Irving Layton

1912 - 2006

Irving Layton

1912 - 2006

BORN

1912

DIED

2006

Irving Layton Obituary

Published by Legacy Remembers on Jan. 5, 2006.
'There was Irving Layton, and then there was the rest of us' Leonard Cohen

ALAN HUSTAK, KATHRYN GREENAWAY of The Gazette and MARK ABLEY contributed to this report

The Gazette Thursday, January 05, 2006

Irving Layton, the flamboyant poet who died yesterday in Montreal at age 93, once described himself as "a quiet madman, never far from tears," who wrote poems to cause trouble.

As he put it: "The sparks fly / I gather each one / and start a poem." "There was Irving Layton, and then there was the rest of us," his long-time friend, poet, novelist and singer-songwriter Leonard Cohen, wrote The Gazette in an email from Los Angeles yesterday.

"He is our greatest poet, our greatest champion of poetry. Alzheimer's could not silence him, and neither will death."

The author of more than 50 books of poetry, Layton died at Maimonides Geriatric Centre on Caldwell Ave. in Cote St. Luc, where he'd been a patient with Alzheimer's disease for the past five years.

Although arrangements have not been completed, the funeral is being planned for Sunday at Paperman and Sons, 3888 Jean Talon St. W.

Once described as being both "the Picasso and the Mae West of poetry," Layton will be remembered not only for his often erotic verse but also for his abrasive ego, outrageous opinions, entertaining love life and bitter feuds, as well as for being a provocative, stimulating teacher.

Layton was born Israel Pincu Lazarovitch in Tirgu Neamt, Romania, on March 12, 1912. His parents changed the family name after they immigrated to Montreal in 1913.

Young Irving was raised in the Plateau Mont Royal district. He went to Baron Byng High School, then to Macdonald College in Ste. Anne de Bellevue, where he took a BSc in agriculture. He later wrote of that experience:

"The college's single agitator, single poet and single Jew, I was too absorbed in my messianic dreams to realize what an outlandish figure I cut among the simple-minded Canucks from Quebec's farms and middle-class homes."

In 1936, when he was 23, he married Montrealer Faye Lynch and they moved to Halifax, where Layton became a Fuller Brush salesman. Before long, though, he walked away from both the job and his wife.

He enlisted in the Canadian army in 1942 but was not sent overseas. He was discharged with the rank of lieutenant.

With the war over, Layton went back to university and in 1946 earned a master's degree from McGill in economics and political science. He also became a card-carrying socialist.

Layton didn't start to write poetry until he was in his 30s; he once explained that as a schoolboy reading Wordsworth and Byron, he "naturally thought that in order to be a poet one had to be either English or dead, preferably both."

Layton's first collection of poetry, Here and Now, was published by First Statement Press in 1945.

For the next couple of decades, he taught English literature in Montreal, at the high school level and at Sir George Williams College, now Concordia University. One of his high school students was Irwin Cotler, today Canada's justice minister.

"As I remember it, I learned very little about physics, chemistry and math and a lot about philosophy and literature - the humanities," Cotler said yesterday. "He was an inspiration to me then, and he remains so today. He was a mentor, a colleague, a friend."

In 1946, Layton married Betty Sutherland, a sister of actor Donald Sutherland. The couple had a son, Max, and a daughter, Naomi.

He and Sutherland parted amicably several years later when Layton became involved with an Australian expatriate, Aviva Cantor, who became his soulmate for the next 25 years. Layton celebrated Cantor - and her pubic hair - in his poem The Day Aviva Came to Paris.

In it, he wrote, Parisians

"... leaped as one mad colossal Frenchman from their cafe Pernods Shouting, "Vive l'Australienne! Vive Layton who brought her among us! ..."

He and Cantor had a son, David. Six years ago, David Layton laid bare his painful memories of growing up "amid the mad gods of poetry" in a book called Motion Sickness.

In the 1950s, Irving Layton became one of Leonard Cohen's mentors, and the two remained close after Cohen became internationally famous.

"I taught him how to dress. He taught me how to live forever," Cohen once said of their relationship.

Layton's reputation as a poet became firmly established with his 1951 collection The Black Huntsmen. Once he hit full stride, he became amazingly prolific, producing almost a book a year between 1951 and 1991.

In 1959, Layton won the Governor-General's Award for his collection A Red Carpet for the Sun, Some of his other notable volumes - all published between 1953 and 1968 - are Love the Conqueror Worm, Balls for a One-Armed Juggler, The Laughing Rooster and The Shattered Plinths.

The books display what Montreal critic Joel Yanofsky called "the righteous zeal of an Old Testament prophet and the bravado of a streetwise brawler."

In 1969, Layton quit Montreal in a blaze of invective, "squeezed out by French-Canadian nationalism," and went to teach English literature at York University in Toronto. During the 1970s, he raged against the onset of age and had an increasingly complex marital life.

His relationship with Cantor ended, and he married one of his former students, Harriet Bernstein, a rich Toronto movie publicist. They had a daughter, Samantha. The marriage had a nasty ending, which Layton chronicled in his book The Gucci Bag.

Poetry was always Layton's prime focus, but he also wrote two books of essays and reviews, one with the apt title Taking Sides. He also edited a landmark anthology of Canadian love poetry, Love Where the Nights Are Long.

As he grew older, his view of human nature darkened.

"The Holocaust is my symbol," he said. "If you read today's poets, you'd never know the kind of barbarous world we live in. aMan forgets what a terrifying monster he can be. I want to keep reminding people how close they are to disaster."

In 1976, Layton was invested as an officer of the Order of Canada as "a prolific poet whose work has won him renown in Canada who is also widely known elsewhere through translation."

Chastened by his years in Toronto, which he described as "a godforsaken place where people know only material success, and nothing of love," Layton returned to Montreal in 1978.

In the 1980s, Layton was the subject of a National Film Board documentary, Irving Layton Observed.

The Italian Nobel committee twice nominated Layton for the Nobel Prize for literature. In 1993, he became the first non-Italian to win the distinguished Petrarch Prize for Poetry.

In later years, before Layton went deaf and slipped into what he once called in a poem "the bewildered ghost sounds" of dementia, Anna Pottier, an aspiring wrestler, shared his life.

In the end, though, he had to depend on lifelong friends like Montrealer Musia Schwartz.

"He was an incredible creature. It's unbelievable, a shock, that he's gone," Schwartz, who knew Layton for more than 50 years, said yesterday.

Layton is survived by his two sons and his two daughters.

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Calvin Gleeson

November 1, 2011

It was a great privilege to hear Irving Layton read at Loyola in 1974. A powerful voice that is echoed in the many young writers that he willingly gave his time to.

Barry Jeffers

April 24, 2011

Sunlight
climbs stone stairs through the trees.
I go that way.

Henry Vinson

June 30, 2009

I offer my most sincere condolences and deepest sympathy. Eternal rest grant unto the soul O Lord, may the perpetual light shine upon him, may his shoul and all the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

Henry W. Vinson

Sheila Rubin-Bruman

January 23, 2006

The Irving Layton I remember was easily approachable, generous and kind, with a twinkle in his eye that left a chuckle in ones heart. He was the rare type of individual who on short acquaintance leaves a lasting impact. I was fortunate to know him.



Sheila Rubin (Mrs. Bernard Bruman)

Ann Diamond

January 12, 2006

I was thinking of Irving only last week, wondering how he was getting along. I see he has now decided to go travelling. Of course, we'll miss him, but that's just our point of view. I'm sure he'll be back before we've fully realized he's gone.

Sol Nayman

January 12, 2006

I was privileged to have been taught by Irving Layton and, especially, to be in the class immortalized in his poem, "To the Girls of my Graduating Class".

He is gone, but for me and the thousands of students he taught, his inspiration will endure forever.

Myrna Lorraine Solomon

January 11, 2006

As a student of the United Talmud Torah I was a grade 8 student of an unforgetable teacher,who taught us History with no books and ran with us outside on Fletchers Field. A teacher never forgotten whose book Now is the Place (1948) which he autographed for us and which still has a place of honour in my bookcase. What more can be said of such a great personality never to be forgotten.

Loretta Fleming

January 9, 2006

Like many Canadians, I was saddened to learn about the passing of Irving Layton and digested the news with the sober realization that one of this country's great poets had just left a large hole in our nation's psyche.



I was lucky to hear Irving Layton read to a packed house at an independent bookstore on Wellington Street in 1990 and loved the experience of hearing his voice echo through the mid March, overheated, and exuberant crowd of devotees.

( All thanks to John Metcalfe.)



I am grateful for his passion and commitment to words; to making art and paving the way for others to legitimately place their major and minor muses on paper. And I wholeheartedly agree with him that 99.9999% of humanity are philistines.

donna karpman

January 9, 2006

Sincere condolences to your family during this intensely sad time. Irving Layton was an inspiration to our family.

May the memories of this great man, and all the support and love sent to you ,sustain you during this time.

The Karpman Family

The Canadian Writers' Foundation

January 9, 2006

Sincere condolences to Mr. Layton's family from The Canadian Writers' Foundation.

Walter Bruno

January 9, 2006

As a child of the 50s, I saw Layton's impact on Canada. He was the muse of an entire post-war era. Simply put, the most learned, audacious, gifted, and talented poet we've had. Ave atque vale Magister!

Stanley Messer

January 8, 2006

Irving Layton was my first cousin twice removed (his mother and my grandmother were first cousins). More significantly, he was my teacher at Herzliah High School for most of my secular subjects for a period of three years (1953-1956). From Irving I learned Latin, history, English literature and, most memorably, composition. Each week he assigned an essay topic, and then thoroughly critiqued our very modest efforts. I was only 12-14 years old then, yet it was one of the best learning experiences that I have ever had. I only wish that more of my doctoral students were exposed to someone so dedicated to teaching writing. In addition, he opened our minds to poetry, inspired us to read and love good literature and exposed us to the works of important social critics. I feel very indebted to Irving, proud to be his cousin and grateful to have been his student. May his memory be for a blessing.

Andrea Taylor

January 8, 2006

Rest in peace.

Dorothy Mather (née Robinson)

January 8, 2006

I would like to add my condolences to the family of Irving Layton.



My memories of Mr. Layton go way back to the time when I was about 7-8 years old. My father owned a printing business called, "Canada Mailing Service" which was located at 1190 University between Dorchester and Cathcart Streets in Montreal. My grandfather, Frederick Robinson, lived on the third floor of this building along with Mr. Layton who was a struggling poet and writer at the time, and well before he had made a name for himself. I have vivid memories of visiting my dad at the office and sneaking upstairs to watch and listen to these two men. The result of this strange alliance? A beautiful book of poetry written by my grandfather which I have treasured over the years.



Thank you, Mr. Layton for befriending a very lonely man who had recently lost his wife.



My thoughts are with the family.

Mary Teiber

January 8, 2006

I was a neighbor and baby sitter for you in Cote St Luc in the 1950's

L.B.

January 7, 2006

To love, and be loved is the greatest gift. Thanks for all your great gifts. The whole world loves you. God bless.

Eric Williamson

January 7, 2006

Thanks for the sound advice... and glad to have read that book of yours when I found it...

Bernard Sternthal

January 7, 2006

I 'll nver forget the year in the early fifties at Herzlia High School that Irving Layton taught us English Literature and Poetry - literally creating it on the blackboard in front of our eyes. It gave me a lifelong appreciation for poetry.

Anne Cimon

January 7, 2006

I am grateful to have had the privilege of being a student of Irving Layton at Concordia University in 1979. Attending his classes changed my life, not only because Professor Layton was an extraordinary and generous poet and teacher, but also because it was in his classroom that I met another admirer of Layton's poetry, Gerald,

who soon became my husband. I mourn the loss of my husband, and now of Professor Layton who encouraged us

to continue to write throughout the years. And we did...inspired by his

passion and love. Thank you, Irving Layton. Avanti! as you liked to

say.

karen coulter

January 7, 2006

Thank you Irving Layton for your grand poems and grander spirit.

Sandra Anderson (Beaudin)

January 7, 2006

I have memories of Irving running up my fire escape on Crescent Street wildly waving a paper and shouting "Helloooooo. I have a new poem. It's a masterpiece!"

Dear Irving, if you can pause just a moment in straightening out the Big Guy, I'd like to thank you for the excitement, the love and the poems.

Condolences to all who loved you, -- especially your long-time loyal friends, Musia Schwartz and Leonard Cohen.

Helena Sandler

January 7, 2006

This is a very sad day, which had to come. My great sadness is that such a fine mind went the way it did. He was my teacher from 1953-1957 in Herzliah High, and was one of the most influential people in my life. Shalom, Sir. Helena

Sonja A. Skarstedt

January 7, 2006

How life's ironies can unfold like butterflies from black cocoons. Butterflies, whose gold filigree of anticipation reveals itself

between those ominous shadows, prepared to soar. Yet unseen beauty rumbling beneath the weight of it all.



My grandmother, who passed away in 1997, suffered through Alzheimers. Shortly after that time, when I heard that Irving Layton

had become afflicted with that wretched disease, I was struck by the terrible irony of the fact that this uber-vibrant, life-affirming

and deliciously-combative human being was resigned to that, of all fates.



Now, the maestro is free, the shackles of deterioration already turning to dust while he indulges in a freilech to end all freilechs,

surrounded by all manner of heavenly bodies, embracing and trading toasts with long missed family, friends and colleagues. Most

of all, his beloved Keine.

Geof Isherwood

January 7, 2006

The very first time I met Irving Layton I was a seventeen year old student at the Banff School of Fine Arts. As I sat down for

breakfast at one of the big round tables in the school's cafeteria one morning, I looked up and immediately recognized Irving

Layton sitting across from me. The famous poet was wearing a black turtle neck sweater and gigantic gold medallion. We

exchanged a few words, but his attention was more heavily invested in keeping up with five or six female students clustered

around him, chattering passionately.



Last night, two days after his death, Irving uncharacteristically made an appearance in my dreams. In the dream, the poet was his

old robust self, wearing a white shirt, holding court in his home, surrounded by guests and four young children running around in

the kitchen. It was almost like a scene from the 1960s, and I thought it was a little strange to see Irving Layton in such a domestic

situation. As my wife and I walked into the kitchen, Irving warmly welcomed us. I hesitantly ventured, "But I thought you were

dead." To which Irving replied in his booming familiar voice, very matter of factly: "Don't tell anybody. But I was in a coma all those

years and just came out of it." He then ushered everyone toward a very long table in the middle of the dining room. Places were set

for everyone, Irving presiding at one end, his wife at the other. Let the feast begin.

BARRY ROBINS

January 7, 2006

A great teacher and humanitarian. Always remember our Literature classes at Ross High School in "62. Will always be an inspiration.

Myer Gordon for the M.H.O.H Alumni

January 7, 2006

Mr.Layton was a supervisor at the Montreal Hebrew Orphans Home in Westmount in the 30's. He taught debating and english, he was very well likes by all.

Madlynn Teiber

January 7, 2006

To Max and Naomi,

My condolences to you both, as your baby-sitter on Kildare in Cote St Luc, I remember your Dad so well, often in the company of Leonard Cohen and Louis Dudek. It is nice to have seen him rise to be one of Canada's most famous poets.

Rikee Gutherz-Madoff

January 6, 2006

I met Irving,some 15 years ago, at Sandra Rich Goodwin's house, widow of the late Bill Goodwin(Goldberg) who was Irving's nephew and best friend. I have since enjoyed many conversations with him. Irving used to call me 'Houdini' because he said I appeared and disappeared so often. My last meeting with Irving was on Monday, just two days before he died. I played a medley of Yiddish songs on the piano in the dining room of the 4th floor of Maimonides and Irving, seated with his devoted caregiver, Diane, was serenaded by a flourish of Yiddish music. I hope this eased your passage to heaven! Irving, you meant so much to so many! May your soul rise quickly to The Celestial Academy where I am certain you will enter into debate with the Almighty regarding the plight of humanity!

John Jackson

January 6, 2006

I send my condolences to the family and friends of Irving Layton who has passed away. May he be remembered for the work he did and for the contributions he made to Canadian literature.

Barry (Baruch( Margulis (Margalit)

January 6, 2006

"Flomplatz" is finally gone and the memories gush: the B.O. and the left-hand chop and curled upper lip, the partly rolled up shirt sleeve revealing ape-hairy arms that could kill an ox and the eyes scanning the ceiling looking for just the right word for a poetic line in progress. And the readings from Plato's early dialogues, and Socrates, oh Socrates, you made Moses and Jesus look pale and pallid. Irving Layton was Socrates, for me and for those fortunate enough to have experienced him (less importanly, learned from him). He taught himself, he was (or at least tried to be) what he taught. He had integrity that even a naive bourgeois 13 year old could not fail to appreciate. He was at once what we wanted to be but knew deep down that we dare not. And he never tried to make us over in his own image. Someone should try and draw up a list of what became of Irvings's Herzliah pupils of the lates-40s and 50s... The majority I am sure are the antithesis of what he himself was (or styled himself) but most, I am sure, still carry in their heart the flame of iconoclastic rebellion that he first kindled.). He knew where to draw the line: we were never allowed to address him other than as 'sir'!



From a letter dated January 27, '86 (Monkland Ave): "The older I grow, the more deeply...I probe my soul... My conviction remains that most people...fear and loathe the truth as much as they do AIDS...[I] mistrust those who are overzealous in either their convictions or devotions. "



Rest in peace, sir.

David Libman

January 6, 2006

My deepest condolences to his family. He was my Grade VII teacher at Herzliah High in the late 40's. He was a "star" in his own right...never forgotten.

Carolina Caruso

January 5, 2006

May you rest in peace! Your legacy will always be with us!

From a survivor & proud to be Canadian.

Françoise (née Garneau) Hubley

January 5, 2006

To Max,

I am so sorry to hear of your Dad's passing. Both of you are part of my childhood and high school years. I did run into your Dad again when he was living in Niagara and we were able to share memories of living in the wonderfully diverse NDG neighbourhood of Somerled-Wilson Avenue. He of course spoke of you.

Please accept my condolences upon the loss of your Dad.

You take care.

Regards,

Françoise

Peter Ellis

January 5, 2006

Irving Layton inspired many high school and college students with his poetry. His vision of the world and his insights into the human condition will live on through more generations yet born. Thank you Irving Layton for being one of Montreal's greats. Your light lives on.

Phyl Davies

January 5, 2006

My condolences Naomi. We were friends such a long time ago, and I wonder about you often. I remember your father Irving vividly, as who could forget such a presence? Take care, my friend.

A. M. Hatfield

January 5, 2006

I never had the pleasure of meeting Irving Layton but I have talked with those who did. I certainly knew his works and his reputation. He brought a level of passion and intensity to the Canadian poetic landscape that fires it still. He is gone but his legacy will live on for a very long time.

Nigel Roth

January 5, 2006

Mr. Layton was a fine poet, whose vitality, ego and deep love of the mysteries of his art will be remembered.

birks bovaird

January 5, 2006

Irving Layton taught me grade 11 English in 1966-1967 at Ross High School in Montreal, a prep school for seriously underachieving teenagers.

He was there as a result of his long friendship with Harold Ross after whom the school was named. To say that we were not the most academic class he had ever tutored would be a master understatement, but somehow his energy and passion were able to impact on many of us and his zest for life and love somehow transcended even our thick skulls and has to this day left an everlasting impression. His legacy will live on undiminished.

Shoshana(Rose) Tessler(Freedman)

January 5, 2006

I was deeply saddened by the death of my teacher who influenced my life and helped me become the person I am.

I was a student of Irving Layton at Herzliah High school in the late 40's. He turned me on to poetry specifically and to literature generally. He taught me to love the English language and to respect words. We remained friends through all these years. We had dinner together at my home when he last visited Israel. I extend sympathy to his family.

May he rest in peace.

Esther Davis

January 5, 2006

Dear Max, Naomi, David, and Samantha

My late mother, Goldie Satten Levine (1910-2002)taught with your father at the Herzliya High School in Montreal. She followed his career with great interest and always spoke so highly of his contribution to Canadian culture.

Sincerely

Esther Davis (nee Levine)

Oakville, Ontario

Victoria Malone

January 5, 2006

It is so sad to lose such a special man. His writing will always hold a special place in my heart.

Marlene Levine

January 5, 2006

My first encounter with Mr. Layton was as a student at Baron Byng High School, in the 1950's when he spoke at the History and Literature club.

As the nurse in the Memory Clinic at the Jewish Generaal Hospital, we met again. His vitality and strengh,and keen mind shone through his illness. My condolences to his dear and loyal friend Musia, who cared for him through it all.

Sincerely,

Marlene Levine

Melissa Constant

January 5, 2006

To the late Mr.Layton, Thank you for having the courage to always write what was on your mind and in your heart. I hope the afterlife brings you solice and that you rejoice in knowing the world is not as bad as you may have once thought.

Your spirit will live on evermore.

Julie Bruck

January 5, 2006

In the mid-1960’s, my mother Nina Bruck, was among Irving Layton’s workshop students at Sir George Williams. I recall the rush of energy called my mother, swirling through the house to her desk, in the wake of each night class with Mr. Layton. In 1966, the class published Anvil, a slim, blue anthology, as testament to what a group of apprentice writers had made at the master’s forge. My mother wrote one of the two introductions. Here is a brief excerpt:



...Irving Layton is the workshop, unassuming, witty, gentle, an image difficult to reconcile with the public one of Flashing Irreverence routinely smashing idols on its way to the corner store for a pack of cigarettes. Patient and unhurried, he sacrifices quantity for quality, and is prepared to wait; encourages his students to listen to their inner voice and what it is trying to say, to attempt to express certain conflicts and dissatisfactions in a meaningful way...Part of the poetic picture is the grinding work, the endless polishing of lines. People write because they have to; out of defeat and desire, perhaps, a few poems, occaisonally, a perfect line. The itch persists.

Sylvia Benedetti

January 5, 2006

When Irving Layton was the writer-in-residence at Concordia University, I was his personal secretary. It was a fun-filled year of laughs, energy and high drama. The one thing that always stayed in my mind was when he told me he had a cat named Puss-Puss. Although he was a man of creative words it always amazed me that his cat had the most simple of feline names. I think that was part of his humour. Rest in peace Irving.

Sylvia Benedetti

stephanie green

January 5, 2006

Although, Iriving was my great uncle (his siter, Gertie, was my grandmother) I only met him once or twice. I am learning a great deal about him thorugh all the online information posted recently. I look forward to reading his books (I have many that belonged to my late mother, Irving's niece). My thoughts are sent to family and friends.

Jean Antonin Billard

January 5, 2006

Ever since I read your poems in the sixties and dared to show you my translations of some of them in the seventies and eighties, I felt it had been one of the greatest priviledges of my life to have met you as a poet and as a man.
You inspired me and I thank the Gods for this.

Anna Pottier

January 5, 2006

PincuVing, Irving Rabbenu, my Biscuit Boy, fare-thee-well my love. You knew, and I know you knew, that since that car-wreck of a day in 1995 when you helped me to leave and start my own life, there have been maybe a grand total of 6 days where I did not think of you. This city, our streets, our home, our life together was an extraordinary adventure, and I am glad to have brought you so much happiness, not to mention 'productive joy' for so many years. Thank you for all that you taught me, all that you showed me, and for your unconditional love in which I revelled, grew, and lived so intensely. I know that you know all of this, and more. Bye, love, bye.

A.

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