The Day on Fire
sweeping the streets I never owned
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Beat Postcard #10: Joanne Kyger
Joanne Kyger, Almora, India 1962
Reading a guidebook, overlooking the Himalayan Mountains
The one on the rock still lives. She's a poet.
Married to Snyder then to another, how do you think it feels to still be alive after so much has gone?
She still has to face the audience. She can be seen, smile cracking at dedications, a walking relic that dignifies a religion not of her making.
A humanist totem or voodoo doll for the new age.
Whose name does she put in all those books. I hear she still can't bring herself to discuss Cassady. Don't blame her.
How? How does it feel to still be alive
after so much has gone?
Michael K. Gause
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