My father met poet Robert Lowell as a student at Kenyon, and generally spoke of him as his best friend. They certainly lived very different kinds of lives. I hope to add a few more thoughtful (and/or researched) notes here, but for now, in honor of his birthday, here are a few pictures. Any notes are based on my mother’s writing on the back of the photo.
The above may be the only photograph of me and Robert Lowell. Harriet & I both grew up to be Rolling Stones fans. In a few days I will be marching in DC for #NeverAgain and gun control. I have done volunteer work for NOW, my daughter is a scientist and my wife does important government work. But there is the photo. Christmas day, 1961, Columbus, Ohio, America.
From the 1948 Daily Iowan (student newspaper):