NOTES

31/1/2013

Anselm Hollo

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This is for nothing more than to note remarks in regular correspondence since Anselm’s death on January 29th.

….and even from my fragmentary and second-hand sense of the time, it strikes me as a forceful and under-recognised truth that he was one of the essential motive personalities in that “change of mood” (understatement). I’ll remember Anselm reading in Cambridge one night, at Queens’ college, when I think his car broke down, or some such thing. He arrived with the cold air, very merry and vivid, and we had a fine good time.

Neil Pattison, Cambridge

We remember that time in Boulder so vividly.
You, Juno and Anselm at the Buffalo Bill Museum, very illuminating. Our reading at Naropa.
The garden ‘brunch’ on the lawn at Elizabeth’s place.
Anselm drove us into Boulder very late at night to post some books back home at American Express. I was asking about horned owls and if there were any around Boulder, everyone said: never in the city, but maybe out of town. Then we came back out of the Express office onto the parking lot and I looked up and there sitting on a telegraph pole under a light, the Great Horned One. It hooted twice, turned its head around and then launched itself into the darkness. We were all silent for a while.

Robert Adamson, Sydney

He was a pretty amazing man.

Stephen Emerson, Oakland

I met him at Naropa in 1997 during an event about Kenneth Patchen and remember well how he spoke so knowledgeably and how intently he listened to others…

Marcus Williamson, UK

Whenever one of my old friends dies it feels as if I’ve lost part of my history. Like a tree in the forest with one less person who’s seen it.

Marge Marash, NYC

I’d always kept it in mind that he was someone I’d have loved to have got to Cork, though I realized the unlikelihood, given his age. I only met him once, Prague in 2004, and I just remember the relaxed combination of intelligence and humour and personal warmth. A lovely man.

Trevor Joyce, Cork

Filled in a few gaps in the bio I did for Bruccoli Clark in ’83. I was trying to remember where Anselm was then, had we corresponded? Or was he still in SF? Opening my copy I find a letter to my father, later recovered from my mom I guess, dated April 29, in which I say Anselm “is moving back to Baltimore next month.” Memory shot full of holes.

Kit Robinson, California

Here’s a picture of Ron Loewinsohn and his wife Joan, and Anselm (didn’t note down the child’s name) at the Magic Meadow near the mountain top in blueberry season in 1978, Anselm was loath to pick the blueberries in the meadow, something about his grandmother in Finland, as I recall, demanding that he pick them when he was a kid.

Ed Sanders, Woodstock NY

P.S. Anselm Hollo has been, for me and my friends, a very important person!
But mainly as a translator and a “link maker” – for me it needed another
thirty years to realise what or who he really was. And i am still starting
to realise!

Ulf Stolterfoht, Berlin

Ten British poets read from Maya to mark the passing of Anselm Hollo

I really wanted to organise a reading to mark the death of Anselm Hollo, whom I admired so much. This was the small gesture I had to settle for, but the readings from these wonderful poets are uniformly beautiful, I really recommend you check them out. All can been seen on my blog here, http://blutkitt.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/ten-british-poets-read-from-maya-to.html or individual vids below.