Carolyn Kizer passes at 89
 

Pulitzer prize winning poet Carolyn Kizer passed away Thursday at 89.

“Doctor, I’ll say,” she writes in “Afternoon Happiness,”
"I’m supposed to be a poet.
All life’s awfulness has been grist to me.
We learn that happiness is a Chinese meal,
While sorrow is a nourishment forever.
My new environment is California Dreamer.
I’m fearful I’m forgetting how to brood.
And, Doctor, another thing has got me worried:
I’m not drinking as much as I should ..."
http://www.latimes.com/books/jacketc...011-story.html

Rest in Peace dear lady.

Good bit of poetification. Wish I'd known her better.

Never heard of her.

What in the Hell kind of poetry is that?

Some kind of Left Coast Hippie shit?

Well, then you can be glad she's dead.

Just not your kind.

RIP lady.

Carolyn Kizer: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carolyn_Kizer

Death is always a tragedy.

'Do not go gentle into that good night!'

^^^from a poem

"I knew a man, his brain so small
He couldn't think of nothing at all
He's not the same as you and me
He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that
When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas
Whoever he was
The man ain't got no culture"

^^^from a song

Just what I thought.

One of them left coast hippies.

WTS is your trip Tom? Trolling a RIP thread is humor for you? :confused: