was the fact that the Poetry Bookshop had more poetry from the states here than just about any store shy of Lawrence Ferlinghetti's famous City Lights Bookstore. Thick veins of John Ashbery, Anthony Hecht, Adrienne Rich and Robert Lowell arrowed through the stacks, with smaller selections of poets like Hayden Carruth, Jack Gilbert, Tony Hoagland and Alan Shapiro. There was also a whole special section dedicated to the beats, and not just the Ginsbergs and Kerouacs, but obscure figures like Lew Welch.from John Freeman: The Guardian: Hay Festival: Cashing in on the poetry exchange
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The rain seemed to have a personal vendetta. It came at you sideways, fingered through the gap between your collar and undershirt to find warm skin. A cup of tea thawed you out for about six seconds. Sump pumps were brought out. The central lawn at Hay began to resemble the site of a monster truck rally.
And yet, amazingly, none of this turned people away. It only made them more giddily determined.
from John Freeman: The Guardian: theblogbooks: Hay festival: 'The Woodstock of the mind'
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