[This poem appeared on Poet.Org's "Poem a Day" on June 25, 2013. The poem remains on the site, but the commentary has been removed.]
Why I Am Not a Buddhist
Reality cons me as it spur(n)s me. This is the road to eternal Consanguinity, eloping with Hope and leaving me to pick Up the proverbial bag. But that's the argument for.
I donated my collection of literary magazine along with many chapbooks and monographas, to the Penn Rare Books library. These maerials have now been catalogued. (Soon to be added to the collection is the vast inventory Penn acquired from the Gotham Book Mart.) Here are some links:
In May 1972, the artist Gordon Matta-Clark installed a dumpster in front of 98 Greene Street in Soho (Manhattan). The work was called both "Open Space" and "Dumpster." The Dumpster was filled with construction debris and other material, formed into three corridors. For Ted Greenwald's contribution to the installation, he created a special audio work. Greenwald installed a tape recorder on the delivery truck for the Village Voice, his long-time day job. Six reels were recorded. One of the tapes, featuring the most dramatic action of the day, was stolen from the cab of the truck: in the middle of Times Square, mounted police galloped up to a subway entrance, tied their horses to the entrance, and ran down into the subway.
