Janine Pommy Vego died yesterday. Now the parenthesis is filled (1942-2010).
Janine lived an amazing life. For years after she
came back from South America, where she had
married and her young husband had died, she would
return, hiking the Andes by herself, not the
safest thing for a lone woman to do, and only
stopped, with regret, when the rise of the
sendero luminoso made it not just dangerous but
suicidal. That's the way she lived. A woman and
poet of immense, unwavering generosity of spirit.
Mark
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"What a beautiful set of circumstances! What a
lovely concatenation of particulars. Here is the
poet alive in every sense of the word, and
through every one of his senses. Instead of
missing a beat or a part, Weiss’ fragments are
like Chekhov’s short storiesthe more that gets
left out, the more they seem to contain… One can
hear echoes from all the various
ancestors...[but] the voice, at its center, its
core, is pure Mark Weiss. His use of the fragment
is both elegant and bafflingly clear, a pure
musical threnody…[it] opens a window, not only
into a mind, but a person, a personality, this
human figure at the emotional center of the poem."
M.G. Stephens, in Jacket.
http://jacketmagazine.com/40/r-weiss-rb-stephens.shtml
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