Jack Wiler had a way with words.
The poet, whom I met a couple of years ago when he read at the South Brunswick Poetry series (he read again last year), was a poet who used his gifts with the language to understand and make us understand the illness — AIDS — that ultimately took his life.
His sensibility was by turns raw and angry, and tender and spiritual and savvy. His book, Fun Being Me, should be a must read for New Jersey poetry afficionados.
Check out one of his poems here.
Here is the info on the memorial services:
Saturday, Oct. 24, 2 p.m.-6 p.m. at the Greenfields Fire Hall, 31 Budd Blvd., West Deptford, NJ 08096.
I wish I could be there, but I just can’t — too many memorials already this weekend.
So, RIP, Mr. Wiler.
Hank Kalet 