Hard to believe we lost Elizabeth Arnold and Lyn Hejinian today. Such losses change the course of poetry individually, let alone the compounding of suffering them in a single day. They would surely have been among those to remind us that the world keeps turning whether we’re here for it or not, and whatever sadness or rupture death brings, we should remember that it’s always there, always the end of the story but never the world. May their memories be a blessing for us all.