Yesterday (thanks Pierre), Charles Bernstein's wrote:
Barbara Guest died last night in Berkeley. I got the news this afternoon from her daughter Hadley. For now, I want to recast some remarks I made on the occasion of Guest receiving the Frost Medal of the Poetry Society of America in 1999:
I want to thank Barbara Guest for a lifetime of poetry for which we, as readers, have been unprepared - to thank her for continually testing the limits of form and stretching the bounds of beauty, for expanding the imagination and revisioning - both revisiting and recasting - the aesthetic. For we are still unprepared for Guest: she has never quite fit our pre-made categories, our expectations, our explanations. She has written her work as the world inscribes itself, processurally, without undue obligation to expectation, and with a constant, even serene, enfolding in which we find ourselves folded.