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September 29, 2013

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This history peppered with memory is truly a treasure shared. Thank you. I love the poems too!

Another brilliant post on poets who should be more well known. I remember Jamie in New York in the 1970s as a bit of an enigma, but a beautiful one who was one of the great "poet's poets" of that time. And remains so. Thanks for bringing attention to her life and work.

It seems she was (is) not to be missed. You have brought her words to life for those of us who never knew her. Thank you for thinking of Jamie MacInnis after so many years.

Lovely piece and lovely poems.

Good poetry, intersting person. Wish Id known her.

Perfect description of how it feels when trains start! Thank you—I don't know how else I'd ever have stumbled upon this poem, or this woman's life.

This line: "You are like me

You admire people who like you.

I read your book

The Beautiful Indifference

looking for clues," strikes some kind of authentic "boing" on my inner radar. It's one of those things, once said, or written, that seems like a penetrating glimpse into the obvious. But in actuality it makes a deeper cut because it's lures you in as it critiques your interest.

Yet another interesting post by Terence Winch. Like to Roman philosopher he uses one "R" in the spelling of his name knowing that taking up less space on the page gives you more to say.

Like "the" Roman philosopher. "The" dammit. God, how I hate typos.


You can't beat authenticity.


Thanks, Michael. You receive several honorable mentions in her letters.


Thanks, Grace.

Jamie was a presence in New York when I lived there, her poems delicate and elegant. I always remember her wistful poem about the cartoons in the New Yorker -- full of the weight of her various pasts. Thanks Terry for bringing her back into the light.

That's a lady I'd love to meet ... some day ... in SF ... hope she sees this

Nice piece. Makes me think of Maeve Brennan.

Finding missing pieces in the collective puzzle, giving them a polish and putting them back, thank you Terry Winch. Indran

Wonderful piece—& kind of wonderful to know people can still be elusive in this day & age. Thanks, TPW.

Terence Winch's BAP post deserves the encomium expressed above. His vivid recollections, unforced insights, and seemingly effortless wit combine to render familiar subjects new and unfamiliar subjects somehow familiar. His is a rare talent, capable of bringing a bright spotlight to writers and writings that illuminates what we did not know and what we thought we knew but didn't about them. Bravo, Terence!


Thanks, Earle. Your comment reminds me of why I miss your Irish Echo column.

great poems & great event. if only to have been there, for either you and doug, or doug and jamie, or jamie and you.

jamie,I see her then, good poems, great smoker, leaning in eye-to-eye, slightly turned, listening. Like the poems.

Love these lines:

"a hundred tiny windows

talking at once."

That's exactly what it's like when you're a compulsive people-watcher and you're traveling at high speeds through a city...too much to look at, too much to take in, too many stories all at the same time...

This is a lovely appreciation. I am delighted to know that there are writers like Terence Winch who write so well about the lives and work of their peers. The community of poets.

Let me join the appreciative chorus, Terence Patrick. Thanks! -- DL

A fantastic send up. I read POET BE LIKE GOD when it first hit the streets. I got it from the UTEP library. The digging must continue here. There's a good chance, I bet, that she's dead. Most junkies I knew are. Some cleaned up. Perhaps, perhaps...I need to get her book...thanks...

There are certain poets who seem to have been ordained with a kind of purity, who are totally present in their work, but not in a way that suggests their "ownership" of the poem. I think of John Godfrey in New York, and Chris Mason in Baltimore. And Jamie MacInnis, wherever she may be. I remember being in awe of the poems in Hand Shadows and Un Poco Loco. I do hope that she is alive and well.

I am so grateful to you for posting this wonderful portrait of Jamie, Terence. It is a great service to those who are familiar with her, and to those who are meeting her for the first time through your words (and her own).

I agree with Earle Hitchner's comment (above).

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