Unable or perhaps unwilling to speak, a catatonic patient wanders the halls, between the buildings, and along the circular tree-lined avenue inside the walled enclosure of San Salvi, Florence, Italy’s former insane asylum. This short novel consists of the unspoken words of its narrator’s struggle to reconcile his individuality with conformity, his interior solitude with the social world, his silence with speaking.
	
The book contains both an English and an Italian version of the text (translated by the author in collaboration with poet Verusca Costenaro), as well as illustrations by artist Tatiana Stadnichenko and can be purchased at Blurb.com. An audio version of the full text with musical accompaniment by Robert English will be available on Bandcamp.com on Halloween, 2022.

San Salvi Chapter 2, Part 1

A poem about outsiders inspired by the Irish folk hero Sweeney of _Sweeney Astray_, a line or two of Bukowski's, and a recording of Yeats reading _Innisfree_.

Sweeney at Home

Companion to "Lubbock Elegy," healing from the death of a loved one.

Survived By

Once upon a time I lived on Haight St. near Scott in a back room with an old, old stand-up piano and wrote and recorded little ditties like this. It came to me in Duboce park, a glorious bit of green in a then mostly black neighborhood filled with children, druggies, and whores. Now it's full of ugly white people with Starbucks coffees and their uglier dogs and enough shit for them all to live on for centuries. Such is progress.

Duboce Park

A slightly Goth Valentine For my (Anti-)Galatea, Debra Arlene Zeller. 

Epigram: “Her body is the shape of my hands.” 
–Paul Eluard

Love ya, baby.

A Valentine

Music: San Francisco, 1985.
Words: San Francisco, 2015.

San Francisco

This is the rough cut of the middle section of the second story, "Johnny's Party," from my collection of Bohemian Tales of San Francisco from the darkest days of the Reagan era, _Poison and Antidote_. Audiobook as aural soundscape. Dig it. Share it. Full audiobook coming soon to Bandcamp.

Johnny's Party (Teaser)

Hail on a terra cotta rooftop, a conga drum, and two voices.

God Is A Bullet

Romance (an episodic narrative)

An updating of the Last Poet's classic with my own words and drumming.

When The Revolution Comes

A free, downloadable aural companion to the soon-to-be published collection of words exploring the mystery of place, travel, homelands, and escape.

First Light (in New York City)

I am a raconteur and performer, i come from California with a drum on my back, i live in Naples, Italy, the sun's so hot i froze to death and i want to write a story that will make you cry if you will only listen, oh. Please follow my blog for further updates and I welcome any and all comments and criticism. Thanks!

See also:
http://leefoust.blogspot.com/
http://www.facebook.com/Lee.Foust.Literature

Lee Foust

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