Looks like I’m on a Galway Kinnell kick. The poems I’m reading at the moment are about the Lower East Side. It’s kind of cool because I lived there for most of my time in NYC since the late 80s until last year. Many of the places he mentions in his poetry just don’t exist anymore, they began disappearing in the 90s. Big business has seen fit to push folks (and their businesses) out who have been living there for generations. Granted, some of the places have just begun falling away on their own, tenemant buildings fall to dust eventually . . .

The Avenue Bearing the Initial of Christ into the New World

The River that is East