Poetic Obituaries: [Artie Gold] took chances in life

and in his art, which to him were one and the same. And though he wrote:

I will hitch-hike out of here one day
with my hair in my eyes and a good breeze blowing
and cause a little confusion I'm sure--
though no more than a hair
discovered in a gravy
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I disagree. Artie was more than a hair in the gravy, more like a pain in the heart. No picnic, Artie. Artie irritated life.

from The Gazette: The Real Thing: Artie Gold, Poet

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