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John Kliphan Has Died


Sad news.  John Kliphan, the poet who founded the longest-running anglo-Parisian poetry series, Live Poets (now Poets Live) died Thursday, January 26, 2012. At 2:15 p.m. his heart slowed and came to a stop in the presence of close friends.

OPEN INVITATION

When: Thursday, February 2, 2012 at 10:30 a.m.
Where: Salle Coupole, Crematorium, Père Lachaise Cemetery (map attached)

Enter the cemetery from Avenue du Père Lachaise near GAMBETTA Metro Station (lines 3 and 3bis). Please allow ample time to walk in from the street.

A CELEBRATORY POETRY READING IN HONOR OF JOHN'S LIVING MEMORY IS BEING
PLANNED FOR LATE FEBRUARY. Tentative date: Sunday, February 26, 2012. Please mark your calendars.

Plan d’accès :
Le Crématorium se trouve dans l’enceinte du cimetière du Père
Lachaise.
L’entrée du Crématorium se fait par l’avenue du Père Lachaise,
accessible par la place Gambetta. Métro : Gambetta (lignes 3 et 3bis)
Bus : Gambetta (n°102 et 69) ou Ramus (n°26)
Toutes les salles du crématorium sont accessibles aux personnes à
mobilité réduite. Merci de vous signaler à votre maître de cérémonie,
avant le temps d'hommage.
Le jour des obsèques, les véhicules des proches peuvent être autorisés
à pénétrer dans le cimetière pour se garer sur le parvis du
Crématorium.

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Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Todd

If we were in Paris, we would probabaly be among the visitors.

Best wishes from Simon & Rusty
Sun Jan 29, 04:32:00 pm 2012
Anonymous said…
I first met John in '92 when I tended bar at Finnegan's Wake in the 5th. Our love of F1 and bad puns, lubricated by a mutual love of beer, made for instant friendship. I last met him in '03 where we resumed the laughter as if it never stopped. Despite being 40 years my senior John Kliphan was the best friend I ever had. Another pint of Golden Kenia, John? - Neil Walls
Sun Jan 20, 08:06:00 am 2013
Unknown said…
Todd, where in Pere Lachaise is John interred? - Neil Walls
Sat May 14, 11:31:00 pm 2022
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