Above is a copy of the new review in Pittsburgh Magazine of Past All Traps. You can go directly to a browsable copy of the magazine at this link. Many thanks to Kris Collins for his salient review.
Since I've been keeping busy working on a forthcoming chapbook by Ed Baker, a number of local readings, a couple of reviews, getting ready for the new issues of Lilliput, and a backlog half way back to the beginning of time, I'll leave you today with a few songs by Allen Ginsberg, whose joyful gnomishness, which variously chided, challenged, caressed, and cajoled collective human consciousness, I seem to be missing particularly these days.
William Blake's "The Nurse's Song"
Father Death Blues
Hare Krishna Sung to William Buckley
The looks on Buckley's and Ginsberg's faces tell the entire story - there is a kind of ecstatic, astonished bliss on Big Bill's and a ecstatic, challenging bliss on Allen's - truly beauty personified.
In the folded
Red lips of the rose
Please do not place
Any poem which lacks
The fragrance of spirit
translated by Dennis Maloney
the yellow roses
the bull's balls
translated by David G. Lanoue
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Go to the LitRock web site for a list of all 116 songs