Ode To Joe Gould

Born Joseph Ferdinand Gould, in Norwood Massachusetts, 1889. A 1911 graduate of Harvard, and a Greenwich village Bohemian from 1916 until 1957, and the time of his death at age 68. Joe was a filthy and disgusting man, who constantly smelled like homeless shelter disinfectant. Dirty fingers, greasy clothes but also an intellectual. He was a writer, a poet, a lier and a bum, A thief and A drunk, and other poets hated him and he hated them. He once told them that "Not only is your poetry bad, but also stolen from other bad poets." One night he convinced them that he had written the most wonderful poem, and that they should allow him to stand and recite it, and they did. Joe stood up that night back in 1942, in the Raven poetry club in New york city`s Lower East side, and read his poem. " In winter I`m a Buddhist, and in summer I`m a nudist." With that I raise my glass to you Joe Gould. I wish I had known ya!