The note that Diane Wakoski sent in with her author photo (above):

In 1961 I still wore my somewhat prim schoolgirl clothes, as you see in the snapshot, even though I was a Berkeley beatnik, with black tights and long hair. I suppose I was two people? Had I always been? Am I still? By day, I was the proper bookstore clerk, my hair tidily pinned up, who had to lie about living with La Monte, since we weren’t married and I probably couldn’t have kept my job if anyone knew. By night I was the long-haired poet, full of rage and sadness, reading my poems, begging for purity, for love, for beauty, and for justice.

Read the rest at Harriet.