The Saints of Solana Beach

From Kathy Acker’s diaries, c. July—August 1972, while living in Solana Beach just before meeting Peter Gordon.

Meanwhile, in William T. Vollmann’s “Violet Hair: A Heideggerian Tragedy,” from The Rainbow Stories:

What happened to all the punk postmodernists bumming around Solana Beach? I suppose in both these cases they moved to San Francisco.

Two more, both from Sam’s play Can’t Hear Well:

and:

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Thought:

“Witches and poets co-embrace like fate,

Reputed base, bare, poor, unfortunate.

In these respects I may myself intrude

Among the poets’ thickest multitude.

Here lies that poet, buried in the night,

Whose purse, men know it, was exceeding light.”

Henry Parrot | “Fatales Poetae”

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