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Fogged In Frisco

FOGGED IN FRISCO Carl Wendt, hardboiled poet and flaneur, aka the Bay Area’s Baudelaire, now homeless and down on his luck, muses on another aspect of his life where luck has failed him: women—they can be delightful, and they can … Continue reading

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The Poet As Cynic

The Poet As Cynic Carl Wendt, poet and literary factotum, still adjusting to being awarded the megabucks Dorian Pillsbury Prize in Poetry, finds himself hitchhiking along a deserted Northern California backroad highway. Excerpt from Ode To Sunset A Year In … Continue reading

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On The Use Of Euphemism

 Carl Wendt took note that the swim consisted of a lot of information about the proportions of oxygen to hydrogen, and a lot of that information consisted of lists, of coincidences, of lists of coincidences, and that he was doing … Continue reading

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Years In The Making

  When did you start writing Ode To Sunset, A Year In The Life Of An American Genius and what was the inspiration? Everything probably came together late spring 2008, or thereabouts.  I was putting the final touches to another … Continue reading

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A Taxonomy Of Poets

A Taxonomy of Poets  from Ode To Sunset —A Year In The Life of American Genius— a fiction by Pat Nolan Carl Wendt, poetry polymath and flaneur, has a genius, whether American or not, for finding patrons who will regularly … Continue reading

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How To Write A Preface

How To Write A Preface To A Posthumous Poetry Collection (Not!) from Ode To Sunset, A Year in the Life of American Genius a fiction by Pat Nolan “My only fear about what critics say about me is that they … Continue reading

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Poetry Is A Crowded Room

Poetry Is A Crowded Room Attending the Cirque De Penumbroi, a poetry happening in the partially demolished Reed Hotel south of Market, Carl Wendt, last of the hardboiled vigilante poets, is guided to the performer’s facilities on the second floor … Continue reading

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The Poetry Reading

The Poetry Reading  (Carl Wendt, autodidact, professional cynic, flaneur, conman,  outlier outlaw, and last of the hardboiled poets actually attends a memorial poetry reading at which he is one of the scheduled readers.) from Ode To Sunset, A Year in … Continue reading

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