Condolences, Stephen. I enjoyed immensely the long, deep conversations she
had with us through you.
Caleb
On Wed, Sep 26, 2012 at 8:06 AM, Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]>wrote:
> I am sorry to read this. Her mind and senses took her to places few of us
> can imagine. May you find comfort.
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> On Sep 25, 2012, at 4:59 PM, Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> > With inevitable sadness, yesterday afternoon my mother, Barbara
> > Mioore Vincent died at the age of 96. During the past few years, among
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> > us here, she became known for her
> > proclivity to dictate her own poems, often improvising freely off the
> work of modernist writers such as
> > Joanne Kyger, Rexroth, Ginsberg, Levertov, Gertrude Stein and others
> whose works I would read
> > to her.Much of her out put
> > was published, most recently a group of poems in Eaogh’s issue on aging,
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> > by Susan Schultz. For most of her public life, she was a politician, City
> > planner, and environmental activist in the San Francisco Bay Area,
> including being a founding member of Save the
> > Bay. On the Richmond shoreline, the Barbara and Jay Vincent Park , now
> part of the Federal Park
> > System, is a commemoration of the efforts of my parents to preserve the
> Bay
> > from industrial destruction. A graduate and veteran of many of this
> country’s
> > 20th century natural, human and economic upheavals, she had an
> > incorrigible sense of honesty, bravery and sometimes humor in
> confronting the
> > reality of the various hands into which she was dealt. As not long after
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> > January will open the horrible threat.
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> > February will break off a few of the wicked.
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> > March the winds will blow and frighten everybody.
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> > April will break my heart.
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> > May will come whisking through.
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> > June is hard to decipher.
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> > July will never stop to say hello.
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> > August is jolly and happy for people like me.
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> > September is hard to take.
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> > October is full of joy for very few.
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> > November marks the worst that could ever come.
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> > December for many it’s love and joy
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> > But not for me.
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> > Barabara Moore Vincent 1916 - 2012
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