I met Phillip Taafe many years ago at a book fair in New York. Allen Ginsberg was there as well as Hubert Huncke, Peter Orlovsky,and I believe even Gregory Corso. Hubert was laying on the floor, but the rest of them were gathered around the same table as me.
But at that moment, I was deep in conversation with Paola Igliori, a breathtakingly beautiful woman who had just published this new book by Mohammed Mrabet -who was himself breathtaking, a viruouso and writer of immense intuition, and of course, a friend to Paul Bowles. And it was Paola who suddenly introduced me to Phillip and everyone else...as I was introduced to Allen I realized he was standing right next to me, that I was surrounded by this great group of literati.
I knew this was the telling moment of my life, the moment of true feeling as Peter Handke calls it. I remember the observation of Phillip Taafe. I felt I was being seen as completely as I ever would be...and I felt I was falling short. Yet for some reason I felt comforted with Allen next to me, it seemed as if he were giving me support -he kept fresh air running through the room.
Yet I was ashamed. I could tell I was a failure. Thank god that my next stop that day would be to see my brother, the one person who had never seen me as a failure, but as someone who keeps trying...my father said once, that the important thing is to have one more iron in the fire than you can handle...
the ice cream iron
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