Coolidge attended Brown University, where his father taught in the music department. After moving to New York City in the early 1960s, Coolidge cultivated links with Ted Berrigan and Bernadette Mayer. Often associated with the Language School his experience as a jazz drummer and interest in a wide array of subjects including caves, geology, bebop, weather, Salvador Dalí, Jack Kerouac and movies, Coolidge often finds correspondence in his work. Coolidge grew up in Providence, Rhode Island and has lived, among other places, in Manhattan, Cambridge (MA), San Francisco, Rome (Italy), and the Berkshire Hills. He currently lives in Petaluma, California.
This is a book I read one night cover-to-cover when staying at a friend's house in DC, this, instead of sleeping. It's not an easy book to find out there, and of course it makes SENSE since it's so fucking good no one in the right fucking mind gives it up to used booksellers.
Well, finally, years later, I found a copy in a used bookstore. Man was I CRAZY when I saw the spine, high for HOURS that I found it, found it, found it, and could read it again and again. Poems like--
FIGURES
Heavy greens in the greys made the flatness corner itself. And the hand was in copper before we could stand it. At the lever stood a man who dealt in coal. He lightened the heft of any joke we could touch a candle to. Any thing worth its salt would not remain for the shame, the sandlewood and varying sea. I expect you to relate to me all the things you could hope to miss. Later came the kiss, and its entanglement with rope. And on the island stood a soap in love with its margin.
Then there's the marvelous 18-part poem "TWO OR THREE THINGS," and I think I'm in love with just about everything in here, yeah, I'm pretty sure about that. The only thing I don't like is that whoever owned it before me underlined some things, and that's annoying, but not Mr. Coolidge's fault of course. Although I wish he had said somewhere at the front of the book DON'T UNDERLINE ANYTHING BECAUSE IT'S ANNOYING!