Feb 6, 2014

Rene Ricard 1946-2014

He sang of life, serenely sweet,
            With, now and then, a deeper note.
            From some high peak, nigh yet remote,
He voiced the world's absorbing beat.

He sang of love when earth was young,
            And Love, itself, was in his lays.
            But, ah, the world, it turned to praise
A jingle in a broken tongue.

August 10 89

Chelsea Hotel
222 W. 23
When I die
Don't bury me
Just throw away
My hotel key

      Rene Ricard

Rene Ricard, Art Arbiter With Wildean Wit, Dies at 67