Judith Fitzgerald • To Be Remembered And Celebrated • by Lenore Langs 1

Hamilton Arts & Letters     How to picture with words a personality that demands to be painted in only the most vivid hues? Scarlet – yes. Deep purple or black – absolutely. If Judith Fitzgerald were here, writing her life, she would have no problem finding the perfect words: she would coin them. Her poetry is rich with coined words – more than Shakespeare invented, according to her. During the years that I knew Judith, she wore black almost exclusively: black leather pants, black tank top or turtleneck, black leather jacket. Before her illness overcame her, her striking appearance turned heads: Titian hair, creamy skin, slim as a pencil, all in black. In one of my favourite photos, she is wearing a puffy jacket, snowpants, and bedroom slippers while carrying the Olympic torch as one of the relay of runners carrying the torch across Canada.    [  >>>>> FORWARD ]   [Distillate © HA&L + Lenore Langs  |  {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.]