This man's writing has always been a great influence. Another one of my heroes. Another anti-academic. Seems to be finally, 20 years after his death, getting the fame he deserved in life.
Great poet, we even corresponded for a bit back in the mid-70's. Drove down Highway 5 to LA in 1980. My travelling companions went to the museums. I hit Hollywood and Western, to meet him in person. He wasn't there.
Carleton Way. Rough part of town. There was a destroyed VW parked up on the lawn by his front court window. I even walked back down Western and into one of the bars on Hollywod and had a couple of drinks, celebrating my failed pilgrimage. It was a large, dark, fairly empty room. Bar across one wall with a couple of patrons well on their way. Spent the rest of the day walking around East Hollywood taking photos to turn into paintings when I returned up North.
Image One: "Notes on a Failed Pilgrimage" Pastel on Paper 25x19 1980
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