Paul-Victor Winters Death – Dead | Obituary – Passed Away
Paul-Victor Winters Death – Dead: A great loss was made known to InsideEko. As friends and families of the deceased are mourning the passing of their loved and cherished Paul-Victor Winters.
I am devastated to learn that Paul-Victor Winters died this morning.
I’m gutted by the news. “Enjoy every moment,” they say. That’s the brutal and true bromide that provides no real comfort in times of great sadness.
But here’s something, at least: watch the video of this Collingswood Book Festival event from two days ago, reposted here. Two days ago, Paul-Victor was full of light, offering his beautiful poems to the world.
However you want to say it (Carpe diem? Gather ye rosebuds while ye may? It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing?), Paul-Victor is grooving in this reading. And enjoying himself. And being fully himself. He learned it.
He was to be featured later this month at the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival, the largest poetry event in North America, one of the bucket list venues for so many poets. He earned it. He deserved it. Those of us who knew him were delighted. We recognized how wonderful this was, the recognition this represented, after all the tithing Paul-Victor paid to poetry, as a high school teacher, as an ambassador of the truer word, as a writer who continued to create through hardship.
Decades ago, Billy Collins chose his manuscript, “Muscle & Bone,” as the winner of a national chapbook contest, but Paul-Victor never mentioned that in the bio note he sent me for the reading he did two days ago. Instead, he mentioned all the rejection notices he received. It was clear he hated the pretense of PoBiz. He loved Poetry.
In that chapbook, published by Slapering Hol Press, his “Unrequited Love Poem” ends with these lines:
“I may never know love,
may never get it right.
I may sleep forever,
dream of you while rain
hits the windowpanes,
and dawn slides into the room
from behind the blue
curtains; but I love you, partly,
because you are not here.”
He and I went to the same school. We liked each other. And he has written poems that floor me. My heart goes out to the friends and family who love him dearly. I’m grateful to you, Paul-Victor. Rest in peace.
Paul-Victor Winters was my favorite teacher in high school. He was funny, caring, and delightfully grumpy.
He was the type of teacher you never forget. He was the English teacher that made you feel important, supported, and loved even on your darkest days. I remember days where it felt like the only thing I had to look forward to was going to his class. It was in his class that I truly fell in love with poetry. I don’t know what else to say besides “Thank you, PV!”
He was definitely one of the most influential people I had the pleasure of knowing. This one hurts 🥺😭💔
I found a poem that he wrote called, “The Note”. I transcribed it as best as I could, but there are probably some errors with the formatting and commas (sorry, PV 😅), but if you would like to listen to him read his poem, you can use the following link: https://soundcloud.com/…/elinor-mattern-and-paul-victor… (37:50)
I am shocked and saddened by the news of the death of Paul-Victor Winters. I met Paul-Victor when I won a small scholarship to attend the Winter Poetry & Prose Getaway; I was fortunate enough to have him as a reader for my poems. I owe a lot to his generous words of encouragement–it was only 20 minutes, but his kindness and enthusiasm, on that occasion, have helped sustain me, in moments of doubt, for years.
We are still working on getting more details about the death, as a family statement on the death is yet to be released.