Esther. my friend Lisa was ginsberg's assistant when he taught @ bklyn college. he taught poetry in the fine arts dept. it was 1986. he took over for John ashbery who was participating in the "mccarther fellows programs. liisa was working on her MFA at that time. I was going to the college to pick up my hearing aids from the audiology department. they were free of charge to those who allowed students to take you through the entire process. I wanted to meet Allen ginsberg. she told me to stop by his office area @ 4pm.my hearing aid fitting was running much later than I anticipated. I stopped by his office and it was locked. I walked over to Flatbush avenue to Catch the subway. I decided to stop into this amazing bakery for a black & white to soothe by disappointment. there he was ordering a prune danish.that was my first choice but it leaves ones hands too sticky and the B&W was easier to eat on the subway. he noticed my pick and wanted to know if they were any good.i told him they were as good as the ones sold in "Moishe's bakery on 2nd ave. & e.9th st. I told him that the next time I was @ moishe's I would get him one and give it to Lisa to "share" it with him. he said" get two. one for Lisa & one for me. I am a big time nosher as you can see". all I could say was," I love you." I never got to the bakery before the term ended, so, I owe him-xx
another great one, Esther. we should start a poem convo (altho you are so wonderful at your very specific style of poetry that i would be intimidated); we do have similar stories, tho...time/space NY stories. yours prompt mine!
Esther. my friend Lisa was ginsberg's assistant when he taught @ bklyn college. he taught poetry in the fine arts dept. it was 1986. he took over for John ashbery who was participating in the "mccarther fellows programs. liisa was working on her MFA at that time. I was going to the college to pick up my hearing aids from the audiology department. they were free of charge to those who allowed students to take you through the entire process. I wanted to meet Allen ginsberg. she told me to stop by his office area @ 4pm.my hearing aid fitting was running much later than I anticipated. I stopped by his office and it was locked. I walked over to Flatbush avenue to Catch the subway. I decided to stop into this amazing bakery for a black & white to soothe by disappointment. there he was ordering a prune danish.that was my first choice but it leaves ones hands too sticky and the B&W was easier to eat on the subway. he noticed my pick and wanted to know if they were any good.i told him they were as good as the ones sold in "Moishe's bakery on 2nd ave. & e.9th st. I told him that the next time I was @ moishe's I would get him one and give it to Lisa to "share" it with him. he said" get two. one for Lisa & one for me. I am a big time nosher as you can see". all I could say was," I love you." I never got to the bakery before the term ended, so, I owe him-xx
terrific story. as always
Courage... feel I seek it more everyday
Courage Teacher, thanks for posting!
Glorious
another great one, Esther. we should start a poem convo (altho you are so wonderful at your very specific style of poetry that i would be intimidated); we do have similar stories, tho...time/space NY stories. yours prompt mine!
you're a wonderful writer susan. I'd love to start a poem convo with you. (I've had only one husband by the way. and still do !)
thank you. i'd have had one husband too if i could piece him together with parts from all three... and a few others that werent sanctified.