[NOTE: Please don’t mind that the formatting of the poetry is off, hard as I might to control it and keep it intact, it just wasn’t happening.]
I just ordered the original 1959 edition of Mexico City Blues to have in my hands one of the most original pieces of poetry published in America during the twentieth century. The description by the bookseller was that it was in “acceptable” condition, it being an original trade paper from that year, and probably having passed through many hands before reaching mine in 2014. Though the book was indeed acceptable, what is more than acceptable are its contents, which resounds timelessly and over time, has made a deep impression on me.
Mexico City Blues was unceremoniously published before it rapidly disappeared, hardly making a dent in the marketplace, not with critics or many readers hoping…
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