I first became aware of the poet normal through Lee Crabtree, then the Fug’s keyboard man, in 1963 or ’64, at the Peace Eye Bookstore on the Lower East Side. Thirty-five years later I became re-acquainted with his poems. I liked his honesty. I like the “jolt” of reality in these works, and the intensity of images such as the “devil hair of barbed wire’,’ and “diamonds of light beg forgiveness’,’ or “a parade of wrinkles.” Go forth. normal.
Ed Sanders, poet, musician & activist
“…normal is the voice of the homeless, the victimized, the disaffected and the disturbed. These are poems born of the street, of the vagabond heart, the true restless American spirit that Whitman spoke of when he heard America singing. Too often, now, we hear of singing like the dolphins in an Eliot poem, who do not sing for us. normal sings for us, that is, to the poet in us all and we should listen.”
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