I think her insistence on dwelling, insofar as she could, in beauty was a way of defending herself against the pressures of hate and injustice and prejudice and degradation—the degradation of our planet as well as the abasement of human beings—and all the things that go into making the dark side of Americans…
Read MoreHave I told you about my honeymoon? It was perfect.
When I stepped out of the taxi into a pile of dog poo, I knew I was in New York City. I slipped out of my wedding shoes and left them curbside, proceeding barefoot in my wedding dress into the Chelsea Hotel lobby. Being so unshod was possible back in the great and late 1960s, the hippie days. The Chelsea was perfectly seedy, stinky, badly lit. I was a poet. Dylan Thomas drank upstairs.
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