A revised version of Anne’s essay for the anthology ran over at the Los Angeles Review of Books, and also on Salon. 

“A bit too tipsy, plastic cup of Great Lakes beer in hand, I walked up to the couples and families and of the young artsy types to find out what they knew about Hart Crane. A typical encounter: “Do you know who Hart Crane is?” “Who?” “Well, we’re at the Hart Crane Memorial Park.” “What the hell does that mean?” “The park is named after him.” “No, I’ve never heard of him.”

. See more pictures of the Hart Crane Memorial Park here