Appreciation …

… Remembering poet Henri Coulette, a forgotten voice of Los Angeles. (Har tip, Dave Lull.)

There’s … a haunting, haunted quality to Coulette’s story, an early success who went silent too soon. “Henri’s death troubles me: the collapse of what began as a bright career as a poet, and his complete isolation at the end,” wrote his onetime friend and Writers’ Workshop colleague Robert Dana in the New York Times after Coulette’s death; Dana, who alludes to Coulette’s issues with drinking and depression, makes a point of including that he’d been found “in a chair; alone.”