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Arts and Entertainment: "Images of Cedar Key" Exhibit Opens at Arts Center
September 7th, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: Florida Artists at the Atlanta Folk Fest
August 22nd, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: The World Without - The Spirit Within Captured by Artist Connie Nelson
July 21st, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: Arts Center Dance Classes a Big Hit
June 28th, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: Memories and Reflections - A Daughter`s Perspective (The Artist Ken Strange)
May 17th, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: Levy County Genealogy Society Meeting
May 15th, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: A Sense of Place - Classic Cracker Architecture
May 5th, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: Artistry Times Three
May 4th, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: C.K. Dog of the Week
April 23rd, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: Arts Center Exhibit Continues Through March
March 11th, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: Capturing Light and Rainbows - the Art of Don Joyce
March 6th, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: Arts Center Gala
March 2nd, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: Visiting Artist Teaches at Art Center
February 19th, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: Feeling Adventurous?
January 20th, 2003

Arts and Entertainment: Cedar Key Arts Center Presents Memorial Exhibit
January 5th, 2003

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A Remembrance

A Remembrance

Robin McClary

Luke Zilles died here in Cedar Key about two weeks ago. I doubt that many people knew him because he was a reclusive man and a bit of a grouch. He lived in the house where he died, on Hodges where it is met by Rye Key Drive. The death was from natural causes, but he was sadly alone for the moment of passing. I have been told that he was either born in Panama or lived there as a child. He was educated at universities in New York State and was a retired Professor of English from the State University of Albany.

I met Luke at the Cedar Key poet's workshop. He was a longtime friend of Bill Stalter, another Cedar Key poet who died several years ago. Like Bill Stalter, Luke was an extraordinary poet. He had a published book of poetry called, Conch of Bees. He was also published in The Saturday Review and the New Yorker magazines.

Beyond these scattered thoughts, most of which I learned from some friends of his, I knew very little about him. What I did know was that he was a true wordsmith. He made the language a living thing that marched to the cadences that he sang. When I asked him about his techniques, he growled at me like a cornered wolf. He told me more than once that he, "didn't want to teach me nothing," but I learned anyhow.

I will miss him.

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