Allen Tice, RIP
 

He posted here two days before he died. I hope he has found true rhyme and perfect metre.

Oh no. This one really stings. I never knew him personally, but felt I knew him pretty well through his posts here. One of the most irreverent posters I can recall in my nearly fifteen years on this site, and damn memorable for it. That he died of COVID feels almost cruel at this point. I very much hope his family -- and indeed, the Eratosphere community -- can keep his memory and his poetry alive.

(I'm moving this thread up to General Talk so that more people see it.)

I met Allen once, at the West Chester University Poetry Conference. He was odd and shy and passionate in his opinions, like many poets. I will miss his unique responses to poems.

Susan

Such a sympathetic critter. He will be missed.

Duncan

I was just wondering where Allen had gotten to. I haven’t been here long enough to know him well, but long enough to miss his quirky posts and penchant for stirring things up. It won’t be the same without him.

Carl

I that in heill was and gladness
Am trublit now with great sickness
And feblit with infirmitie:
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Our plesance here is all vain glory,
This fals world is but transitory,
The flesh is bruckle, the Feynd is slee:
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

The state of man does change and vary,
Now sound. now sick, now blyth, now sary,
Now dansand mirry, now like to die:
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

No state in Erd here standis sicker;
As with the wynd wavis the wicker
So wannis this world's vanitie:
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Unto the Death gods all Estatis,
Princis, Prelattis, and Potestatis,
Baith rich and poor of all degree:
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

He takis the knichtis in to the field
Enarmit under helm and scheild;
Victor he is at all mellie:
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

RIP

The weirdest person to ever post on this forum and I say that with much love. I met him a few times and I will miss him.

He was one of a kind. We often fought on the Sphere, but also maintained an often-warm personal contact, and got along well when we met at West Chester. He could be maddening at times - entertaining at others - and I will miss him greatly.

Allen Tice, RIP
 

Allen was a gentle gentleman with a unique sense of humor. I will miss his mischief and his bee-dance around the words in his own poems.

Thank you, Michael Cantor, for the words you share about Allen. You may enjoy how he closed a PM about his 'Kimono' poem:

"The title “Kimono”—not currently negotiable. A better title might be possible—you tell me what, one or three choices—for now, I like its sound, its message, its simplicity, its actual factual visual loveliness and ease of removal.

You can post on the thread and annoy Michael Cantor just enough to keep him happy.

Allen Tice"
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May Allen's words remain enshrined at this Eratosphere, that we may continue to enjoy them for a long time.

~mignon