My deepest condolences to Tyrone’s family, friends, and colleagues. I have long felt that Tyrone’s brilliance as a poet-scholar was matched only by the generosity of his engagement with fellow writers. He gave so many of us the gift of his critical response. I feel very lucky to have known him, lucky to have known the pleasure of conversation with him and a kinship in thinking about aesthetics and the political, about civil liberties and poetry wars and pain and language and visceral poetics. I wish I could see him and talk and laugh together again. I remember an incredible reading Tyrone gave at UC Berkeley on a wild and windy night, and how I came away just completely invigorated with the power of his diction and voice. That memory of Tyrone’s stunning and uncompromising poetry, and my memories of his kindness and warm encouragement, will stay with me always.