took a long walk with nicholas thru midtown yesterday. he had a great time watching all the various hippies, hipsters and yuppies about. weather couldn't have been nicer, mid-70s F and sunny, so much like spring. anyway, stopped at richard hansen's bookstore for a nice visit. one of hansen's specialties is mimeo-era poets and poetry, poets such as d. a. levy, tom kryss et al. so there was a levy celebration a couple of months ago at hansen's bookstore, the book collector. for the occassion a local poet's press, polymer grove, published two beautifully designed chaps of levy's work. i devoured the collection miniConcrete, which contains some of levy's vispo and concrete work. the pieces here are reproduced as if from a mimeo, so that the images are slightly fuzzy and a bit worn, which, for me, adds to their power. it truly is a shame levy died so young, since i think his poetry would've become more shapely, the craft better hued, without losing its vigour as he aged. i'm thinking of his textual poems here, his vispo, tho i don't know if it was fully developed, to my untrained eyes, sure is disciplined shit.

in other news, found thom donovan's blog, who i think is a powerfully good writer, and takingthebrim is now reactived. and i watched, more like shuddered thru, last night myra breckinridge, and early 70s vehicle starring racquel welch and the movie critic rex reed as the same person, who undergoes a sex-change operation in order to trump gender roles in hollywood. at least i think that's what the film was about. it's a fucking mess, without any direction, shitty editing, and surely an embarrassment to those principals who slummed it in order to collect a check. good concept, it is allegedly based on a novel by gore vidal, but the film is quite simply one the worst i've ever seen. sure i'm a masochist when it comes to films, but shit, you can smell this one coming a mile away.

peace out