"Fourth floor ... children's wear ... handbags ... maternity ... pianos ... Ginsberg in the tearoom." What's this? Howling Allen Ginsberg, aging (52) poet-priest of'50s beat and '60s yippiedom reading his work in a Brooklyn department store? "Why not?" replies Ginsberg, as he prepares to recite such poems as Dope Fiend Blues, Punk Rock and Plutonian Ode. His familiar curl-fringed bald pate and face set off by silver granny glasses, he explains: "I get a lot more older people now, especially little old Jewish ladies. But I like a varied audiencelittle old ladies,...
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