You can’t separate the air. It’s an aquarium/Of paradise for practitioners. Poetry is better/When you’re living it. Put it on my tombstone./This Is Gloucester. Cut the grass with scissors. – Vincent Ferrini’s Last Words
It all started when Max Blagg did a Gap jeans ad. Then the slammers did the X-Treme Games ad. MTV ran a series of intersticials – what were they called? Marc Smith refused the mattress ad. And I turned down a German cigarette ad. A crew of us did CISCO internet ads. In the ’50s, Ken Nordine was hired by a paint company – you can hear what he did on the album “Colors.” Ginsberg, who actually worked in an advertising company early on (as did Warhol), modeled chinos for Gap – he made them put “All money from this ad benefits Naropa University” right in the ad. Spalding Gray for Rockport Shoes? Yup. It happened. “Personals Ad” by Allen Ginsberg.
Wandering through Vincent Ferrini’s house, now the Gloucester Writer’s Center, it’s all Gloucester in a single room! Charles Olson wrote the Maximus poems here. Vincent handles the Minimus. I’ve got a week’s residence to compose what’s left after those guys.
"In times of crisis, Poets lose words. Find them here."
**Monday, September 8 at 6:00 pm at Bowery Poetry Club**
Eleven noted New York poets respond to a decade of Todd Stone’s paintings of the destruction and rebuilding of the World Trade Center site. Come see the short documentary film and hear 9/11 Poems from the cast at this FREE event!!!!