Al Winans: EARLY MORNING INSOMNIA WALK

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EARLY MORNING INSOMNIA WALK
I rise at six AM to walk the streets
slow-step my way past a coffee house
a lone worker preparing a caffeine fix…
for zombie trance workforce

Make my way to the Mission District
bars soon to open for the Living Dead
old men slumped over bar stools
eyes vacant as cattle being
led to the slaughterhouse

Half-Indian Sarah stands on the corner
of 16th Street in search of a fix
ignores the police cruiser
with the last of the cowboy cops
looking for a shoot-out at the OK Corral

Got me the slow walk blues
got me a pair of worn down shoes
pawn shop a-calling young couple balling

God's messenger with a billboard on his back
looks for Jesus finds nothing but punks
hanging out at the corner parking lot
dropping a dime for the undercover narc's
one step closer to Nirvana
down in the streets of Havana

small time two-bit goons
straight out of Looney Tunes
lean against a battered Buick looking like
an old-time drive-in movie marquee

I walk past closed down Burlesque House
flashback to my childhood
the Lone Ranger and Terry and the Pirates
eaten by locusts and crazed rats

The smell of fall in the air
strips my senses bare while down in North Beach
the last of the Italians wages war with Asian clan
in a territorial dispute over who owns
the rights to the boccie ball courts

no more will I be an agent for
the demons camped inside my head
let them write their own poems

walking these streets is wearing me down
I keep slipping into the past in a failed attempt
to communicate with the future

my life has become a marathon walk
leading me to endless coffee shops
taken over by expressionless aliens
with laptop computers and cell phones

I rise each morning like a prisoner waiting
on the executioner's gun
the years hung out to dry like
wet laundry on a frail clothesline
 

AD Winans: On My 82nd Birthday

Today I turn 82 and am making some early decisions in regard to poetry. I have been writing and publishing poetry for 55 years and as I have often said, “My poetry and my life are one and the same, they can’t be separated. With this said, I am making some decisions regarding poetry in 2018 and beyond.
I have given countless poetry readings over the many decades, but beginning this year I plan on giving just one paid reading a year.
It has become harder getting to poetry readings of others and I don’t drive at night anymore, so to my friends, do not feel slighted if I am not at a poetry reading you are giving. I may make an occasional exception if the reading is during the day and not far from where I live.
I’ll be primarily submitting work to a handful of print journals that I have a long-standing relationship with although I am always open to sending a poem when asked for one.
As many of you know, I had a bilingual book of poems published in Germany in December 2017 as well as a book on Charles Bukowski published in Turkey. I just completed a book of Selected Poems that will be published in Turkey next year.
For the remainder of the year I’ll be putting together a book of love poems for publication in the UK and concentrating on the last of the Crazy John Poems series.   This will give me 65 published books and chapbooks of poetry and prose. This is my last planned book.   I may still write an occasional poem when inspired to do so, but have published everything I want to publish in book form.
The exception is compilation of works already done for publication by my friends in Turkey, Germany, and the UK.
I never expected to live this long. It has been a wild and rewarding ride. The noted authors and musicians I have met are amazing and the number of loyal friends I have is deeply appreciated.
In friendship for 2018 and beyond.
A.D. Winans
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Al Winans: Remembering RFK

Photo of Robert Kennedy and I taken at his Senate Office in 1966.

A short poem.

The funeral train passes by carrying...
His body

A sea of faces stretched out
As far as the eye can see
waving, openly weeping

Sparks fly from heated rails
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack
Sings its sad song along
The railway track

A solemn brother stands alone
At the back of the caboose
Lost in deep thought


Clickity-clack, clickity-clack
Sings its sad song along
The railroad track


Al Winans

Brion Gysin: Come to free the words

Extrait de Brion Gysin, Poems of Poems.

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Come to free the words

Lenka Lente: A paraître fin septembre : William Wordsworth et Talweg

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APOCALYPSE ROSE
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Publié pour la première fois en 1966 dans le City Lights Journal, ce poème électrique de Charles Plymell est ici présenté dans une édition française établie d’après la traduction de Jean-Marie Flémal. On trouvera aussi dans ce livre la version originale d’Apocalypse Rose et, sur le disque qui l’accompagne, la musique que sa lecture a inspirée à Bill Nace.
Écrivain, poète et éditeur, Charles Plymell est né dans le Kansas en 1935. Surnommé The original hipster, il a frayé à San Francisco avec la Beat Generation avant de partir faire le tour du monde. Il habite aujourd’hui Cherry Valley, où il anime les éditions du même nom.

Musicien, artiste plastique et éditeur, Bill Nace fait notamment entendre sa guitare dans Body/Head, projet qu’il emmène avec Kim Gordon depuis 2011. De Northampton, il dirige le label discographique Open Mouth.



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A.D. Winans: BLOOD MOON BLUES

Strange this trip back in time

Not with flesh and blood
But in disguise of words

The muscles the cells changing
Dying and yet somehow surviving
Traveling through a warped time tunnel
Through an origin you cannot remember
Because there is no you to remember it
Walking behind my shadow
Shedding the years like
A burlesque dancer sheds her clothes
.

I who have never called myself a poet
Never clothed myself in consonants

Vowels similes or metaphors
Yet planting the words on the page
Like a florist prepares a bridal banquet
A tender arrangement of flesh and bone
At war with the demons who leave behind
A Custer massacre of words
.

Approaching eighty I race the clock like

a hungry dog sniffs a gourmet meal
Left feeling like the last sentinel
The last paying customer
At the last movie show
.

All these years an explorer

Set out to discoverer a new world
Blindfolded without map or compass

The Holy Grail a shameless slut

Plays the role of a gypsy fortune teller
Spits out bits and pieces of the puzzle
.

The poems arrive like

A migration of birds
Poems mated with a full blood moon
Left cooking these strange images
Like a fry cook sweating over
A greasy grill
.

Waking at three in the morning
With half-remembered dreams

My eyes a heat-seeking missile
Honing in for an invisible kill
Feeling like a junkie overcome
With tremors
A matador waving a red flag
In the face of a raging bull
A blind man tapping
Into raw emotion
.
AD Winans: http://www.adwinans.com/

France Culture: Beat Hôtel

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54 minutes

Beat Hôtel

Enregistrement





12.08.2015 - 17:00
 Plaque du Beat Hotel © Radio France




Le 15 octobre 1957, Allen Ginsberg et Peter Orlovsky se présentaient à l’accueil d’un hôtel sans nom situé 9, rue Gît-le-Cœur, à deux pas du Quartier Latin. Madame Rachou les reçut. Veuve depuis l’accident de voiture de son mari survenu un an auparavant, elle tenait un établissement miteux, notoirement infesté de rongeurs, mais qui quelques mois plus tôt avait accueilli un auteur en rupture de ban avec l’Amérique raciste : Chester Himes.
Depuis le rachat de cette pension de quarante-deux chambres en 1933, les époux Rachou n’avaient pas effectué de travaux. Au 9, rue Gît-le-cœur, le confort était spartiate. Le système électrique défectueux. Les toilettes à la turque situées sur le palier. Les fenêtres des chambres donnaient sur la cage d’escalier. Une seule baignoire disponible. Et encore. L’eau chaude n’y était dispensée que trois fois par semaine. Aussi, l’établissement comportait un bistrot. Le café y était servi contre quarante centimes. La nuit, elle, était facturée un dollar.
Madame Rachou n’était pas regardante sur les mœurs de ses pensionnaires, pas plus qu’elle n’était à cheval sur les dates du paiement. Une ardoise s’effaçait en échange d’un manuscrit original. Ou bien d’une toile. Car cette femme « sympathique » était une amie des arts. Des décennies plus tôt, alors qu’elle vivait en ménage à Giverny, elle avait travaillé au sein d’une pension par laquelle étaient passés Monet et Pissarro. Alors…
Alors Ginsberg et sa dégaine de prophète sur la paille ? Bienvenue! Bien sûr, parions qu’elle ignorait tout des attaques pour « obscénités » dont son pensionnaire avait précédemment fait l’objet, Madame Rachou. Comme elle ferma les yeux sur les « activités » et les mœurs de la clique beat qui rejoignit Ginsberg dans son hôtel, dès 1958. Parmi elle, William Burroughs, fraîchement débarqué de Tanger, encore marqué par sa plongée dans l’héroïne s’installe dans la chambre n°23 du 9, rue Gît-le-cœur un 16 janvier. C’est là qu’il termine Le Festin Nu.
Tandis qu’autour de lui, Greg Corso rédigeait The Bomb, que Ted Joans élaborait la fresque The Chick Who feels off a Rhino ;  l’hôtel était le théâtre d’une formidable agitation artistique, mais aussi de mœurs particulières, Madame Rachou voyait au quotidien ses pensionnaires déguenillés écrire une étape de l’une des plus fiévreuses aventures artistiques du XXe siècle.


Avec : Catherine Marthely  


A travers un entretien réalisé avec l’écrivain Gérard-Georges Lemaire


 Ce docu-fiction retrace l’épopée du Beat Hôtel par la voix d’un témoin anonyme de ces années durant lesquelles les principales figures de la Beat Generation vécurent à Paris, et – pour certains - y créèrent plusieurs de leurs œuvres maîtresses.


Thème(s) : Information| Littérature Etrangère| Société| beat generation| William Burroughs| Allen Ginsberg

Lien(s)

La Beat Génération

Document(s)

 Kaddish : Allen Ginsberg, Bourgois,
 Le festin nu : William Burroughs , L''imaginaire,
 Beat generation, une anthologie : Gérard-Georges Lemaire , Al Dante,
 The Beat Hotel : Ginsberg, Burroughs, Corso in Paris, 1958-1963  : Barry Miles , Grove press,
 Beat Generation : Collectif Night and Day

Portrait painting of AD Winans by Richard Perri

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ON “DEAD LIONS” BY A D WINANS

(Published by Punk Hostage Press)


REVIEWED BY NEELI CHERKOSKI


Poet A D Winans is a native San Franciscan who came of age during the heyday of the beat generation in His hometown. The beat poets along with Kenneth Patchen and Charles Bukowski had quite an influence on the direction he would take in his own poetry. It's a poetry of the streets and a poetry of the common language, going back to Walt Whitman. Over the years, Winans has written about some of his literary heroes, always with passion, always with a deep understanding of how the tradition of poetry is passed hand-to-hand down the generations. It is a great moment to see a few of his essays, or portraits, collected in one volume.
Dead Lions is aptly named. Winans has chosen to write of Alvah Bessie, that heroic screenwriter who was one of the Hollywood 10, a victim of the Communist scare of the 1950s engendered by Senator Joseph McCarthy and others. There are tributes to three poets as well, Bob Kaufman, Jack Micheline, and Charles Bukowski. One might read the text and feel as if they had been wandering through a portrait gallery. That is how keenly Winans does his job. I came away from reading this book with a new sense of all of these people. The three poets I knew well. Bessie is known to me only from a distance in the context of the persecution.
What really makes Dead Lions an important book is the intimacy Winans brings to the page. It’s that same sense of the intimate that is in his own poetry. Kaufman, Micheline, and Bukowski we're true literary outsiders. For each of them it was a long pull to be given notice from the literary Community. Winans knew Bukowski in the days when he was a creature of the little poetry journals and a major figure in the Mimeo revolution of the 1960s, which now seems so long ago. He knew Bob Kaufman in North Beach hanging out with him at bars and cafes. He was closest to Jack Micheline and that comes through in his book. For Winans Micheline's defiance of literary propriety was an important signal to younger poets. Once again, Whitman is echoed. Jack's "barbaric yelp" was the ticket to freedom from academe.
I was particularly taken with Winans’ portrait of Bob Kaufman. He offers a good deal of biographical information that one rarely finds. He writes, “Kaufman considered himself a Buddhist and believed that a poet had a call to a higher order.” As one of Bob’s intimate friends, I remember him quoting from ancient Buddhist texts as we sat around the kitchen table in my apartment. He was never loud about it. Winans tells us, “He was an oral poet who didn’t write for publication or expectations of fame and fortune, which is what drew me to him.’
This is romanticism and it is charming to witness. I think of Nelson Algren’s book title, “A Walk on the Wild Side.” It reminds me of the poets Winans admires. He wraps up the Kaufman piece with a description of the pubic outpouring after his death as more than one hundred people marched through North Beach in tribute to the poet’s life.
Winans has written extensively on Bukowski. Once again, it was the rebellion in "Buk" that Winans admires, and he pays him tribute. This piece is filled with up- close and personal recollection. Winans indulges in a bit of psychological profiling, including Bukowski’s mistrust of friends. In contrast, he writes: “His first book, Post Office, was written in nineteen days. The book is filled with laughter that shines through the pain of working at a dead-end job that kills a man’s spirit and physically breaks him down. I know! I worked for the San Francisco Post Office for five years.” It was after reading this novel that Winans became an avid fan. The snapshot of the times he spent hanging out with Bukowski are memorable, including a jaunt into one of the famous San Francisco watering holes, Gino and Carlos, a venerable poet’s haunt. He recounts taking Bukowski to the Caffe Trieste in North Beach. The L A. bard would not enter. He just commented that the habitués were sitting there waiting for something to happen. “Hank, “as Bukowski was known to his friends, comes through with full flavor. One finishes the essay and wishes for more. Perhaps Winans will find the time to expand this interesting portrait of the raucous poet.
Jack Micheline comes through as the quintessential literary barbarian. Some biographical information quickly gives way to anecdote. Jack is plunked onstage by Winans and we watch him in court and jail, in one bar after another amid quotes from the man himself. Winans has a good memory and may have scribbled some of Jacks words down in a notebook. Describing the old days to A D. Micheline said, “Poetry was everywhere. Every day Kaufman and I read a poem. It is not part of history, but I was arrested for pissing on a police car the same night Kaufman was arrested outside the Co-Existence Bagel Shop.” It was the fervor of Micheline’s attack on our safe and sound society that Winans admires, and it comes through remarkably well. It is another one of those useful handbooks of poetic sensibility, with the added bonus of having insights into the life of Alvah Bessie.


*** The signed copy of the book can be purchased from the author (reserve yours by writing (ad1936@juno.com) at a discounted price of $14.29 that includes free shipping. An unsigned copy of the book is also available at Amazon at the same price plus whatever shipping they charge.


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A.D. Winans: Poem For An Unknown Soldier

Al Winans and Jack Micheline, Bernal Heights, San Francisco.

 

Poem For An Unknown Soldier

 

Now just a fading memory

on a blood drenched beach

in Normandy 

 

flies buzz around you

a sand crab feasts

on an open wound

Eighteen to young to drink

but old enough to die

 

faded memories relived once a year
like old time religion

 

no more war for you
no more dreams

no lover to hold in your arms
no family to embrace you
no friends to break bread with
your youth consumed spit-out

in the stink hole of the

immaculate war machine

 

your home an invisible grave where

you can’t hear the crying over the
counting of the money

on Wall Street 

 

 is there life after death

or does the mind become an atom
take residence in the black hole?

 

back home there are baseball games
hot dogs and beer
the singing of the National Anthem

families will gather around a barbecue
cats purr dogs wag their tail

boot camps turn out new recruits

for new wars

 

your reward duty to the master

a folded flag for next of kin

a grave at Arlington Cemetery

where worms feast at your bones

 

 

 

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Jack Micheline tribute album reading

Friends,

Please spread the word for this NYC reading in celebration of the Jack Micheline tribute album.

Thanks!

Micheline Small (PDF)

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A.D. Winans: we would have thought

 The Beat Museum has partnered with San Francisco's famed Top Of The Mark to begin a new poetry and jazz series running from 3/3 through 4/28. The March 17 theme is ""Poetry Through The Generations." I'll be reading with Neeli Cherkovski, William Taylor Jr and Cassandra Dallett. There will be two sets, the first beginning at 6:30 PM. Further details will be forthcoming

  

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A.D. Winans: Rain Poem on Empty Mirrors

On line at http://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/features/poems/rain-poem.html 

A.D. Winans: We must not forget

We must not forget.

 

WHEN A BLACK BOY
WALKS HOME ALONE AT NIGHT.

 

Who would have thought
skittles and ice tea
was a death sentence

light rain sings its night song
death folded away like a black rose
clamped in a buzzard’s beak

 

A boy with a dream
walks home alone at night
a shot rings out in the air
like a popped popcorn kernel

a lifeless body falls to the ground
gunned down by a wanna-be cop
and Florida’s “stand your ground”
license to kill law

 

Justice denied
by a judge’s tortured
jury instructions

 

No appeal for Trayvon
no appeal for the dead
in the State of life-takers
and death-makers
where a young black boy
must forever fear
to walk home alone at night
always within a legal
sniper’s gun sight

 

Lock and load the chamber
no safety on the gun
make it as black as the night
holster it at the back hip
to keep it from sight

Know the law is on your side
black is black white is white
it’s OK to shoot on sight
when a black boy with a dream
walks home alone at night

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A.D. Winans: Captain Jack

CAPTAIN JACK

 

I know this poet who dances with words
who does the two-step political hustle
that lacks any real muscle

 

a Waltzing Matilda poet
who glides along the dance floor
like a skilled political whore

 

a poet weaned on the game of favors
who traded in his vision
for a poetry politicians hat

but dancing for an audience
isn’t like feeling the rhythm

that rubs up against the soul

 

Buffy Saint-Marie
Phil Ochs, Woody Guthrie,

Pete Seeger, Billy Bragg
were living proof of this

 

power corrupts

the spiritual truth

the scriptures tell us this

the true poet knows this

stands tall above the dancing

with word poets

who are little more than

an instrument of a poem

far greater than themselves

*

bar room revolution talk

is little more than
an exercise in futility

take it to the streets

be like Walt Whitman
walk blood stained battlefields

real and imagined

tend to the spiritual wounds

of your comrades

quit trading favors
in twenty-eight
Baskin and Robbin flavors

 

be like the people of Egypt

who risked life and limb

for their beliefs
be like the anonymous poets of Poland

who during the height

of government tyranny

tossed poems into the public square

for the people to read

giving them hope in desperate times

 

sitting at Spec’s bar in North Beach

downing shots of vodka

and shouting,” I hate America,
is cheap political theater

 

be like your sisters and brothers

in the workers struggle in Wisconsin

marching for worker rights

love them become one with them

shout your poems from town squares
and from rooftops in solidarity

with them.

 

poet laureate’s come and go
inmates die on death row
words can not be danced with
they need to b lived

 

Whitman was the Heavyweight
champion of poetry

stood tall and fearless

among the enemy

which is never really man

but the poison in his soul

 

pride envy ego
lust for power

how can those inflicted

with this disease

write from the soul

one column of media praise

is of less value

than a single tear-drop on a poem

from a waitress in a greasy

road stop diner

 

a poet who dances with words

dances a solo dance

in a barroom with no jukebox

 

the true poet’s topic
is the people

not the poet.

*

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Lectures croisées Karin Huet / Yves Artufel / Jean Azarel le 6 décembre à Boulbon

Chères toutes et tous,

 Retenez d'ores et déjà la date !

Le 6 décembre prochain à 17 h 30, je vous donne rendez vous avec Karin et Yves à La Petite Librairie des Champs à Boulbon pour donner à entendre les poètes de la Beat Generation et nos derniers recueils, avec un hommage particulier à Alain Jégou pour qui j'ai écrit "Love is everywhere" aux éditions Gros Textes

A très bientôt

Jean

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* Jean Azarel: Avis de parution « Love is everywhere »

*

* Zone d'Autonomie Littéraire 2013 - SQUEEZE - interview Jean Azarel

A.D. Winans: release of Dead Lions

Hi,

Punk Hostage Press has just released my new book Dead Lions ,  a literary memoir on my friendship with literary legends Alvah Bessie (one of the original Hollywood Ten), Charles Bukowski, Bob Kaufman, and Jack Micheline.

FROM THE PUBLISHER:

“Dead Lions is a must read for young poets and writers and those who may be unfamiliar with four literary icons of our time. The author gives the reader an intimate look into the lives of Charles Bukowski, Bob Kaufman, Jack Micheline, and Alvah Bessie, one of the Hollywood Ten who went to prison for defying the House on Un American Activities Committee.

 

Take a trip down memory lane as Winans recalls his friendship and personal experiences with these poets and writers who influenced Winan’s own considerable body of work.”

 

ORDER information can be found on Amazon Com, as well as information on my PEN Josephine Miles award winning book (This Land Is Not My Land) and other books.

 

https://www.amazon.com/author/a.d.winans

 

A.D. Winans on Amazon

A.D. Winans Biography:

A. D. Winans is a native San Francisco award winning poet and writer.
He is the author of sixty books and chapbooks of poetry and prose, including North Beach Poems, North Beach Revisited, Drowning Like Li Po in a River of Red Wine, In The Dead Hours of Dawn, San Francisco Poems, and Dead Lions. He is a graduate of San Francisco State College (now University).
In 2014 he won a Kathy Acker Poetry and Publishing Award. In 2006 He won a PEN Josephine Miles Award for Excellence in Literature. In 2009 PEN Oakland awarded him a lifetime achievement award.
From 1972 to 1989 Winans edited and published Second Coming Press, which produced a large number of books and anthologies, among them the highly acclaimed California Bicentennial Poet's Anthology, which included poets like David Meltzer, Jack Micheline, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Ishmael Reed, Josephine Miles, Bob Kaufman, and William Everson.
He worked as an editor and writer for the San Francisco Art Commission, from 1975 to 1980, during which time he produced the Second Coming 1980 Poets and Music Festival, honoring the late Josephine Miles and John Lee Hooker.
He has read his poetry with many acclaimed poets, including Diane DiPrima, Bob Kaufman, Jack Micheline, Harold Norse, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and all of the past and current San Francisco Poet Laureates.
His work has appeared in over 1500 literary magazines and anthologies, including City Lights Journal, Exquisite Corpse, Poetry Australia, Confrontation, The New York Quarterly, The Patterson Literary Review, The San Francisco Chronicle, and The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry.
In April 2002 a poem of his was set to music By William Bolcom, a Pulitzer Prize winning composer, and performed at New York's Alice Tully Hall. In January 2009 Sound Street Tracks released a mastered CD of Winans reading from his book, The Reagan Psalms.
In 2012 The Louisiana University at Lafayette recorded a CD of Song Cycles by American Composers, and included in the CD is the song cycle of nationally acclaimed William Bolcom. Old Addresses, with song poems by Winans, Oscar Wilde, Ezra Pound, Langston Huges, C.P. Cavafy, Kenneth Koch and others.
Writers like Colin Wilson, Studs Terkel, James Purdy, Peter Coyote, Herbert Gold, and the late Jack Micheline and Charles Bukowski have praised his work.
He has worked at a variety of jobs, most recently with the U.S. Dept. of Education as an Equal Opportunity Specialist, investigating claims of discrimination against minorities, women and the disabled.
Winans is a member of PEN, and has served on the Board of Directors of various art organizations, including the now defunct Committee of Small Magazine Editors and Publishers (COSMEP). He is currently on the advisory board of the San Francisco International Poetry Library.
He is listed in Who's Who International Poetry Directory, Who's Who in America, the Gale Research Contemporary American Authors series, and the Gale Research Contemporary authors autobiography series.
Most recently he served on the host committee for the 2012 San Francisco International Poetry Festival.
His essay on the late Bob Kaufman was published in the American Poetry Review and was republished in 2007 by The Writer's Research Group. In September 2009 the article was again re-published along with a poem of his for Bob Kaufman, as part of a booklet produced by the Los Angeles Afro American Museum.

Books by A.D. Winans:

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Kindle edition:

This Land Is Not My Land by A.D. Winans (Sep 4, 2014) - $ 3,92

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