Here is the heart and soul
                    Of the zeitgeist that blossomed
A telepathic diamond,
                    A walking oeuvre of an era,
The counterculture classic revealing the escapades
                    That defined a generation,
He was an underground legend
                    Forging crucial friendships
Out of the same ecstatic flash of inspiration
                    Fresh and fantastic as ever,
Over the course of three days
                    And three nights,
While traveling coast to coast
                    To seek members, pleasure, and meaning,
He was captured in a volume that includes
                    Poems, haiku, prayers,
Journal entries, meditations,
                    Letter fragments honoring feats of memory
Drawn from decades long ago,
                    Culminating in a surprisingly tender side.
 
 

~ Ben Nardolilli: Arlington, Virginia | The Brooklyner

About Ben Nardolilli

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Ben Nardolilli
Ben Nardolilli is a twenty-five-year-old writer. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, One Ghana One Voice, Caper Literary Journal, Quail Bell Magazine, elimae, Super Arrow, Grey Sparrow Journal, Litsnack, A Hudson View, The Toucan, Contemporary American Voices, The Eudaimonia Poetry Review, Rabbit Catastrophe Review, Gloom Cupboard, and Beltway Poetry Quarterly. His blog is Lo Specchio e La Spugna. Ben is currently looking to publish his first novel.

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