Long live Man sings the poet Gregory Corso--despite atom bombs and computers, cold wars that get hot and togetherness that isnt, too many cars and too little love...and in these poems he celebrates the wonders (and the laughs and griefs) of being a man alive. Whether he is musing on antic glories amid the ruins of the Acropolis or watching a New York child invent games on the citys sidewalks, Corso is there in it, putting us into it, with the magic of vision, with the senses--awakening images, that transmute reality into something more--insights that let us share his joy and echo his shout of Long live Man