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Julia Vinograd, considered Berkeley’s unofficial poet laureate and known to many as the “Bubble Lady,” died Wednesday after struggling. LISTENING TO THE RADIO. I am listening to the radio. I am not listening to the radio. I am listening to the silence in my room behind the radio. I am the radio. JULIA VINOGRAD was born a native of Taurus w/Pisces rising in the coal and corn bread heart of West Virginia, in She writes, “I left school to pursue a.

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I saw her just the other day, first time in ages. On the vingrad left is biker poet Paladin — born Martin Rosenberg indied as Paladin in Between the Cracks Author: I don’t belong here.

Julia Vinograd

Culture makes people juliw. Neither Julia nor Debbie can remember any of the stories. Photo courtesy of Julia Vinograd. They were wistful middle aged men who were about to meet a barefoot girl in an orange mini-skirt who’d give juulia a flower and take them to her pad and after one toke on a joint they’d be drugged and helpless and make love non-stop on a mattress on the floor and in the morning they’d wake up a communist.

The photo was taken in the early s, as Vinograd was turning By Tom Dalzell Dec. She describes two rookie cops who asked her what she was doing. And you have a great big laugh like a fountain of furry fireworks that makes us all forget why we’re mad at you.


Then your voice booms like a church bell running off with the circus. She was called a street poet. She was so ordinary she would have been invisible except for the terrible light filling her face as she whispered “My son. And then it was back to Berkeley. Scotch-tape sort of holds your glasses on. Views Read Edit View history.

Fair to believe that I really did have to leave Berkeley for vital familial reasons. There’s an alarm clock in the cleft of her breasts and a pink slip up her sleeve tells you you’ve been laid off.

There were five green marbles. I know this too — she probably could only exist in Berkeley. This is Grandpa Ben. It was during the Vietnam war and he was giving a great protest reading in Washington Square Park and nobody wanted to leave.

Julia Vinograd, the Berkeley poet known as ‘The Bubble Lady’ dies at 75

July 1, at 4: We hold our breath. It laughs dismissingly at everything that isn’t perfect. American Friends Service Committee.

She wrote 50 volumes of poetry, much of which is about Berkeley. Her work has been included in a number of anthologies, including Berkeley! Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published.

What a brilliant pacifist move! There is no food. I am listening to the silence in my room behind the radio. You’re a Cossack general in that old, fur-collared coat drilling an army of teddybears and waving a ham sandwich. Julia Vinograd I stand by my window at night And look out. By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy.


Berkeley poet Julia Vinograd, known as ‘Bubble Lady,’ dies at 75

Everything’s broken from promises to plumbing, it’s not just us anymore. Julia Vinograd made real for us those who are wanting and lacking and forgotten and invisible.

He credits Vinograd with making him a poet during their friendship of more than 30 years. She lived at vinogrxd Berkeley Inn and spent her days at the Med, drinking coffee and watching the world pass by. I am not sure what that means, unless it means that she writes vinoograd the street in the figurative sense of the lower socioeconomic strata. You hurt us and we’re glad to see you. Julia Vinograd in her home. You’re a marshmallow monster. Julia Vinograd Julia Vinograd is a Berkeley street poet.

I want all cigars to have Moe’s face on the gilt band. Beauty drives them crazy. Berkeley’s veteran street poet writes of displacement from what was long her home, and of other experiences. I am the night. It’s raining vinkgrad the worlds till there’s only mud in slow motion rolling down hills and out of mirrors calling to articulate mud. I stand by my window at night And look out.