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Saturday, December 17, 2016

William Howard Cohen, Poet, Professor, Hero

The photo above is an official Alice Lloyd College yearbook photo from about 1968.
 
William Howard Cohen was unique.  He was one of the most outspoken, brilliant, and weird men I have ever known.  I first met Bill Cohen in the summer of 1966 when I was attending Upward Bound on the campus of Alice Lloyd College in Pippa Passes, KY.  Bill Cohen, as he generally preferred to be known, despite his doctoral degree, taught English and Humanities at ALC.  He was probably more broadly known in Knott County than many other professors at the school because of his outspoken nature, his unique differences with most of the locals and even the other ALC staff.  Bill was a constantly moving, constantly talking, highly opinionated man.  Looking back on Bill through the lens of twenty years experience in the mental health field, it is my considered professional opinion that Bill Cohen was probably dealing with a diagnosis of Bipolar Affective Disorder, rapid cycling type.  Bill demonstrated most if not all of the symptoms of the diagnosis.  He had rapid, constant, pressured speech, flight of ideas, grandiosity, distractibility, and was a constant ball of sometimes unfocused energy.  Bill Cohen was also a great teacher and knew American literature, poetry, and Haiku cover to cover, front to back, upside down and sideways.  
 

The photo above is William Howard Cohen and his wife, Delores Cohen, in their home at Alice Lloyd College.

William Howard Cohen was an accomplished poet and wrote several books of poetry during his life.  They included "The Hill Way Home Poems From The Appalachian Highlands" which was published during the time he was teaching at Alice Lloyd College.  This book probably represents his best work in more traditional poetic styles.  
 

 The photo above is William Howard Cohen, far right, Kenneth Baldridge, and four unknown Alice Lloyd College students. 

He also wrote and published "Mexico '68 The New World Of Man: Poems From The Olympic Games".  This book consisted of poems which Bill wrote while he was attending the Olympic Games in Mexico City as a cultural delegate from the US.  I knew Bill at that time and I will never forget how excited he was to learn that he had been chosen to represent the country at the Olympics.  He was even more excited when he returned.  I will always remember an incident which happened in one of his humanities classes after his return.  His flight of ideas was running rampant that particular day and he was still incredibly excited about his recent trip.  Literally in the middle of a lecture about Greek architecture, he said "Doric column are...Man, you should have seen Jim Ryun run down that track."  

William Howard Cohen also wrote "Conversations With Albert Einstein And Other Poems From The Einstein Year" which was published in 1979 after he had left Alice Lloyd College.  Sadly, I have never read this book since I learned of it too late to buy a new copy and now it is usually priced outside my range on Internet based used book sites.  But I know without reading the book that it will reflect Bill's fascination with genius and high achieving people in general.  

After leaving Alice Lloyd College, he also edited a book of children's poetry called "Under Enchanted Boughs: Children's Poems From The Duval County Schools" which was a project of the Jacksonville Children's Museum Outreach Program.  I have also never seen a copy of this book at somewhat reasonable prices on Internet used book websites.

During his time in Southern Illinois, William Howard Cohen also published another book of poetry entitled "A House In The Country Poems From Southern Illinois".  I have not read this book either and have never been able to find a copy for sale when I have searched for it.  Considering that it was published very early in his career, I suspect it will be primarily composed of more traditionally styled poetry much like the poems in "The Hill Way Home...".  

William Howard Cohen was an international expert on Haiku, the well-known form of Japanese poetry, and his best known book was called "To Walk In Seasons An Introduction To Haiku".   This book was published in 1972 after he left Knott County but I am certain that he was working on it at the time he was teaching in Kentucky.  I still find Haiku experts writing about and referring to this book online nearly fifty years after it was published.  In fact, as I was writing this post, I found a blog post about the book by a poet and professor named Don Wentworth.   I also recently responded to another Haiku expert's piece about "To Walk In Seasons..." in which the writer attempted to critique the book quite negatively.  But I am sure that the Bill Cohen I knew would have laughed out loud to know that his little book was still being criticized by experts nearly half a century after he wrote it.  



I also just found another memoir piece from a former student of Bill's, Dan Kenneth Phillips, at this web address.   This piece discusses having been a student of Bill's and his nickname, "The Blue Noodle", the origin of which no one seems to know.   Thank you, Dan, for remembering Bill just as fondly as I and many other former proteges do. 

Shortly after I met Bill Cohen, he took me to a statewide poetry gathering at Western Kentucky University which was flattering.  I had been chosen to travel to a writer's gathering in the company and under the mentorship of an internationally recognized poet.  That was a lot for a teenager from Dema, Ky.  At that time, it was probably as far as I had ever been away from my home on Beaver Creek.  Bill arranged for us to stay in a university guest house and I remember being highly impressed to be in a bedroom with matching, fancy, delicate furniture and wall paper with border added.  It was a trip that taught me a lot about both poetry and William Howard Cohen.  I enjoyed it greatly.  At that meeting, I also met former Kentucky Poet Laureate Joy Bale for the first time.

Bill Cohen also loved and collected art.  I do not know that he owned any art which had serious value but he had good taste and his home, which was provided by Alice Lloyd College, was filled by paintings, sculptures, and mobiles from his travels around the country and the world.  I always remember a carved sandstone statue which he kept on a set of steps which divided the two levels of the house.

During his time at Alice Lloyd College, William Howard Cohen would become an outstanding and outspoken advocate against strip mining.  He would use some of his spare time to join and to initiate protests at strip mine sites.  He would often lie down in front of coal trucks leaving strip mines in an attempt to stop production.  When he did this, Bill always carried an American flag and a Bible which he placed on his chest as he lay on his back in the middle of the haul roads.  People would ask him if he wasn't afraid of being run over by a coal truck and his answer was always the same: "I know these mountain boys.  They might run over a little Jew from Florida but they won't run over the flag and the Bible."  It turned out he was always correct in that assessment.  During this period, the Louisville Courier Journal featured Bill in a Sunday Magazine article and he was mentioned in several other stories in the paper.  It is my belief that his activism against strip mining played a large part in his being fired by Alice Lloyd College.  Many of the early graduates and supporters of the college had become wealthy and were involved in the coal industry.  There is no doubt such people would have resisted having such a committed advocate of environmentalism on the faculty and their financial support of the institution would have been unlikely.  Alice Lloyd College eventually fired William Howard Cohen and he moved on to the Jacksonville, Florida, area.  Kentucky lost a fine professor, a better than average poet, and one of the most outstanding advocates for environmentalism in the state at the time.  In my opinion, William Howard Cohen was just as important an opponent of strip mining as Preacher Dan Gibson or Widow Ollie Combs who spent Thanksgiving of 1964 in the Knott County Jail because of her opposition to strip mining.  William Howard Cohen is a fine example of that group of non-native residents of Appalachia who became heroes for the region.  

William Howard Cohen died in the Gainesville, Florida area in 2007.  If anyone reading this knows of his exact burial location or the disposition of his body, and any other information about Bill Cohen, I would love to know about it.  I also do not own a photograph of Bill and I would love to have one if anyone has one to scan and share.  I would post it on this blog post and give full photographer credit.  "Baruch Dayan Emet, Blessed is the true judge."  Rest In Peace, Bill!  

Bill Cohen was probably the first Jewish person I ever met although he was not a practicing Jew at the time I knew him.  It is possible if he had not been living more than 100 miles from the nearest synagogue he might have practiced more diligently.  But he had no qualms about telling anyone in Eastern Kentucky of the  late 1960's that he was a Jew.  He was always honest and outspoken about everything he was, did, or believed.  I will always cherish having known and been able to learn from Bill Cohen.

Here is a link to the obituary of William Howard Cohen which was located and provided by Ray Turner.  Thanks, Ray!  
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Addendum: August 27, 2024

I have recently been contacted by first cousin of William Howard Cohen, also a former university professor in Indiana who had read my blog posts about Dr. Cohen and seen that a niece and nephew of Doctor Cohen had left comments on these posts.  This cousin, Dr. Paul Newman, P.H.D, is the retired chair of the linguistics department at Indiana University and would like to be able to locate these mutual relatives of his and Dr. Cohen's.  They can contact me at rchicks@mrtc.com and I will provide them with Dr. Newman's contact information.  Thanks!  

16 comments:

Unknown said...

http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/gainesville/obituary.aspx?n=william-howard-cohen&pid=86139485

William Howard Cohen
Obituary

COHEN, WILLIAM HOWARD Gainesville - Dr. Cohen, Age 79, Retired College Professor, died Friday, January 19, 2007, at Palm Garden of Gainesville. Dr. Cohen was born in Jacksonville, Florida where he was a Graduate of Jackson High School; He received his Bachelor's Degree in Literature and a Master's in Fine Arts from the University of Florida. He later received his PhD from Southern Illinois University. He taught at Alice Lloyd College (of Hindman, Kentucky) and Southern Illinois University (of Carbondale, IL). Dr. Cohen moved to Gainesville from Interlachen, Florida a year ago where he resided until his demise. He was of the Jewish Faith. Dr. Cohen is survived by: Wife (of 54 years) - Dolores Brooke Cohen of Gainesville, FL; Sister - Mariam Setzer of Baltimore, MD; Brother - Larry Cohen of Brownville; In-Laws; Nieces & Nephews, Cousins & Friends. Arrangements were entrusted to DUNCAN BROTHERS' FUNERAL HOME, 428 NW 8th Street, Gainesville, FL.

Published in Gainesville Sun from Jan. 25 to Jan. 26, 2007

Roger D. Hicks said...

Ray Turner, thanks for sending the link to Bill's Obituary. I have done dozens of Google Searches over the years and also searched Find A Grave and never found it. Maybe I wasn't searching appropriately. Did you know Bill also? I would love to hear the stories of others about him. Thanks, Roger!

Unknown said...

No, I didn't know him and am sorry for that; your description of him attests to the joy of having had his acquaintance.

Stephanie said...

Hi I'm William's niece. I have a copy of To Walk in Seasons somewhere. I never met him, but I've heard great things about him. It would have been an honor to know him. I would love to learn more about him as well.

Roger D. Hicks said...

Stephanie, I would be glad to converse with you about Bill! Send me an e-mail on one of my listed addresses. I am sure you have some information about him that I could use in a project I am working on. I also knew Dee Dee!
Roger D. Hicks
rchicks@mrtc.com

Robert Cohen said...

Hey. I guess Im his nephew? Hi stephanie. I wish I knew him. but its kind of ok knowing he was a writer just like me

Anonymous said...

My name was Sharon Patrick and I attended Alice Lloyd from 1063 - 1965. Dr. Cohen was my Professor, and am going to assume that it was in Poetry class since his relationship to poetry is what I remember best.

He always made me smile because he was so energetic, and as he would talk and add a dance in the meantime, he would spray me since I sat near the front in the middle of the row. So, I had to adapt and sit in a position that best protected me!

He did not accept just any answer. I remember defining one poem, about a rose, I think, and he scribbled all over my paper, taking the thought in an entirely new direction. But, I never felt negative about him. For whatever reason, his best intentions and pure soul with a big heart, showed through, and I ended the course with a tad bit of sadness.

Have never told this story before. Matter of fact, have never mentioned him, even though I thought about him at random. So, thank you for granting me the opportunity for expression. And a belated thanks to Dr. Cohen for showing us the joy of his craft. And, thanks to Alice Lloyd College for having hired him as a professor.

Anonymous said...

1963-1965

Roger D. Hicks said...

Sharon Patrick, that is a wonderful Bill Cohen story. It is absolutely classic Cohen. No matter how eccentric he was at times, you could not be exposed to him over time, if you were an intelligent person or loved literature, without coming to care for him a great deal. He really was a wonderful professor of literature and, in my opinion, still stands today as one of the better American experts on Haiku. If either of the two relatives of William Howard Cohen who have posted on this blog about him read this, I would love to communicate with you two about his life after he left Alice Lloyd. Send me a message at rchicks@mrtc.com I am the blogger and I'd like to do a followup piece about his life after ALC.
Roger D. Hicks

Noel A Jones AKA Ital Iman said...

Very Happy to find this page. I was a personal student of his. under him in a traditional way.
He taught me world poetry and The inner art of the orient, this was in the early eighties,around 1982 I met him in Jacksonville Florida.it was at that time he was president of Poetry society Jacksonville or held some office there along with a poet called Amigo,from orange park Florida.also I remember a fellow named "pen dragon" who became president at one time. I was a member. I can remember vividly the year 1982 amid his class he taught to a handful of students at one of the Junior collages, a sort of poetry workshop he was called to go out on assignment on the navel ship The USS Forrestal, when he returned I had self published a book of poetry over that summer called of prose and cons while visiting the parks in saint Augustine Florida the city in which he and his wife lived at the time and memorial park in Jacksonville. when he returned,as was his custom when he met me was to look deep into my eyes with his head bent forward,learning that I had published the book while he was away upset him a little,as he wanted to guide that process,he took a great interest in me being a young aspiring 'African American' Poet.as the creator of this blog stated above in so many words Bill Cohen was a very eccentric person,he would be talking to us about poetry and just out of nowhere just spit on the floor as if he was out of doors. just me and him would often go on poetic walks,over the years I learned the words of the old masters to come true,in retrospect I use to go in search of the poem:now they come to me.I was very close to him and he influenced me greatly, he told me once that he tried out all his poems through the eyes of his wife.they were very close.he loved her dearly. There is a poem in the his book "To walk in season" that says "pure lyric are you,in rays of sun-all the flowers know it and they are laughing"I think it was for her. he gave that line to me,after asking for it and I have used it in many forms since then.since around 1985 I have searched high and low for over 30 years and each time in the early years I would ask some of the members of Jacksonville poetry society I would meet have they seen him,no one knew his where abouts,I would search the internet and would find people searching for him,no one knew any thing.it was like he had become a mystic legend.so finally around 2017 I had moved back to Florida in the Gainesville area, after some travel and few years on west coast,where I sought to form a poetry society or Haiku retreat,called "to walk in season" in his honor.I even started a radio broadcast with that title in his honor; still researching his where about etc.to my chagrin I had moved to the little city where he had died,and it literally blew me away to find that he had died here,and that the funeral home that took care of his remains was an 'African American' establishment. you will not find his grave as he was cremated.

Nick Bones said...

I see this post is still active, so I'll say a few words. First, I don't know why I googled Bill's name this morning. It popped into my head, and I remembered I'd googled him a few years ago with no results. Happy there's something about him out there. My encounter with William Howard Cohen was when I studied on a program called The Appalachian Semester sponsored by Union College in Barbourville, KY. That year Cohen, along with his wife, took what he called a year of service (or something close to that), during which he traveled the region protesting poverty and the coal industry. I spent a great deal of time with both of them, though my memory's fuzzy as to where. As per the comments here, I remember a man filled with incredible amounts of energy, conviction, intelligence, and sensitivity to literature. If memory serves, he, more than once, stepped in front of a coal truck leaving the mine, stopping it, protesting strip mining and the industry in general. If memory serves, he spent more than one night in jail for his labors.

I remember him giving me one of his books, and inscribing it with his Yiddish name, Leibl. His presence absolutely embellished my semester down there.

Phil Cohen

Unknown said...

I was scanning my book shelves and pulled a little book to look at more closely.. It is enscribed "For Tammy from the author alias To be is free. W H c". Tammy is my daughter. The year was 1972. I treasure this book and have never given it to her. Maybe I will some day soon...

Bozclowne@mail.com said...
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Bozclowne@mail.com said...

Billy Cohen was my mother's friend, and a pal of mine. He was meshugge, but who isn't in one way or another? Billy saw life differently than anyone I ever met. Because he was meshugge. His wife worshipped him, and what better bonifides are there than a worshipful wife? I knew him when he lived in St. Augustine. He dedicated a poem to me in The New World of Man. I just now grabbed a copy off of Amazon, and his Haiku book. Somewhere in this world are my signed copies of both. He thought I had a talent for writing. What I had was a talent for observing. Billy lived to write down all the amazing things he thought and felt each micro-second of his life. The world is a little less frantic without Billy's energy bouncing all over the place, and I know it is a whole lot less Blessed without his presence. They say G-d makes certain people meshugge so the rest of us don't have to be. Billy carried it off in grand style! I miss him.

Bozclowne@mail.com said...

I removed the first comment because it had typos. Sorry!

Unknown said...

I met Dr Cohen when he taught a class on the USS Dwight D Eisenhower. It was nice to see that he had the same effect on me that he had on others. I remember when he was in the middle of a lesson when the call to sweepers came on the ships announcement system he stopped the lesson and created a haiku that started with "Sweepers sweepers man the brooms of your heart". He created a small book of poetry on that cruise that I still have.