I've read a lot of Daphne's stuff in the last few years, but this poem remains memorable to me. Maybe it's because I've never seen her live - but her voice makes this real, makes it matter more to me.
I wish I knew the title. I've looked a lot and cannot find it.
A woman from the audience asks: 'Why are there so few women on this panel? Why are there so few women in this whole week's program? Why were there so few women among the Beat writers?' and [Gregory] Corso, suddenly utterly serious, leans forward and says: "There were women, they were there, I knew them, their families put them in institutions, they
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stuck in an unnamed place half way between love and in love, you call me late at night and ask if i'm sleeping. i tell you, i'm writing. you ask about what? love, i say. ( Read more... )