When a Poet Wears a Gangster's Suit

If you write nonfiction as I aim to do you thank the gods and goddesses of ubiquity every day for surely reality beats imagination 9 times out of 10. I found out yesterday that the poet Kenneth Rexroth (seen above in the proper photograph) received the gift of a suit from Al Capone. I love knowing this. I love the fact that a poet who was a true conscientious objector during World War II looked damned good in a psychopath’s clothing. As Carl Jung once observed: “Ultimate truth, if there be such a thing, demands the concert of many voices.” And suits. Ultimate “T” demands recycled suits.

S.K.   

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Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto