"Man acts as though he were the shaper and master of language, while in fact language remains the master of man." -- Heidegger
Frank Conroy, 1936-2005
I never had the chance to take in Frank first-hand (poets seldom do), but over the past four years I have heard stories about the man (and will probably hear them for the next forty) from friends and frenemies that have painted a singular, striking portrait. I raise my phantom whiskey glass at another old guard passing. Creeley, Bellow, Conroy..."may we meet again in the far, starry Milky Way."