Beat Poet Gregory Corso Dies at 70. Crusty, irreverent friend of Allen Ginsberg, discovered by Ginsberg through his prison writings. Some selections from Corso’s poetry may be found here, and this tribute page includes one of my favorite of his pieces:

…Like the jester who blew out candles

tip-toeing in toe-bell feet

that his master dream victories

–so I creep and blow

that the cat and canary sleep.

I’ve no plumed helmet, no blue-white raiment;

and no jester of-old comes wish me on.

I myself am my own happy fool…

“Clown”