last night's extreme weather ordeal of snow, sleet, and floods of icy water. There were throngs, with drumming, Halloween costumes, a woman on stilts, the usual cast of … [Read more...]

I only froze for about half an hour today. That was the length of time it took to walk to Zuccotti Park from the Rector Street "R" stop, read two Allen Ginsberg poems--"A Supermarket in California" and "America"--have a brief conversation with the Library Comrade, … [Read more...]

It was a good day in Zuccotti Park. The sun was out, which mattered quite a lot after last night's lashing rain, despite frigid temperatures that gradually softened as the sun crept between the highrises. The Mean Cops were out in force, one of them looking about 7 … [Read more...]

There was something very exhilarating about speaking Muriel Rukeyser's visions of "The Outer Banks" into the wind and rain at Zuccotti Park today. I felt them torn from my lips and swallowed up by the elements. Highly unlikely that they would find a listening ear, … [Read more...]