Death hasn’t got a rightness at any age but in his early 60s, Richard Truhlar surely wasn’t due.
He published his first book while I was busy being conceived. He was starting presses and writing and performing sound poetry decades before I realized poetry existed outside old books. A musician, artist, chef, gardener, poet, spec fiction writer, and upstanding fellow.
And I look around again at who I enjoy the company and work of, and look for who I’m not paying enough attention to before it’s too late.
Tune in to Literary Landscape, 93.1fm at 6:30pm EST live or online, livestreamed or as an on demand podcast shortly after. I’ll be doing a tribute show to him tonight.
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you can hear the recording here: it’s recorded on demand here (starting 3 minutes in) http://cod.ckcufm.com/programs/109/13639.html
(starting just shy of 3 minutes in)
was fortunate to be in his presence in 2010 for his reading in Ottawa. Seems like yesterday.
It does seem much more recent than that.
his obituary announcement is here: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/thestar/obituary.aspx?n=richard-edward-truhlar&pid=167045728#fbLoggedOut