A couple of Hollywood Producers asked me if I would be on a reality T.V. Show called Rehab Island.  They wanted me to be the token alcoholic on the show.

We don’t know what the American dream is, but the Canadian dream is Florida. In the late Eighties, after some years of estrangement, Haiku master Pat Nolan goes by train from California to visit his Quebecois parents. On the way, he stops in New Orleans to see his old Monte Rio pal Andrei Codrescu.

Paul Farkash, the Israeli literary scholar interviews the British poet and critic Elaine Feinstein, whom we knew only from the letter Charles Olson famously addressed to her. Now we know more, much more!

assailed by Corpse memories

I thought these two pieces might break into Exquisite Corpse's embryo, gracing me with the opportunity to pop my cherry with you dastardly bastards down in New Orleans, where the ghouls slurp their goulash like Wallachian Dragons making love to their women, while showing force between East and West, standing between Christendom and Islam.

When I type my name in Google, one of the first of the million entries for Kathleen Welch is an excerpt from the Corpse, which explains “the herding of fat Americans to liposuction centers where the fat is used for penile enlargement!”