tectak, Tom
#1
i just found out that one of our older members [Tom], passed away last year.. he was a valuable member of site with a wry sense of humour. bye Tom.
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#2
Damn it. RIP Tom. I'll miss his wit and his cantankerous approach to poetry.

Damn
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#3
(03-24-2020, 09:41 PM)billy Wrote:  i just found out that one of our older members [Tom], passed away last year.. he was a valuable member of site with a wry sense of humour. bye Tom.
That's sad news. Tom had a very keen eye for critique and kept me in line many times when I tried to take too much licence. 
Much respect.
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#4
Sad He will be missed.  He was one of the first people I encountered on this site.  I always felt he was one of its pillars.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
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#5
Sad to hear this. He will be missed.
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#6
I liked him for his honesty. He wasn't afraid to say what was on his mind. The site will miss him, I have missed him.
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#7
oh Sad

he got me to be a better critic and poet real big, and i'm pretty sure i'm in one sense imitative of him whenever i comment on a piece

Sad
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#8
We were kindred, he was my brother. What a wonderful guy. Hopefully we will meet again.

dale
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#9
Oh man,
sending out my well wishes to his family. This year has been so tough
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Rob Cave
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#10
Oh dear, such sad news. I've missed his bark and bite for some time now, he had a way of always getting the whole root with the weed and his comments where considered and helpful, so sad.

In his own words

I breathe to live; though each hauled hookah breath,
bubbles through tenacious tears of salted, slimy death.
Hear me suck cold setting air through crackling, crumpled caves
in expectorating exorcism, rib-rattling heaving waves.
Inspired by addiction to the slow and breathless prose,
words are better spoken softly than on paper pruinose
with flecks of ash and spittle – my trademark lithograph –
uncopied in my lifetime, though a fitting epitaph.

Tectak
2013

If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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