First picture http://www.bbc.com the rest my pictures. I gave a talk yesterdays on poetry. The book was a gift (not easy to locate in China)…and I drew a doodle of Ginsburg…after my dream 🙂

I dreamed I met Allen Ginsburg last night,
drum, drum, drumming around my apartment.

Says I to Allen “You’re 22 years dead!”
“Life and death are one” says he.
He read me some poems about the sad self,
and how to howl at the moon.

In return, I read some poems about the pain of being alone,
and how love is out there for everyone.

But all dreams end one way of the other,
despite the words.

After rearranging the wind, we said our goodbyes.
And the spring night mourned in empty vase.