Robin Blaser

Robin Blaser, the poet of The Holy Forest, has died.  The Globe and Mail has an appreciation here, and The Quill and Quire has theirs here.

Further tributes from:

Charles Bernstein

Possum Ego

Damn the Caesars

Chris Vitiello

Stan Persky

John Sakkis

Please post any new information in the comments, and I will follow up with anything further as it comes in.

Originally Published: May 8th, 2009

Travis Nichols is the author of two books of poetry: Iowa (2010, Letter Machine Editions) and See Me Improving (2010); and he is the author of two novels: Off We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder (2012) and The More You Ignore Me (2013). He has contributed to The Believer, Paste, The...

  1. May 8, 2009
     Don Share

    the sorrow is sharp\r
    one plays on innocence\r
    the harp silences

  2. May 8, 2009
     Joshua Marie Wilkinson

    the cold has come, the moths have gone,\r
    white, grey, cinnamon and one rested\r
    in the sun, wine purple wings, yellow\r
    edged, tacked with the wind's changes,\r
    careened, then, taking flight, hid\r
    in the fig tree\r

    the circles the moon, the stars, the\r
    plants and below, under the earth, the sun\r
    between the earth and the moon, a tone\r
    beyond that, the lyre

  3. May 11, 2009
     Annie Finch

    I will never forget hearing him read Shelley at St Marks Poetry Project. He glowed with it.

  4. May 12, 2009
     Judith Roche

    To paraphrase Spicer, "his love will let him go on." Robin's migrated this spring but he's left his song for us. The world will be colder in the absence of his presence, but the intelligence and the beauty of his song remains. \r

    Judith Roche