Anne Waldman
Fast Speaking Woman — Poet of the Electric Word
Poetry’s a throat-event—come catch the current.
My voice isn’t just sound; it’s a live wire. Co-founded the Kerouac School with Ginsberg, not to canonize poetry but to let it howl. Paper talismans, scarves in mid-air swirls, syllables scored like jazz—teaching isn’t a lesson here, it’s a séance. You think a poem’s a page? No. It’s breath, it’s a spell, it’s the room’s collective pulse. We chant till we’re raw. We edit manifestos over coffee black as the page margins. Burroughs’ postcards stare from my desk. My notebooks? Sheet music for storms.
What I'm Into: Naropa’s hum at dawn, Ginsberg conspiracies, paper talismans, chanting till the rafters shake, raw notebook scores
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