Ferlinghetti at 100: An Appreciation
Yes, is still alive. And yes, he’s still writing, superbly. On the eve of his 100 birthday—it arrives Sunday, March 24—the poet laureate of San Francisco has produced a delightful little mongrel of a book called . It opens by lulling the reader into believing it’s going to be a conventional memoir and then––it veers into a scintillating free-form riff on…on…on , exactly? Youth and philosophy and aging and death? and and and ? Yes and no and I can’t say for
