Portrait of Harold Norse by Jim Breeden
In 1977 I lived in New Haven, Connecticut.
There are hundreds of reasons I loved my time in New Haven.
One was Manhattanwas an hour away by train.
I took Amtrak to New York at least twice a month to hang out in the Village.
One weekend in the Fall of 1977 I stopped for a drink at Uncle Charlie’s on Greenwich Avenue.
I met a hot guy who invited me home.
He had a studio apartment with a bed, a chair and a nightstand.
On the nightstand was a book of poems by Harold Norse, Carnivorous Saint.
A devouring saint?
I sat on the bed and opened the book.
I’d never seen poetry like this before.
I said good-bye to the hot guy, raced to the bookstore, got Carnivorous Saint, and hopped the train back to New Haven.