had published Ekstasis, and later Destroyed Works, a cherished copy of which I still have in my library, and whose poem, Morning Light Song ("the heavens proclaim you, Absolute God") has proven a durable and influential impetus of my own poetry.
Old fashioned in the best sense, high art was being practiced and Dave was its High Priest, its sweet promulgator of fineness even then.
I remember also noting his
casual remarks, never that casual, that often were spot - on target critiques or facet analysis of a line of a poem, or an often slightly arch comment on a particular poet which was never mean but often slicing close to the bone.
And the books being produced!
Only the Patchen painted originals, of which there was a bin still at City Lights in about 1958 or 9 when I visited the store in my last year of Oakland High School
, had that original and somehow raw quality of true beauty.
books so lovingly designed, not in a standard format but matching each book of poems in its particulars, were portals into the poems inside and then out through the poetry into the world.
That Dave Haselwood
is now Joko, and dispensing Zen wisdom wedded with wisdom poetry of all kinds, is no surprise.