The Final Nite & Other Poems : Complete Notes from a Charles Gayle notebook, 1987-2006 [SIGNED]

Brooklyn, N.Y.: Ugly Duckling Presse, 2006. First Edition, First Printing. Softcover. Very Good. 247 pages, 8 unnumbered pages of plates : color illustrations ; 20 cm. Softcover. Perfectbound wraps. Book Condition: light signs of handling with faint wear to the extremities; binding very sound, interior clean and bright and unmarked. Warmly but cryptically inscribed by author: "For whomever is holding this book who are is Jack - all the bugs out of language into the music of the ears. Steve, Cornelia Street. 10/9/06." A lovely copy poetically inscribed. Accessed from assorted online sources: "Born in Brooklyn in 1946, much of the chronology of Dalachinsky's life and work is unclear. He had been publishing chapbooks and individual poems since at least the early 1980s; although the 2009 anthology Reaching into the Unknown contains writing that dates back to 1964, it wasn't until 2000 that he published his first full-length book of poems, A Superintendent's Eyes. He was a prolific reader and performer of his own work for much longer, however, and had appeared on at least three albums as a spoken-word artist... Dalachinsky claimed the influence of Kafka, Camus, Blake, and visual arts. "A Superintendent's Eyes" was based primarily on his years as the superintendent of a building in SoHo, where he lived for 40 years. "Avant-garde jazz is just one inspiration for my writing/poetry," he said in 2016, "though I admit it's been a big one." It was certainly the one that figured in his most acclaimed work: the groundbreaking 2006 collection The Final Nite, which consisted of poems written over 19 years—entirely at and about performances by saxophonist Charles Gayle. The book received a PEN Oakland/Josephine Miles Literary Award in 2007." From his obituary online on the wire: "Steve Dalachinsky died on 16 September 2019. Witnesses report that having attended Saturday's Sun Ra Arkestra concert shortly before his stroke, the legendary wiseass's last words were: Maybe I overdosed with Sun Ra.".