Allen Ginsberg Archive
The Ripples of History in Howl
I left Hungary in 1981, and never questioned that freedom of speech has always been a feature of the West.
Remembering Pain in Allen Ginsberg’s “Kaddish”
In “Kaddish,” Ginsberg bears witness to his mother’s pain and struggles; he intones her name over and over again as if to deify her. It is in that painful remembrance that, during that panicked time of terrorism and political instability, I drew hope.
On Not Reading My Grandfather: The Playwright Alberto Adellach
My grandfather’s work has always loomed large in my mind, made mysterious by its inaccessibility. I never learned to speak Spanish, not fluently, not well – though I maintain the vocabulary of a toddler. Hace calor hoy. Mi color favorito es azul. The “I” centered statements of basic need.
“It’s A Bit Mysterious, and I Like That”: An Interview with Frank X. Gaspar
Frank X. Gaspar writes poems that are lyrical, powered by swift associations, and full of surprising images and leaps in thought that in retrospect make perfect sense. He is the author of five collections of poems, including Late Rapturous and The Holyoke, as well as two novels, most recently