From the many poets who have come through this town, Robert Creeley was the
most like his poetry. He was generous with his time and didn't 'put on
airs', as others have done. He was happy and joyous to share poetry and his
experience with us in this isolated part of the world. I have recounted my
Creeley stories before on this list - especially the one when my ex-wife was
cutting his hair before he flew to Singapore (back when they threw you in
jail for long hair) and she raised a lock high and said, jokingly, I'll keep
this lock next to my heart from 'the famous poet! He turned and angrily
said, Don't say that! We're all poets here ... I'm no one special ...
When he was sitting next to me at a table at a writing centre, I asked about
the other poets of his generation and his 'group'. He generously spoke of
them at length, sharing with me news and stories just like they were mutual
friends.
I am saddened by his death, but I treasure his works.
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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