Before Ferlinghetti

He did it before his voice was trained in song, singing joyfully. He did it before his legs were strong to run, striding free through waving fields of golden grass. He did it before his eyes could focus as to see, searching and reaching, to touch, feel, and experience. He did it before his palate was competent to savor the sweet syrup of human experience, tasting anyway. He did it before his mind had mastered words, communication, and language. Writing nevertheless. He did it using the tools of his mind and senses to hone and sharpen perception. He did it, turning over the soils of reality, to deepen the well of his being. Before Ferlinghetti 7-8-15 b.b. "Poets come out of your closets, open your windows, open your doors. You have been holed-up too long. Poets descend to the streets of the world once more and open your minds and eyes...... Poetry is dead, long live poetry." Populist Manifesto #1 Lawrence Ferlinghetti