OK, I'm not going to make this blog a rolodex of the dead, but want to note that the poet Frank Lima died a day or two ago. "Raw, gritty, nervy and switchblade-quick," as Tom Clark called him, he was born in Spanish Harlem in 1939, and accidentally fell into poetry while in drug rehab. After that it fell out of him dangerous & gorgeous.
October 23, 2013
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