Saturday, March 13, 2004

Cid Corman

 

1924 -2004

 

 

 

Death is the
dance life does.
Alone with

alone on
the crowded
floor.
Silence -

the music -
finally -
reaching us.

 

 

 

I am reminded that possibly the very first critical writing I ever did about a contemporary poet was a review of Cid reading in Berkeley for the Daily Californian, circa 1970. Hard to imagine that he was ten years younger then than I am now. When he first started Origin, publishing the likes of Charles Olson & Robert Creeley long before others would, he was 26 years old. A few kids with one good idea can change the world.

 

I’ll return to what Greg Perry calls my “silly little poetry game” on Monday.