He was the happiest,most awake middle-aged man I’ve ever metIn 1977, I saw Allen Ginsberg read poetry for the first time in fresh York City. I was 18 and already familiar with poems such as “A Supermarket in California”, or but nothing could prepare me for the sheer human power of his presence and delivery. Allen’s voice had an expressive range and gravity that attested to his belief that “the only poetic tradition is the voice out of the burning bush”. Allen seemed like the happiest,most awake middle-aged man I had ever seen. I immediately made an internal vow to be wherever he would be the following summer, helping him however I could, and I made profitable on that vow,becoming his apprentice at Naropa Institute in Colorado while taking classes with other Beat heroes of mine such as William Burroughs and Gregory Corso.
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Source: theguardian.com