(Marty with William S. Burroughs, likely at Kesey's farm)
Marty Christensen, who died Jan. 5 of pancreatic cancer at age 69, is given tribute in a series of remembrances here.
Mine reads:
"Marty tended to crowd your face, leaning in, drops of spittle mixed with beer flying at you from the corners of his mouth. If you objected he thought you quite ridiculous, that you might not have anything to feed his poetic hunger, and so the question became what use could you possibly have in the world? Hygiene never entered the equation. It was as unimportant as a job. You had to be careful as his madness threatened to become your own."
TS
Sunday, January 15, 2012
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