“Sometimes when I pick up my pen, it leaks gold all over the tablecloth.”Ira Cohen, poet, philopher, film maker, friend (1935-2011).
The NY Times had a very sweet obit on Sunday. We first met in the East Village around 1981when we were both published in the same small press magazines a couple of times. Over the years, we ran into each other at various "scenes". He was purely an original. May he rest in peace.