It was 1972 and I wasn’t even seven years old yet. I spent the better part of my time in those early days staring off *
At the end of the nineteenth century, when Marcel Proust was still in his teens, he answered a questionnaire in an English-language Confession album belonging *
I must have been thirteen or fourteen when I first saw the Cramps. It was 1979 and I had no idea who they were. This *
I came bounding down the stairs from the poetry room at City Lights. I love City Lights, quel bookstore. omg. No one is ever up *