“An American is a Complex of occasions:” Charles Olson Reads
A dream last night of a largish figure hurrying along a rock outcropping at a seashore — can only be Charles Olson, methought. A bit puzzled as Olson, whom I never met, has never, as far as I remember, shown up in my dreams. The dream may be a footnote to a conversation I had earlier last night with Ammiel Alcalay on his excellent A Little History book, as we wondered through the chapbook exhibition at Poets House which had copies of some Olsonia, & after hearing/watching Kyle Waugh’s presentation on chapbooks. At any rate, this morning, post-dream a desire to hear Olson’s voice, & so googled him & found these, here now, to share:
What a grand thought, that he was and writing and reading such fine work while I scuffled about in Paris making several ends meet whilst a well known Grand Ducky De Luxe poet skipped classes at the Sorbonne!