I remember from Latin class that there was an ancient poet who had enormous natural talent for poetry, but his dad didn't like that career for him so he hit him whenever the guy spoke in verses. On one occasion his father reportedly had enough of it and beat him a lot, so the dude, accidentally speaking in verses, said something that translates to what I remember to be roughly "father, spare the rod, I won't make any more verses".
Anyone know the story and/or the poet? I think it's Virgil but I can't find any trace of the story online.
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https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2021/feb/23/san-francisco-lawrence-ferlinghetti-city-lights
An original and liberating force in American publishing has passed. To honor Ferlinghetti, spend a day or two not talking about agents or finding a New York publisher. Instead, consider what you can do to publish yourself or start a press: 'Literary critic Gerald Nicosia says Ferlinghetti's two greatest accomplishments were fighting censorship, and inaugurating a small press revolution.
"Up until that point, getting published was a difficult thing," Nicosia says. "If you were a radical, an innovative writer, you would be rebuffed by New York, by mainstream publishers. By creating this press out of nothing — City Lights Press — he said: Look, you don't need these big publishers in New York. You can do it, and you can get the books out, and not only that, you can make waves."
