I just want to acknowledge the passing of Jackson Mac Low, an excellent, highly important poet who was also by all accounts an extraordinary and kind human being. I had the privilege of seeing him read only once, at the Bowery Poetry Club during the summer that I worked there. The club was putting on an event to celebrate the publication of the second issue of PomPom, in which Anne Tardos, Jackson's wife (is it right for me to be on a first-name basis with him? I'm not sure.), had a piece. She decided to read her poem in dialogue with the Juliana Spahr poem from PomPom #1 on which it was based, with Mac Low reading Spahr's part. Somehow, this very brief experience of him reading seems to encapsulate everything that I've heard about him. He was willing to decenter his own ego in service of the piece, whether that meant using chance operations or being part of a reading in which nothing he'd written was being read. The very fact of his participation shows he was open to the work of younger poets like Spahr--indeed, he was in fact openly supportive. And he was interested in extending poetry beyond the page and into different kinds of performance, whether on a large scale or in the straight-forward yet right-on dialogue that I saw that evening. I know that a tribute like this, by someone who didn't know him, is invariably going to miss the mark in some way or another, but nonetheless, I feel like I'd be remiss if I said nothing about this individual who served, and serves, as such an excellent model on how to conduct oneself both in one's work and in one's life. And so, I'd like to say thanks to him, and to pay my respects, in all senses of the word.