title: Herald Of The Autochthonic Spirit
author:  Gregory Corso 
description: Gregory Corso (1930-2001) was abandoned by his mother a month after his birth at St. Vincent's Hospital in New York. Growing up in foster care and on the streets of Little Italy, Corso was a juvenile delinquent who spent time in Clinton Correctional Facility, in the cell recently vacated by gangster "Lucky" Luciano. An aspiring poet, Corso was taken under the wing of Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg, and became the youngest member of the Beat Generation's inner circle, with whom he lived and work in the Beat Hotel, a lodging house in Paris, during the late fifties. There he created one of his signature works, "Bomb", a poem composed of typewritten strips of paper arranged in the shape of a mushroom cloud. Late in life, Corso became reunited with his mother and maintained a close relationship with her until his death.
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  Heralds Call
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The Fables of Griffon
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The book opened slowly with a creak of aging leather as it was placed upon the
  old man's lap. He leaned forward, his lens placed over the fading page as he
  pulled aside stray strands of his long white beard from his view. It seemed
  almost like a wisp of cloud or mist, given a silvery magnificence by the glow
  of the candles light. Slowly and with a slight wheeze he gave a solemn and
  sagely look to those gathered around before him.
  
  
  "A long time ago..."
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Chapter three: The twelve artefacts of Tyran
  
  Griffon was woken early with the sound of the great stone door sliding open.
  Immediately fear of discovery struck him. He reached out for his blade
  standing by his bedside as he sat up and watched, listening carefully. In his
  doorway he saw a lantern reach forward held high by a dark figure who emerged
  like a dread shadow, its eyes glinting in the light. The shadow seemed to form
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