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Baggage

“I’m taking this trip from Mexico City to the Gulf of Mexico and back without any bag or person– only what I can carry in my pockets.  The need for baggage is a form of insecurity.”  ~Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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It Is Important Not to Know

Lawrence Ferlinghetti on the benefits of travel: Sometimes it is better not to know anything about a country when you visit it. Especially it is important not to know its language or languages. Thus every sound, striking the ear like a small bell or animal cry, without any associative meaning, takes on the immediate quality …

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But in your dreams, whatever they be…

Another excerpt from Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s travel journal, Writing Across the Landscape, © 2015: NIGHT OF MARCH 6 (1972), IN NADI MOTEL– So noisy couldn’t sleep all night. Like a train station: trucks roaring past, people talking in hotel, doors slamming, etc., etc. Bad dreams… 7:15 a.m. we fly out to Australia. Possible that our waking …

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“I’m tired of waiting for Godot.”  ~Lawrence Ferlinghetti, in Junkman’s Obligato ©1958

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“I don’t see him.”

A Q&A by Lawrence Ferlinghetti following a poetry reading in 1960: Question by a serious student before a huge crowd at University of Vermont conference: “Sir, how you stand on fornication?” Answer: “As for fornication, I very seldom stand; I lie down.” Second question: “Do you really think Christ is dead?” Answer: “The way the …

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Coca-Colonization

Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s travel journals read, not surprisingly, very much like his poetry. This excerpt from Writing Across the Landscape (© 2015) records his thoughts attending a poetry conference at the Universidad de Concepción in Chili, in the early part of 1960: The impression I have is that a great fat omnivorous crab named United States …

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A Beautiful Place

I came across a trove of Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s books at the used book store. I have to be in the right frame of mind to enjoy Beat Poetry.  (Ferlinghetti denies he is a Beat, but at the very least there’s a kinship.)  Anyway, I guess that’s where I am at the moment.

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Whatever It Was

Let’s go Come on Let’s go Empty our pockets And disappear. Missing all our appointments And turning up unshaven Years later Old cigarette papers stuck to our pants leaves in our hair. Let us not worry about the payments anymore. Let them come and take it away whatever it was we were paying for. And …

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