RIP: Jim Carroll, 1949-2009
He wrote “The Basketball Diaries,” his autobiography about sex, drugs and basketball as a NYC teenager.
When he published his mainstream collection of poems, “Living at the Movies,” in 1973 at the age of 22, Ted Berrigan declared “Jim Carroll is the first truly new American poet,” and Larry Rivers’ artwork adorned the cover.
As a rock musician, he shot into the limelight with the song, “People Who Died.”
On Friday, September 11, Jim Carroll died in his NYC apartment while working at his desk.
“Little Ode on St. Anne’s Day”
by Jim Carroll, from “Living at the Movies”
You’re growing up
and rain sort of remains
on the branches of a tree
that will someday rule the earth.
and that’s good
that there’s rain
it clears the month
of your sorry rainbow expressions
and clears the streets
of the silent armies…
so we can dance
Update: Marty Benjamin just sent along two photos that you can view here.
Received my copy of the Sept. issue of Paste magazine on Friday 9-11. By coincidence, the issue has a column written by contributing editor Andy Whitman on “Jim Carroll and the Punk Pulitzer”. And this morning I learned that Jim Carroll had passed away. Last Friday, Sept 11, in NYC.
Gives a whole new meaning to “all the people who died”.
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