The words of the screech owl bleed over the pavements/
and echo down airshafts through the Milky Way...."
This was the opening of a poem by Philadelphia poet,
artist and teacher Paul Grillo about the death of his friend, Beat Generation
poet Gregory Corso, in January 2001. The poem, "Midnight on the Gethsemane
Local," provides a look at Paul's creative vision, an often far-out blend
of surrealism and reality, coloured by the influences of rock 'n' roll, jazz,
foreign films and the music of the street....Read more here
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