Paul's was the very first class of my MFA program at The New School, and his demeanor and acumen immediately made me feel like I had made a magical decision in pursuing the writing of poetry. He was exactly what I thought a poetry professor should be from the way he dressed to his unplummably deep knowledge of all things literary to his endless and hilarious asides.
As considerable as all of this was, it was when I saw him read at KGB that it finally hit me how all of these attributes really came together: this man was a POET. He took over that room, crowded to the bursting point, and there wasn't a soul that did not hang on his every word. The palpable appreciation for his sterling wordplay was topped only by the guffaws he summoned with his incredible wit.
I didn't get to know Paul that well personally, but I can say with complete assurance that he was a very generous and extremely likable man. He gave a lot to the poetry world, and we are all the richer for it.