This is from 1972, vol. 1, no. 1 of Bachy, a perfect bound mag/book put out by Papa Bach bookstore in Los Angeles. Bachy was short lived, and this poem has not been published anywhere else.
I remember Papa Bach well. Just down and across the street from the Nuart Theater. A great little bookshop that specialized in left-wing poetics and politics. It was one of the first bookstores in this area to go down due to the mega-bookstore-chains taking over.
funny, I've been talking to Bill Mohr -Bachy editor- these days. He also put out a LA anthology book titled POETRY LOVES POETRY featuring eight Buk poems.
This is in The People Look Like Flowers At Last. (I'm making note of these appearances in these old threads because I'm moving them out of the unpublished forum.)
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