It was at a party for William Burroughs on Manhattan's West Side that I FIRST met Allen Ginsberg. The party was given by someone I did not know to celebrate the publication of Naked Lunch. Or else it wasn't. My memory of those times is as hazy as the marijuana-smoke-filled rooms of the Lower East Side.
Wow, I've been away a while. Still recovering from the ordeal of organizing a fiction/poetry reading last month -- it went *great*, by the way, and we're already thinking of doing it again. Here's a bunch of pictures from the event. (I even centered my text on this page, suck.com style, just because I've been in a wacky mood and it looks kinda cool.)
Lots of good new Beat stuff out there. Let's see ...