Saturday, November 12, 2011

Kell Robertson: In Memory




The Thing About Kell

  Kell Robertson 
  had no
  cell phone 
  no credit card
  no computer 
  no bank account.
  Just a
  portable
  typewriter a
  saddle a
  pistol &
  a guitar.

  Ten million
  more like 
  him &
  Moloch would
  be dropped
  to its
  knees.
                                                John Bennett
 



Above is a tribute to small press poet and musician Kell Robertson, who died this week, by another small press legend, John Bennett.   John tells me the poem will be cross posted by Monsieur K over at Outlaw Poetry Network.  Way back in issue #27 of Lilliput Review (November 1991), the following was published.




Coyote Dances
  around the edges
  Coyote yips
  and howls
  at the sky

  Coyote steals
  whatever he can
  and laughs sometimes
  when serious folk
  come around to tell him
  what is good for them
  is good for him too
Kell Robertson



Rest in peace, Kell ...


best,
Don



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7 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

Sounds like a man for the ages.

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Yes, indeed, Charles ...

tom said...

Sorry to hear about Kell. I remember first reading him back in the early 80S

snowbird said...

coyote calls
after another voice
that can't call back....
lonesome valleys
without a poet

Sorry to hear a voice like that is stilled.

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Tom and Merrill ... always sad to see a small press light go out. He was a gem.
Don

Amanda P. said...

Kell is my grandfather. My mothers name is April Robertson. He abandoned Her when she was a year old. Wish he was a part of her life

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Amanda ... I'm sorry to hear of this. Thinking of you, and your mom, this Christmas eve. Don