National Poetry Month: Gary Snyder
Hay for the Horses by Gary Snyder He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the Dangerous Mountain roads, And pulled in at eight a.m. With his big truckload of hay behind the barn. With winch and ropes and hooks We stacked the bales up clean To splintery redwood…
I Saw The Best Minds of My Generation…pinned to a lapel?
https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/GarboBlues?ref=l2-shopheader-name “All your heroes are here! Jack Kerouac, Alan Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thomson.” But where’s the Ferlinghetti?