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I was born in NYC.  I never felt at home there, and the city never seemed to welcome me, either.  But I think I’ll be blogging about it for a while — as I said in a poem a long time ago, there is a man who has always been alive.  He is the ugly man, with the love pent up in his back and his head like a mountain seeking solace in clouds.

The only thing about NY is what’s pent up is a little more complicated…..

I’m medically disabled now, but living where I always wanted, in Vermont.  I don’t know how long I’ll last; the complications keep coming.  But it’s good to be here now.

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