Allen Planz, January 2, 1937 – March 29, 2010

Allen Planz at Canio’s Books’ 20th Anniversary Celebration, 2000.

POET + Fisherman + FRIEND

SOLSTICE, an excerpt

Once a child built a fortress against the tide.

In darkling sand,

Not to stop it, but to see his craft washed away,

How water touched

To bring all things it touched

To motion,

To flowing

& soon only mounds remain, & nothing within.

.                                          —  Allen Planz, from Creaturely Drift (2008)


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5 Responses to “Allen Planz, January 2, 1937 – March 29, 2010”


  1. 1 Frances Mancuso Durler April 10, 2010 at 8:33 pm

    Long Island has lost a wonderful poet, mentor, teacher and friend. This news deeply saddens my heart. My memories of being a part of the audience at Canio’s to listen to Allen read, will be forever a part of me. Thank you for posting this beautiful poem. Through his poetry he will live on. With sincerest sympathy to his family and friends, Frances Mancuso Durler & John Durler

  2. 2 Kathryn April 11, 2010 at 9:18 pm

    Thank you, Frances & John, for your kind remembrance of Allen. He is missed by many across this long island.

  3. 3 Tammy Nuzzo-Morgan April 12, 2010 at 7:05 pm

    I would not be where I am today as a poet & person if it had not been for the love and care Allen showed me as he did so many other young, starting-out-on-the-journey-of-life poets. I miss his humor, poetry, tender caring, and his smile, that always think he knew a secret we all would love to know!

    Tammy Nuzzo-Morgan
    Suffolk County Poet Laureate
    2009-2011

  4. 4 Robert Schneck May 30, 2010 at 1:59 am

    Remembering Allen Planz

    Zoom Allen, Zoom
    Aunt Adeline, Uncle Jack, Patricia and
    Allen
    From Dalny Road Jamaica Estates
    to Hillside Avenue in five seconds.
    I sank into the seat … what a thrill!
    Zoom Allen, Zoom

    Patricia and Allen,
    the only college grads I knew
    Cook Allen, cook
    You made me the biggest, juiciest cheeseburger I ever ate!
    Army training?
    Pump Allen, pump
    Weights and bodybuilding magazines in the cellar.
    Fishing gear and scuba gear too.
    And that old fashioned radio! WOW!

    Teach me how to play the guitar Allen
    Teach me.
    G7: put my fingers how???
    Classical music on the beautiful Hi-Fi player
    on your bedroom dresser.
    Sparky barking and biting me. Scary stuff.
    – And there was Patricia’s Sammy too –
    Father Morris stopping by for cocktails

    I was usher at you and Doris’ wedding
    at that big Immaculate Conception church.
    At the reception Aunt Adeline had me dance with
    a beatnik woman with huge, round, soft breasts
    – as a teenager I’ll always remember those breasts against my chest –

    … and then you went to Tennessee? As a professor? I don’t know.
    That was the last I heard about you.
    Bye Allen, Bye

    Fondly, Cousin Bob Schneck

  5. 5 Jody Day (Planz) September 13, 2010 at 1:27 pm

    I found him fourteen years ago.
    He was my father, my dad,
    My time with him was too short,
    I feel cheated, lost and sad.

    I love you and miss you terribly, dad!!!


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