The little postcards circulating in the Bay Area 60 years ago read simply, “Six poets at the Six Gallery. Kenneth Rexroth, M.C. Remarkable collection of angels all gathered at once in the same spot. Wine, music, dancing girls, serious poetry, free satori. Small collection for wine and postcards. Charming event.”
After that night, American literature, and a lot of other things, would never be quite the same.