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SHJ Issue 12
Spring 2015

[A Genuine Treasure]

by William Harry Harding

The most generous artist in San Diego is dead—poet Steve Kowit. His poetry was music, the deliberately discordant minor tones jarring with the full-bodied brightness of the major keys: our own Thelonious Monk, by way of Brooklyn and all the bumps between there and here. I loved his wit, his outlandish sense of humor, his keen mind, those halting pauses when he read his poems, the way you could hear the smile in his voice. So many of us loved him as friend, mentor, and teacher, and it took him all but the last two years of his life to learn to say “no” to requests. Still, I don’t think he ever let any of us down. He showed up, always. He has long been an emblem of what the best of us looks like, and he will remain that for me. We’ve lost a genuine treasure.

—Posted to Facebook on 2 April 2015; republished here by author’s permission
SHJ Issue 12
Spring 2015

William Harry Harding

William “Bill” Hardy Harding is an ex-Navy combat pilot, a novelist and former book critic, and the publisher of the San Diego Poetry Annual.

Garden Oak Press

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury