I went to a freaky Buddhist grad school for a degree in writing/art. The four week Summer Writing Program was mostly an homage to the Beats and contemporary experimental traditions, with a wide range of counterculture (transgressive? outrider?) writers stopping by. PLW was one of the many fonts of wisdom who lectured, debated, or rambled bizarrely into the wee hours...
I have the strange luxury of having met most of my favorite living writers. Sometimes, it's strangely jarring (such as thinking back to when I thought Hakim Bey and PLW were two separate people and how PLW was utterly unlike the Bey I imagined), and sometimes it turns out that I love someone's work but dislike them--but it's almost always interesting!
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