Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Robert Creeley, 1926-2005

Sad, sad day. If there's a single poet who's had the biggest impact on my poetry (or at least on my thinking about poetry), it's Robert Creeley, and I know there are many others who would say the same. The unflinching focus and engagement of his early work played a big part in my decision to make a commitment to poetry in the first place, and each of his newer books surprised me with the depth of its resonance.

I didn't have much contact with him, but when I chatted with him a few years ago after a reading at U of T he invited me to visit him "down the road" (he was living in Buffalo at the time). I didn't, thinking that, judging by the readiness with which he extended the invitation, there must have been many others who had received a similar one and that therefore it would be too much of an invasion of his privacy and too great a demand on his time. Wrong logic, I now realize, where he's concerned. I wish I had gone. "Company" is a word Creeley used extremely frequently. Company seemed to be something he relished and something with which he was extremely generous.

Here. Here. Here. Here. Here. Here. Here. Here.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I thought of you immediately, Mark.


8:18 PM  
Blogger Mark said...

Hey, Ania,

Good to hear from you. I'm amazed by the number of incredible notes on Creeley's passing I've come across. I'll post some links tomorrow.


8:48 PM  

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