John Farris - writer, poet, raconteur, curmudgeon, mentor, genius - died last week at his home at the Bullet Space Gallery in NYC's East Village, where he'd lived since 1992. John was a friend to many, and took us young'uns ...
Today the world is wet & white: everybody tries
to throw the snow back (a girl, determined, handles a shovel
gingerly, sends a pile of it scattering; it flies
to the court below, exposing a red-stained Kreolite
“What you gonna be when you blow up? I bet you gonna be a balloon…kee kee kee!” That was Willie T’s salutation these days -- delivered with an eye-rolling guffaw registering satisfaction with his cho...