C.K. Williams passed away on September 20, of cancer. In Hopewell, mere miles from here. When I walked into Labyrinth Books last week, I actually burst into tears when I saw the cover of his Collected Poems. I just couldn't hold it together to make it through the checkout line without shaking—the book felt as heavy as a brick.
As a former student, everything I’ve been reading, watching, and listening to surrounding his work and his impact—from Princeton to Paris, from Newark to New York, from poetry to translation, from critical theory to literature—matters a lot to me. I think the more stories we have, and the more we share his work, the better. It keeps his legacy urgent, of the moment, and alive.