new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
I don't know anything about Lax and have only glanced at his poems in anthologies, but this whets my appetite for them. I seem to remember a photo of him staring fixedly at the camera, or through it at me, or through it and me at something else far more interesting. Was it Patmos?
Robert invited Eleni and I to visit him on Patmos, summer 1994. We stayed a week--a wonderful visit with a wonderful man and poet. When I find the time, I'll dig up some photos we took of him and post a few. And you're right about his way of looking at/through people and things--insight?