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Please suspend any donations. Last Friday after two days of tests, scans, bone-marrow extraction and so on, our Doctor came in the evening to say the cancer had badly metastsized…to bone marrow, liver, right lung, kidney and small bowel. Nothing to be done except palliative care and that I had at most two weeks to live. So that’s it. I can’t see I shall ever get back here. Emails will reach Val val.raworth@gmail.com who obviously will pass along to me whatever she can. Bits of it all have been fun and it’s been a decent run.

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Whose generosity gives this site/jounal some space for a while.

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San Francisco Chronicle obituary .

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It has been a bad year, but I won’t haunt Christmas. What space of this I can so rarely now find energy sufficient to open, let alone use, exists purely because a few generous friends (I thank particularly Jeremy Noel-Tod and Ian Heames) click the donate button. I’m grateful to them, and to the actual analogue friends in town…. Sam, Sara, Ace and Guthrie; Daniel, Jenny and Bramble; Franco and his restaurant for… their constant help and presence. Otherwise I have been able only to see immediate family and representatives of most medical specialities, over more than a year.
I’ve no strength to send out a card: but those who wish to will find this. Enjoy these days. Love from us, Val and Tom

I can do no more than report with sadness (the news is second/third hand a short while ago) that Ray DiPalma was found dead after being missed from his teaching. I know nothing but that. I owe Ray a lot… he was responsible for my first job at Bowling Green S.U. and published me in his DOONES press magazine and books. His own work, from poetry through translations on to his witty and delicate rubber-stamp books and other graphic work was ever interesting, awake, and reflective of his wide-ranging reading and interests. I have no strength to write more.

Death later confirmed by Merrill Gilfillan.

I took this photo of Ray in Bowling Green, Ohio, 1972.

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Here is Michael Lally’s note on Ray from Best American Poetry.

A sunny morning has me thinking of Anne-Marie. Bon Anniversaire!

Anne-Marie Albiach. August 9th.1937 – November 4th.2012

….would have been Peter Gilpin’s birthday: well, it still is. Thinking of you both this morning Gayle.

Spain, 2011

Finally done. Despite last minute (or early morning) blips and hold-ups) not medical, but bureaucratic and systemic) the surgeon did great work and demonstrated exactly why she’s held in such high regard. My thanks to her, to the two anaestheists and to the other theatre staff. I heard six different European languages used between nursing staff in the recovery ward. Home now I see the unusual sunlight of the past week has brought on my “Apache” Chilli. Val and I thank you for all the messages. I’ll try to get through the e-accumulation after the weekend perhaps.

A dawn phonecall informs us that the “urgent” surgery already cancelled twice October will, now that surgeons and anaesthetists have conferred, be tried again at 8.30 a.m. on Wednesday, 20th. A lot to be done in the next couple of days so I shall probably be offline for some time (both here, and for email) from tomorrow.

Casual media grazers might have missed the result of this poetry contest. when it appeared in The Spectator of May 21st. on page 21.

Here is a link to the source.

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Jim Pennington was kind enough to send me this photo of Gregory Corso and piero heliczer in Paris, 1960. They are exactly how I remember meeting them. A jolt.

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photo © Harriet Crowder

A couple of interesting pieces from the local newspaper in Normandy:
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It was a (very) rare sunny day. The bus to the most distant hospital I have to get to goes from a stop the furthest away. On the way home I got halfway down George Street and then had to sit. Luckily there’s an iron bench and I was able to both rest and observe the evening street traffic

Chain Of Title, by David Dayen The New Press

Gangster Warlords, by Ioan Grillo Bloomsbury

Amberianum, by Charles Bernstein… 66 copies made by No Press, Alberta, Canada.

Against Value In The Arts And Education, edited by Sam Ladkin, Robert McKay and Emile Bojesen Rowman

Near Miss Hit Me, by Buck Downs information from 18113 Burke Street,SE, DC 20003

Hieronymous Bosch, The Complete Works, by Stefan Fischer Taschen

No Art; Poems, by Ben Lerner Granta

Pitch Of Poetry, by Charles Bernstein University of Chicago

You Want It When?, by Buck Downs. information from 18113 Burke Street,SE, DC 20003

Short Course, by Ted Greenwald and Charles Bernstein Chax

Langue De Coton, by Michèle Cohen and Jean-François Goyet General information

Culebra, by Roberto Harrison Green Lantern

Bicycle, by Roberto Harrison Noemi Press

Le Cahier du Refuge number 250 CIPM Marseille

Sonnets (another 10) published by Face Press, Hoxton April 2016

Sonnets books 1 to 10 Printed in Cambridge, May 2016

Information about both Sonnets books should be gleaned from Ian Heames

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Photo by Nicole Ball

A few moments ago Ken Lansdowne died. He was my oldest friend and, with his wife Pat, family forever. Born in Shoreditch, East London (well before it was polluted by “artists”) on Christmas day 1938; he died this morning in Deal, Kent. The stories are too many and, finally, nobody’s fucking business. This was the last time I saw Ken, he came to visit shortly before I went into hospital, almost two years ago. After that, neither of us could travel. A diamond. With Teddy yesterday, and Ken today, this June is working on being memorable.

Ken’s funeral. July 7th. 2016

…. our dear and old friend Ted Greenwald. Love and condolences to Joan and Abby.
The worst week for a long time. This is not the last time I saw Teddy; but it was the last time we sat across a table alone.
Read his books.

Poetry Foundation note

BILL BERKSON
August 30, 1939, New York City –– June 16th, 2016, San Francisco.

Bill reading in London, 2007

A flicker of late night memories through almost 50 years. Bill always calm. warm, generous with time, information, gossip and in light. New York City, Bolinas, San Francisco, London. Mentally and physically courageous, too. Our deepest sympathy to Connie; to all Bill’s family.

Note by Pat Nolan from Black Bart

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with Claude Royet-Journoud in Marseille

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thanks to Michèle Cohen

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Behind The Façade: An Architect At Large   John Wells-Thorpe   Book Guild Publishing
Edge Of Irony   Marjorie Perloff   University of Chicago Press
Everydata   Johnson and Gluck   Bibliomotion
A Burglar’s Guide To The City   Geoff Manaugh   Farrar Strauss and Giroux
La Finitude des corps simples   Claude Royet Journoud   P.O.L
oyster finitude   Dominique Fourcade   hors commerce
Modern Toss IX   Jon Link and Mick Bunnage   Modern Toss