"If,
by chance,
I should meet myself twenty-five years ago,
I'd be a furious
argument..."
Langford not only wrote poetry - he spoke it with body and soul. In school auditoriums and living rooms- and of course in our own bookroom - he really made the walls disappear...Some people found Langford to be a little "quaint". (One of his favourite themes was explaining how the removal of HM's coat-of-arms from postal vehicles was a serious error, causing permanent damage to our cultural fabric.) I, for one, was very grateful for his eloquence.
It is not well known that he was active in the founding of the Toronto Waldorf School. He was a serious student of Rudolf Steiner, and purchased quantities of the booklet "Love and its Meaning in the World" for distribution to friends and associates.
We have invited Langford to give readings a couple of times in subsequent years, but I have lost touch with him since he moved to Eastern Ontario. I would appreciate hearing if anyone has had contact...It is likely that he has crossed the threshold by now...
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Langford Dixon was my next door neighbor in Toronto when I was young. In the 1980s. He was a lovely man. I remember him well. I still have some of his books.
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