In about 1978 Larry had recently moved to Berkeley and lived with Bob and Amy Grenier and Kathleen Frumkin. Carla Harryman and I were running a poetry reading series at the Grand Piano coffeehouse on Haight Street in San Francisco, which Barrett Watten and Ron Silliman had organized before us. We asked Larry to give a solo reading, very eager to see how his works would sound. So far as I think we knew, he had never given a public reading before.
    Somehow we got the idea of asking Larry to read with an opaque projector presenting his works in manuscript on the bare pale-blue walls, so the audience could read the poems and follow along without confusion. This way Larry's slurred articulation didn't obscure the semantics, and the rhythm, tone and emphasis were available to an audience that had previously known his works only on the page.
    Larry was all for this idea and presented us with a very sizeable stack of works characteristically typed on 8.5x11" white paper to choose from. Most were dated and complete on one page; some had pencil notations or other peculiarities. He made no suggestions about how we were to select works, and we were free to read through the lot and pick those we loved dearest, those we wondered about the sense and sound of, and those we were most interested in sharing with the audience as visual events.
    Larry laughed and commented casually throughout the reading, occasionally pausing for a little while in silence or digression. He showed terrific enthusiasm, stamina and amusement, reading straightforwardly and with deep, matter-of-fact feeling.

                                                            —Steve Benson

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