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Poetry is alive because it is a medium of vision and experience. It is not necessarily comfortable.It is not necessarily safe.

Lenore Kandel

Poetry is alive because it is a medium of vision and experience. It is not necessarily comfortable.It is not necessarily safe.

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About Lenore Kandel

Lenore Kandel (January 14, 1932, New York City – October 18, 2009, San Francisco, California) was an American poet, affiliated with the Beat Generation and Hippie counterculture.