Sometimes one poet can cross barriers. Sometimes no one is aware.
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We talk about Jack.
Jack H. is always inside Puccini’s on Columbus Street. Under a deific religious and rebel light, as if Dalí had painted him ascending over Cadaqués. I wave at him. Outside on the street. I keep rollin. The Bear Claw is wonderful.(Jack has created a word bridge from North Beach to 24th & Mission Street.) We all know Jack. You won’t believe this — I’ve walked Columbus street since 1958. Jack is explosive and kind. It happens when we both have a poetry reading. Frank Wilmas too. He is the most explosive. I never mention that. He explodes. I listen. I yap. He listens. Jack is tall, kind and knows every thing about poetry. In particular, Resistance poetry. I like that. These days everyone is talking about Central America. About US Intervention in Central America. Jack leads. Frank Wilma is always on it. Wars have a funny way of repeating themselves.
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