Nothing's routine about
(ever heard a Howl?),
Indie bookstore owner,
(see The Center for Death
or read it in Routines
before you die sometime),
Patron saint of poets dead & alive,
Lawrence Ferlinghetti --
Nothing's routine, that is, except
maybe this post about him; or,
this post that's not really about him at all, but his autograph. Black felt ink that bled through the next two pages, on New Directions paper.
See, I have it. And you probably don't! Ha. Look at that long slender "f" of ferlinghe#i. Like a strand of escaped spaghetti!
But maybe you have one of his paintings?
|Lyric Escape by Lawrence Ferlinghetti|