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The Poet As Private Eye

The indefatigable Carl Wendt, not quite Charles Baudelaire, not quite Charles Bukowski, poet of all ages, private eye to the gods, is following up on the death of performance artist Valerie Richards, an old girlfriend and one of the true … Continue reading

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How To Rehearse A Strophe

How To Rehearse A Strophe Carl Wendt, not quite Charles Baudelaire, not quite Charles Bukowski, but one of the last of  the hard boiled, streetwise, post-Beat Neo-Romantics (in other words, a dinosaur) not sucking the institutional teat, author of Synthetic … Continue reading

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The Poet Learns To Surf

The Poet Learns To Surf In which Carl Wendt, poet, flaneur, and walking anachronism, dips his gnarled toes into the waters of the cyberverse to find it not as cold as he’d anticipated. Although still in the shallow end with … Continue reading

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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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Poetry Is A Crowded Room, Part 2

Poetry Is A Crowded Room, Part 2 Excerpt from Ode To Sunset, A Year in the Life of American Genius a fiction by Pat Nolan  Attending the Cirque De Penumbroi, a poetry happening in the partially demolished Reed Hotel south … Continue reading

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The Poet In Love

The Poet In Love  from Ode To Sunset —A Year In The Life of American Genius— a fiction by Pat Nolan Carl Wendt wowed the audience at the Ian Blake Memorial Benefit by reading excerpts from his book length epic, … Continue reading

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