A Blogger’s Notebook 17


  1. Joseph Hutchison
    Joseph Hutchison November 29, 2013 at 3:48 pm .

    In the bitter end, Hepatica was a wash-out. His output declined from a flood of powerful if intellectually turbid verse to a trickle of squibs dealing mostly with the peccadilloes of Hollywood celebrities. Sometime in the '90s he pulled a B. Traven and vanished into the bowels of northern Mexico. Unconfirmed sightings abound (one rumor had him fronting a short-lived L.A. punk ban under the

  2. vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)
    vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) November 29, 2013 at 6:37 am .

    These delicious notes on our prodigiously poetic forebearers are a feast for sore eyes indeed and can easily be digested in one sitting without any fear of gastric distress, which brings up a disturbing question: Whatever happened to that once-renowned, efficacious American poet called Sal Hepatica?

  3. Joseph Hutchison
    Joseph Hutchison November 29, 2013 at 4:52 am .

    Uncle Wally&#39;s kind of aloof. He gives of a fragrance of cigar smoke and freshly peeled oranges, and when he drinks too much Frangelico, he breaks out his gypsy harmonium and croons a <i>canto hondo</i> that always brings me to tears. Then he laughs at me for being moved!

  4. Conrad DiDiodato
    Conrad DiDiodato November 28, 2013 at 10:52 pm .

    Joseph,<br /><br />invite me to your next family reunion, will you? I&#39;d like a word with Uncle Wally. Been meaning to clear up a metaphysical muddle or two with the great man.

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