If you didn't know George, you missed one of life's great pleasures. He was a big personality in every way, founder of the seminal magazine Kayak, a fantastic, strange writer of surreal poetry, and a man who lived large.
When I was an undergraduate, serious about loving and trying to write poetry but without much in the way of talent or skill, George invited me to his house in Santa Cruz to be part of his private poetry workshop, an act of validation that helped put me on the strange path I've followed since. I remember one workshop where George began to introduce the metrically regular, true-rhymed sonnets he created with a computer scientist friend. George provided sample sonnets, which were analyzed by part of speech and by stress, and then words from a rhyming dictionary and a vocabulary he provided were substituted in. The result was hundreds of pages of nonsense sonnets that George then read through to cull out the best lines and stanzas and construct them into surreal sonnets. They were strangely effective, despite the way they were written--or perhaps because of it!
A wonderful man.