AHHAahAhAHaa... I dunno... he painted a lot like a man. I think he was one of those more rare types who got better with age... his stuff gets scarier as he goes deaf. Alright, now you must inform me... who is this Ferlinghetti?
He's a Goddamn poet, love. I love how he writes. It's kind of light-hearted, but it flows really well, and a lot of his work (that I'm reading right now...I think it's more recent) is about how people put so much thought into the meaning behind poems, but they simply are what they are. I love it. My history teacher shot him down, but I am lovin' the guy's stuff.
History is merely a mystery, its love you cannot define, but if you get the jist of it all, you're probably out of your fucking mind.