Following our conversation, I showed Allen the World Wide Web for the first time. I'd been telling him about the self-publishing samizdat aspect of the Web, knowing that he'd made a point of donating his work to small, labor-of-love zines even after he was the best known poet in America. I took Allen immediately to Levi Asher's Literary Kicks site, to the page on his work there, clicking through Jack Kerouac's and Neal Cassady's names to demonstrate hypertext to him. He didn't say much, and then I took him to a search engine, where a search on the phrase "allen ginsberg" called out 2,000 hits - probably the maximum. He looked at all the pages built in his name. "Thank God I don't know how to work this," Allen sighed.Ginsberg died just four months after that.
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Today, painters and poets seldom study the Horatian simile and the expanded "texts" of the Italian, French, and English treatises on the humanistic theory of painting, and few artists care whether painting ever had a superior, an elder, or any sister.
This is certainly not true of Portugal or Britain, in my experience. In fact, it's part of the problem!
FWIW, I think poetry is one thing and painting another. And (if nobody minds my saying so) I'm definitely prejudiced in favour of the poets.
posted by MiguelCardoso at 7:54 PM on April 15, 2003