Category: Steven Gray

“The finest poetry is not ashamed of the plainest fact.” (William Dean Howells) Back in the ’60’s, there was a war on that was tearing the country apart and helping to foment a cultural revolution where the older generation was left in the dust. A number of writers and poets moved to San Francisco during that Read More

There was a record of Moroccan trance music playing in the poetry room at City Lights. Acoustically it was astute, what with William Burroughs having lived in Morocco for many years. People had gathered to hear some Burroughs aficionados read his work on the 100th anniversary of his birth. Peter Maravelis lifted the needle off the record Read More