The Last Beat
I first met Charley Plymell reading his poetry at an outdoor event in Baltimore almost 50 years ago. It was summertime in 1977. I was a slightly naïve wannabe poet hanging out with a bunch of older poets. Among those there were two of my mentors, Joe Cardarelli and David Franks. I took poetry workshops with them at the Maryland Institute of Art. At the time I didn’t realize it, but I couldn’t grasp why they were acting so standoffish and weird around Charley Plymell. It wasn’t until years later that I realized they were jealous of Charley... Читать дальше...