There are a few things I'm sure about and a lot I'm not.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Reginald Shepherd, RIP
Oh, I am just distraught. I just found out that Reginald Shepherd died almost two weeks ago, and we hadn't even known he was ill. I will come out of the anonymity schtick sufficiently to say that he was an old friend of S's, a complicated friend and friendship, and they have been out of touch for a while, but knowing he existed, living his difficult life and writing his incredible poetry, was just, well, it wasn't even something one thought about, just something that was. The world was a better place because Reginald Shepherd wrote poetry in it. And now the world is a worse place.
And S is asleep, and in the morning I need to tell him.