At the Train Station, by Vlad Pogorelov (seen here at a reading in Cali), now up on P.F.S. Post, is a poem I knew and enjoyed in the Nineties. Vlad released the poem as part of the chapbook collection Derelict, which was slanted towards a multi-media presentation, and which appeared in '98.
There was a night in early 2000, when I got up and read the poem at an open mike reading at the Painted Bride in Philly. It was an homage to Vlad, who'd left Philly by then and migrated to San Fran (he's now based in Rocklin, near Sacramento). Genevieve Walsh, who I was with that night, congratulated me for having "balls of steel" for getting up in front of Kevin O'Neill and the rest and reading such a provocative piece.
Vlad is now finally about to release a second edition of Derelict, and as I re-read it, remembering other old favorites like No. 105, all my memories of the 90s Philly poetry scene come rushing back.
