Am 30.Juli starb der US-amerikanische Dichter Kenneth Irby* im Alter von 79 Jahren. Pierre Joris (auf seinem phantastischen Blog Nomadics. Meanderings & mawqifs of poetry, poetics, translations y mas. Travelogue too.) schreibt:
Profound sadness at the passing of an old friend, a major poet — whose work is way underappreciated in this, his country —, a great lover of literature, landscape and music. Below a poem from the sixties — p. 133 in his indispensable The Intent On (Collected Poems 1962-2006), North Atlantic Books 2009 — one of the poems I came across early on in his book Relation, and that introduced me to a part of this land I knew nothing about, and which I learned — via Robert Duncan — to call Irbyland. For more on his work, check out the Irby homage on Jacket2, here.
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