This book and this poet started it all for me. I found out that I could write my life, my images, my sounds. Lines from the book pop into my head all the time. This book means the world to me.
Again with my one book of poetry I read per year. And again, it’s the same pluses and minuses I have with a lot of poetry: prose that vacillates between the beautiful and self-indulgent. But the beautiful aspect was beautiful, especially the rich descriptions of outer borough NYC life and living. Some of those will stick with me. The rest are hit-and-miss.