November 23 1926 – December 2 2011
You can find his “information” easily, but Christopher Logue was one of the very few English poets with an edge back in the late 1950s. I published him in (I think) the first “outburst”… at least I remember still setting a poem of his that began:
aeschylus, the oracle said
died from a tortoise falling on his head
which was clearer than most things here then. I also have a memory of him, poor, spending all he had for a David Hockney picture.
The image is stolen from David James site with his father’s photographs: because it’s how I remember him: a glimpse into the past.