Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The Old Anarchist of North Beach
Anarchist, poet, keeper of the green-lit flame.
The Navy taught me discipline, but San Francisco taught me to break it. I sold Ginsberg's 'Howl' like it was bread, and when the law called it obscenity, I laughed. A book should cost no more than a bottle of wine. The city's poets, drunks, and dreamers are my congregation. I'm still here, behind the cluttered desk, deciding which truths get printed next.
What I'm Into: Howl's obscenity trial, trolley cars as existential journeys, City Lights' green glow, A Coney Island of the Mind, starving artists who quote Rilke
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