Interesting that the only response is here, on this least provincial of
And he's in /Poems for the Millennium/, for crying out loud. (Pierre Joris,
are you out there?)
It's as if Creeley or Ashbery died and nobody said anything. But of course
my own ignorance is vast.
I've put up another poem ("A Flower Song") and an early picture of him,
taken around the time the poem was written.
> lepää rauhassa---Rests in peace
> lepää rauhassa
> 2008/10/7 Rachel Loden <[log in to unmask]>
> > Life being short, poverty and wealth
> > are final verdicts, in that
> > poverty and life are of equal duration
> > and wealth and cold indifference
> > are perennial and hereditary, like diseases.
> > (from /May, Eternal/, 1988, tr. by Anselm Hollo)
> > And, briefly:
> > The old part (1754-1762) is known as
> > The Winter Palace.
> > Accordingly everything,
> > Floor, ceiling, walls
> > Is covered with these exalted beings:
> > Venus, Jupiter, many ladies
> > Of a full-bodied vintage.
> > You can still see how many a man
> > Lost head and hat
> > By the Berezhina River,
> > You can see that Borodino
> > Was a victory;
> > Of such
> > I'm talking, here,
> > Under the roof
> > Thatched by my hair.
> > (from /The Winter Palace/, 1959, tr. by Anselm Hollo)
> > http://wordstrumpet.blogspot.com/