In the early 1980s the poet Lee Harwood introduced me to Ric Caddel. Lee thought Ric might publish some of my poems under his and his wife Ann's Pig Press imprint in Durham, England. We met through the mail, and Ric's interest in my poetry resulted in three small books. And—lucky me—friendship with a kind and decent man who loved poetry and, for all their difficulty, poets.
Ric came to visit us in Boston, read in Cambridge and made a pilgrimage to Lorine Niedecker's—a favorite poet of ours—tiny red cottage on Blackhawk Island, Lake Koshkonong, Wisconsin. The photos he took of the cottage are taped into my copy of Niedecker's book T & G .
Twice we spent time together in the north of England. Ric drove my daughter Arden and me to visit Basil Bunting's grave outside Briggflatts Meeting House. We heard the Rawthey's "madrigal." Bunting, the poetry and the man, was a strong link in the chain of our friendship. Like our poet-hero Ric "set down words as a musician pricks his score, not to be read in silence, but to trace in the air a pattern of sound."
Ric died suddenly and far before his time on April 1, 2003, a date that would have amused him. (You'll pick up the dry humor in his poems). Uncertain Time , originally published by Galloping Dog Press in 1990, will introduce Ric's poetry to American readers. Here is a poet rare in his modesty and wit, who crafted by ear a music, in Ric's words, "with scope to sing the things I love as they occur."