I just found out today that Creeley died last week. I suppose his passing got a little overshadowed by this whole pope thing. Pope... poet... not so different! Anyhow, here's the NY Times' obituary and a nice memorial at Conjunctions. And one of his most famous poems which I fondly recall Galvin bringing to workshop and reading as if it were the darkest, most sublime thing packaged like a flash of lightning:
I Know a Man
As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,--John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,
drive, he sd, for
christ's sake, look
out where yr going.
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