September 28

September 28, 2025

Poet, critic and “father of imagism” T. E. Hulme died 108 years ago today.

His biographer Robert Ferguson described the event in The Short Sharp Life of T. E. Hulme:

On 28 September 1917, four days after his thirty-fourth birthday, Hulme suffered a direct hit from a large shell which literally blew him to pieces. Apparently absorbed in some thought of his own he had failed to hear it coming and remained standing while those around threw themselves flat on the ground. What was left of him was buried in the Military Cemetery at Koksijde, West-Vlaanderen, in Belgium where — no doubt for want of space — he is described simply as “One of the War poets.”

26 years before Hulme met his end on the battlefield, Herman Melville died in New York on the same date. Markson in Reader’s Block offers the following brief account:

…12:30 A.M. 104 East 26th Street, New York. Cardiac dilatation, mitral regurgitation, contributing asthenia.

Melville.

…

One has the right to expect ordinary decency even of a poet.

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Thought:

“I can be influenced as an artist by all kinds of people I have very little chance of meeting – Kurosawa’s death has no relevance to his influence on my work, the fact that Scorsese and Mel Brooks are still on the planet has equally little relevance. As a writer you pick your company, and you can go anywhere you want. The limits are your willingness to grapple with other languages, your willingness to engage with other art forms. Intellectual promiscuity is at the heart of whatever it is that you do.”

Helen DeWitt

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