By: Amanda French

She refused, refused, refused.

By: Franklin Bruno

“Do not sing to rain, poet, make it rain.”

By: Mark Kingwell

Her slant rhymes were radically proto-modernist.

By: Franklin Bruno

Clarity and balance, not disorientation, were his artistic mainsprings.

By: Mark Kingwell

Imaginative play that constructs a world available to experience.

By: Gary Panter

Without him, The Sixties as we know them might not have happened.

By: Franklin Bruno

Elected to poetry like a fucking nun with a “vocation.”

By: Mark Kingwell

From his mother’s sleep he fell into the State.

By: Alix Lambert

“Pain… calls me over and wants to know the secret of reaching you”

By: Lucy Sante

He brought Surrealism into being.

By: Anthony Miller

He mixed total irreverence with profound compassion.

By: Devin McKinney

The tubercular cousin in our family of vigorous visionaries.

By: Lucy Sante

A teenage runaway who happened to be possessed of genius.

By: Tor Aarestad

His antihero, Pechorin, would kill on reality TV.

By: Adam McGovern

Bridging irrecon­cilable ideas was the matrix of his art.