Beat poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti (RIP) reads a poem about his dog

[pesco]

Originally published at: Beat poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti (RIP) reads a poem about his dog | Boing Boing

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[NickyG]

sigh So lovely. This guy…

[Ratel]

101, damn. He knew how to run a book store.

[Papasan]

I worked the North Beach cafe/restaurant/bar scene for 10 years [mid 80’s-90’s] City Lights saved my life, daily, weekly, and with out a shadow of a doubt the single reason I kept my cheese from sliding off my cracker. I hid in the basement, reading odds from the stacks, I drifted away from the insanity of the life I created to one that I wish I had. As the Sun set, I carried myself street-side to
the belly that needed pasta, needed drink, needed … What a sanctuary for my weary mind & soul.

[Lisa_Beebe]

Here’s the poem written out:

Dog by Lawrence Ferlinghetti | Poetry Foundation

[Ratel]

@Papasan

I worked the North Beach cafe/restaurant/bar scene for 10 years [mid 80’s-90’s]

Missed you by a decade. As the tourist ticky-tacky slowly consumed Columbus (I mean it was always there, but) it certainly benefitted but didn’t change. It usually benefitted from me after inadvisable day drinking at Vesuvio’s.

[NickyG]

Haha I have been in those basement stacks, just once, but the memory is even better knowing now that Papasan had been there before!

[Papasan]

I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again
youth’s dumb green fields come back again
and I am waiting
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long careless rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn
to catch each other up at last
and embrace
and I am waiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder

Lawrence Ferlinghetti (1919-2021)

[Anyhoo]

@Papasan

1919-2021

To see what those eyes have seen!

[euansmith]

I like the guy coming with the pallets at end.

[beauwillamson]

‘A Cony Island of the Mind’ was the book both my father and my mother claimed as a favorite, so I picked it up when I was about ten. It blew my mind, and through force of wanting to understand my parents - became my favorite and shaped my life.