Louis Armstrong once said, ?Marijuana is an assistant, a friend.? These poems riff off that theme, a fifty-year-long set of improv-collaborations between two old friends, Miss Mary Jane and her man, Sam.
Poems too of a classicist, on familiar terms with Sappho, Archilochus, Horace, Socrates regulars in the audience along with Miles, Billy, Bessie, Woody hard listeners for poems that are bluesy, bopsy, beat. Whitmanesque, funny, generous, passionately committed, intellectually rigorous, sometimes savage poems from Brooklyn, America, Greece, London? in-your-face poems. And always poems composed not in the head, but ?on the breath.? Poems that can only?the author insists? be read aloud
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