Eric Drooker 
THEN:
“The year was 1967 and I was an eight-year-old boy riding the crosstown bus with my mother.
“The bus stopped on Avenue A, and a man with black-rimmed glasses and a big black beard entered alone and sat down in front of us.
“My mother leaned over and whispered in my ear that the man in front of us was a famous poet.
“I didn’t know what to think. What did a famous poet do all day…write poems?”
— Eric Drooker, from Prologue to Illuminated Poems, Allen Ginsberg, Eric Drooker
“I first glimpsed Eric Drooker’s odd name on posters pasted on fire alarms sides, construction walls checkered with advertisements, & lamppost junction boxes in the vortex of Lower East Side Avenues leading to Tompkins Square Park, where radical social dislocation mixed homeless plastic tents with Wigstock transvestite dress-up anniversaries, Rastas sitting on benches sharing spliff, kids with purple Mohawks,… Eric Drooker’s numerous block print-like posters announced much local action, especially squatters’ struggles and…” —Allen Ginsberg, from Introduction to Illuminated Poems, Allen Ginsberg, Eric Drooker
and NOW, 
as the beat goes on…
Eric Drooker, who Art Is Unity’s Carletta Joy Walker met while producing radio for Pacifica, Wbai radio in New York City, has completed another graphic novel (Naked City, coming out in October); he is carrying on with his vibrant art in what I think of as a conversation with what is happening on our streets, doing covers for the New Yorker magazine, and also playing his banjo while living in the SF Bay area.
Eric Drooker in Art Is Unity Gallery and at DROOKER.