Tag: Anselm Hollo
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“It ain’t the middle of life / but I’m still / caught in the woods”: Leonard Kress Reviews Anselm Hollo’s Poetry Collection The Tortoise of History
I first encountered Anselm Hollo at one of the legendary poetry readings held at Dr. Generosity’s Pub in Manhattan in the early 1970s. He had recently arrived from his native Finland (after a long stint working for the BBC in London.) Hollo cut an imposing figure—tall, bearded, wild-haired, his teeth chipped, his pleasingly accented voice…
