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Robert Hershon

In Soho, we’ll stop at Gourmet Garage
Tell me how to get there, you say
But you go there by yourself all the time,
what do you do then?
Oh, I just wander up one street
and down another
until I bump into it                               *Wandering the forest roads near
East Hampton we reveal a genius for finding
wrong turns that do not lead to highways
street signs or evidence of human habitation
I think we’ve seen that tree before
Look, there’s Galen’s house
right where we left it half an hour ago                               *In Santa Cruz, we leave the wooded campus
Turn right, onto the ocean highway, I say
We’re headed south, strip malls on the right
beach on the left—five miles, ten miles
Uh-oh. Wrong ocean.

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Robert  Hershon

Robert Hershon was born in Brooklyn in 1936. A graduate of New York University, he was executive director of The Print Center for 35 years and has been co-editor of Hanging Loose Press since its founding in 1966. Hershon has won two Creative Writing Fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and three from the New York Foundation for the Arts. (Author photo by Anouk Grandits)

“In an attempt to write a blurb that doesn’t suck (doesn’t sound like a blurb) for Bob’s new book I have to make sure I don’t say things like ‘this soulful book is by turns hilarious and heart-rending’, though it is, especially the soulful part, though I’m not entirely sure what ‘rending’ means. Then I wonder if I have to leave out that Bob, I mean Robert Hershon, the distinguished author of End of The Business Day, writes about aging in this totally disarming way, because Americans seem so afraid of age & its accumulation of odd detail & language as a general rule. But by ‘disarming’ I mean the measure and humor of this poetry puts you right up into living experience as a moving foreground, full of glimpses and asides and extended gambits performed for the sake of love and love’s civic attentiveness to the world’s ordinary absurdities and points of beauty. And if that sounds too much like a blurb let me just tell you this is a badass book of poems & you will suffer if you don’t find your way into its pages.”
—Anselm Berrigan

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