Paul Blackburn died 45 years ago today…

…just 44 years old. He had been a major presence in my first years in New York City, as mentor & gentle commentator on my early poems. Here, for the occasion, a poem I wrote a few years later on another 13 September, thinking of Paul, New York and trying to be unusually (for me) O’Hara-ish (published in An American Suite):   THE DAY PAUL BLACKBURN DIED   for Frank … Read more Paul Blackburn died 45 years ago today…

Coney Island Sunday

  & walking along, Hitchcock didn’t come to mind once, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Paul Blackburn‘s strange fixation on gulls, his “never look a gull in the eye,” and his 1949/1951 poem which I’ll take the liberty of reproducing below:   THE BIRDS I want them to come here I want to see them here at this round boulder.                 White spots against the sky, each                 there, a swollen … Read more Coney Island Sunday