Monday, August 6, 2012

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The man makes me laugh and cry and nod my head ecstatically "Yes!" through the tears. They just don't make them like this anymore.

I, too, didn't choose to become a poet. I wanted to paint. To sculpt. To write ANYTHING but this. Yet every day I sit at my writing desk and these words come out of me.

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