Gerry Gilbert - The Laughing PoetMonday, June 22, 2009
Because you always spoke of your high regard for Gerry Gilbert and his work, I thought you might like to know, if you hadn't heard already, that Gerry died in St. Paul's Hospital last Friday at 6PM. Both his children Tamsin and Jeremy had paid recent visits, and Marlene Swidzinkski, a dear old friend was with him in his final hours.
There's a short notice on our Schroedinger's Cat blog, plus photos.
We will probably organize a memorial reading later in August.
I'll keep you posted.
the poem may never end
Azure Blues, Talonbooks 1991
Gerry Gilbert was my favourite Canadian poet. He helped me access poetry like no other poet has. I loved Gilbert because he always lived in poverty or close to poverty. He had his damned principles of which he never relaxed or let go.
they played some liszt on the radio today
it wasn’t listening
they played some satie on the radio today
it wasn’t satisfying
they played some apollinaire on the radio today
it wasn’t appalling
they played some rock on the radio today
it wasn’t stoned
they played some jazz on the radio today
it wasn’t the actual sound the musicians had ground,
which is full of pits & indeterminacies
they played some pussycat on the radio today
it wasn’t noticed by the cat of our house
sex + the single mushroom
grOnk inadmissible series 5
Gerry Gilbert taught me to laugh in tough times.
Gerry Gilbert's bicycle