I'm forwarding this with PQ's permission. There's also a lengthy obit
in today's (Friday's) NY Times. SP
At 12:00 AM -0500 1/7/05, Automatic digest processor wrote:
>Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 21:34:41 -0800
>From: Peter Quartermain <[log in to unmask]>
>Subject: Guy Davenport.
>5 January 2005
>I go to the bookshelf, take down Flowers & Leaves, that striking and alas so
>little-known long poem so elegantly published back in 1966 by Jonathan
>Williams, Guy's lifelong friend. And drew the sorts: my hand flips back and
>forth, I do not watch, and the motion stops, my thumb at page 110.
> "The cat of Pierre Loti. _Hippolyte on l'appelle_.
> A sardine of paleological silver the great artist
> Gave him when he sat for his portrait, aromatic
> And with the _soupcon_ of _huile d'olive_ about it,
> As was proper, whose family reached back
> To Nilotic tax collectors in porcelan wigs,
> To the bee gums of Beersheba, Akkadian hotels,
> (A cousin removed was friend to Mr Smart the poet);
> Leo Alektor kept the high gates at Mycenae,
> Quite Hebraic, the family tree, rich in detail.
> But we are companion to Monsieur Loti.."
>Yes. His love for cats. His restless curious and so astonishingly generous
>and open mind, its passionate delights. "Guy Davenport went round in a dream
>the day he learned the Greek alphabet," he told me in 1979. That dream never
>faded, any more than will he in my remembrance and delight. The debt - my
>debt - is enormous. Our debt, I should say.
>He read, thought, remembered. He remembered _everything. And cared,
>Oh damn! damn! damn! the loss. What else is there to say.
>"Nothing is so helpless as the liberal spirit
>face to face with fundamentalism."
>Guy Davenport, on Osip Mandelstam
>846 Keefer Street
>Canada V6A 1Y7
>voice 604 255 8274
>fax 604 255 8204
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