Author Archives: Angela Chaidez Vincent

Draw a scene. Draw the statue of Frank Wilma. 15. Daylight. Buses. Electric cables. Daylight is weird.  Somewhere Frank Wilma is scratching out his new poems. I didn’t mention that at Donut Land — Little lines about everything that look like one thing. Aztec treasures, life sources, hidden notes. His life, many lives ago —Continue reading “Juan Felipe Herrera – Johnni Capp Street | Notes from Donut Land 15”

A “cruel pointillism” across the nation… can you decipher that? 14.  In 1961 I ambled the Street. The famous 2044 Mission Street I lived in, me and my mother. Get up early. Step downstairs. Turn to the right. The scene is narrow. It could be something by Dufy or Manet or Seurat. Rainy sidewalks, people,Continue reading “Juan Felipe Herrera – Johnni Capp Street | Notes from Donut Land 14”

Can you search your mind and locate it? Try it. What if you don’t have it handy? What is a person’s identity when it is “en potencia?” 13.  Tonight, me and Frank step out of Donut Land. We head to Guadalajara de Noche. A neon lit restaurant on 24th & (probably York Street). Frank andContinue reading “Juan Felipe Herrera – Johnni Capp Street | Notes from Donut Land 13”

What is so special about a Coffee House in a place like North Beach? It is special. 12. For some strange reason when it rains, I walk to Café Trieste on Grant Street, a stone’s throw from Broadway. I’ve passed by there since ’66 when I wore caramel colored bellbottoms — with vanilla stripes. AcrossContinue reading “Juan Felipe Herrera – Johnni Capp Street | Notes from Donut Land 12”

A marshmallow? 11. We usually read poems at Bookworks, on Mission Street. Jack spouts things in Russian, I think. Or it could be Italian. A ton of Jack’s  poems are translated into Italian and probably in Russian. He says, I remind him of Mayakovsky. Look up Mayakovsky. He’s a hacksaw, every word can cut downContinue reading “Juan Felipe Herrera – Johnni Capp Street | Notes from Donut Land 11”