Categories Poems On Seeing a Non-famous Poet After an Interval of Fifteen Thoughts Post author By Serotonin Post date July 23, 2013 8 Comments on On Seeing a Non-famous Poet After an Interval of Fifteen Thoughts My teeth touch glass as I think of you, your presence. The wanderer of whiskey-tint skies. Tags alcohol, humanity, memory, philadelphia, philosophy, poetry, writing ← In Reverse → Left For Good 8 replies on “On Seeing a Non-famous Poet After an Interval of Fifteen Thoughts” Isn’t that the beauty of words? Everybody belongs. It’s interesting how even when a poem can be about a specific thing for an individual, it still relates to another person’s specific memory. Somehow, this reminds me of my grandfather. I wonder why as well. One could only wonder why. I’ve read up on him, and I’ll have to get some of his work. When you left I went back to the bar, read your book, then wrote this down. This one made me laugh a little. The famous poet was Bob Kauffman, whose works were widley distributed by City lights Press.(Abomunist Manifesto,Second April.) I was sitting in the Coffee Galley in SF and I asked the bartender, “When is Bob coming in?” He said,”He’s sitting next to you.” There were so many glasses of red wine set out that the wine was like a sea. Alexander Marshall email@example.com Share Your Thoughts Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.