Lorette reports that Crad died this afternoon at a Toronto hospice. He hadn't been conscious for several days. He was in peace.
I published one poem by Crad, a few decades ago, as part of my Proper Tales Postcard series:
There'll be no more giant leeches
when you find the good lord Jesus.
That era in the 1980s, of selling my books in the street, left an indelible stamp on me as a writer. On reflection, what Crad taught me most was not to compromise in my writing. We would come only so far to readers, by putting signs around our necks and self-publishing chapbooks; from there, the readers would have to come to us.
Good night, Crad.
Over and out.
Heard the news about Crad's death and wanted to offer condolences to friends and family.
ReplyDeleteHe helped steer me toward self-publishing and for that I shall always be in his debt. We also share a healthy contempt for the publishing industry and its lackeys.
In an epoch of round, uniformly-sized holes, the world needs square pegs and Crad served that role admirably.
He will be missed.
Thank you. A lot of us miss him.
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