Memory Book
Karl David Gluck
March 04, 1964 - January 29, 2016

Friday, October 07, 2016 3:45 PM

Hi Bruce,

Thanks for your kind words.  Karl is sorely missed.  He was gone way before his time.

Take care,

Ken Gluck

Kenneth Gluck

Friday, September 30, 2016 7:09 PM

My heartfelt sympathies go out to the family and friends. May you find comfort in the at Acts 24:15, where God promises a resurrection hope for the righteous and the unrighteous. So you can look forward to seeing your love ones again.
Bruce R (AL)

Friday, July 22, 2016 6:26 AM

I just found out his departure a few minutes ago. I lost contact with him since I moved away from NYC. I was totally stunned and saddened by the news. The thoughts about him came to me all of sudden and I googled his name.We used to hang out in Astoria where both Karl and I lived. He was a great neighbor and friend who always showed me interesting things. I really remembered our silly jokes and the most of all his encouragement for me living in the states as a new immigrant back then.

R.I.P Karl.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016 12:39 PM


Thank you very much for posting your beautiful poem.  Your words ring so true to Karl's life and his love.  He would be delighted to know of such thoughts.  I'll make sure that Vivi gets a chance to read them.

It was a pleasure meeting you in New York.

Take care,

Ken Gluck

Kenneth Gluck

Monday, July 11, 2016 6:43 PM

A Brief Letter to Vivian

The lights have long
Been turned off
at Shetler Studios
The tears have all dried up
Memories then spoken
Now mostly forgotten
But love we all felt
For your father, will always remain
Although not all love is the same
But once touched by:
Mostly remains
Some are born with silver spoons
With privilege from the start
But others like your father
To be born on a bed of thorns
Is their lot
All his life he struggled
With his early strife
But with his great dignity and courage
Always sought the light
His great love for you
Made all his travails - all right
How could anyone, although
Far removed
Not be moved by the wondrous
Love you both shared

Jay Alper
Jay Alper (New York, NY)

Friday, March 04, 2016 11:03 AM

Today March 4, 2016 would have been Karl's 52nd birthday.  Way too young for him to depart the earth with his gifts to it.  I miss him deeply!  Happy Birthday Karl!
Kenneth Gluck

Saturday, February 27, 2016 9:25 PM

Thanks to everyone who came out to Karl's memorial service last Friday 19 February.  It was very good to see everyone that touched Karl's life and he touched as well.  It was a great pleasure to meet those who I had not met before and see some old friends.  Yumin's practice and the reading of Karl's poetry were very touching.  As eloquently described by Yumin below, Karl's ashes were spread the next day in very special day at Roosevelt Island.  It was a warm, sunny day and I can only imagine Karl's spirit peacefully drifting along in the East River.  It is my wish that Karl can now find eternal peace and bask in the warm heart, compassion and intelligence that were his gifts to this world and those beyond.  
Kenneth Gluck

Thursday, February 25, 2016 12:30 AM

It was so good to see and hear everyone who came to Karl's memorial service in our practice studio in midtown Manhattan. We went to Roosevelt Island to release Karl's ashes, a place I had never been although Karl told me how he loved going to the park there. He told me many years ago, as I drove him up to the Tibetan Buddhist Monastery KTD up the mountain in Woodstock, NY, that he wanted to have his ashes released into the waters by Roosevelt Island, where he said there is a lovely park at the narrow point of the southern end, the new FDR's Four Freedoms Park next to the old shell of a 19th century hospital, "the shell of the old and the gleaming vision of the new", he said. He went on to describe the scene to me after our Buddhist session not that long ago with these words.. "It's like a Dream Island from which to view the whole city so close by, the UN building, the Chrysler, the World Trade in the distance, the great bridge overhead.. as if one were on a cruise ship passing through the East River.. It's a metaphor for life's journey," he said, looking directly at me.. "Our life is like an Island Ship gliding by the sights of the Great City before moving on to the Ocean". Karl is gliding by in his Dream Ship to his next life, and we send him practices and prayers for a good precious human rebirth, and lit a lamp at KTD for the customary 49 days.

Karl came to our Tibetan Buddhist group every week for many years. He had listened to many great Tibetan Lamas, including going to see the Dalai Lama in Madison Square Garden. He practiced meditation and had a shrine at home. He had brought his beloved daughter Vivi to our group, who had gone by herself right up to a Lama and asked a very intelligent question at about age 8. He thought and read deeply on Buddhist philosophy. He started with Zen but went to Tibetan Buddhism because of the emphasis on devotion to the Guru and the visualization practices with mantras that complement meditation, he told me. I miss him very much at our weekly sessions. May he find a wonderful precious human rebirth in all his lives wherein he can practice the Buddha's teachings and thus attain the ultimate awakening-happiness, so he can then help innumerable minds to attain full awakening while on their Dream Island Ship together.
OM AH HUNG BENZA GURU PEMA SIDDHI HUNG (the mantra of Guru Rinpoche beseeching the blessing of his wisdom and compassion)
Yumin Tchen (New York, NY)

Monday, February 22, 2016 6:45 PM

Dear Karl,
Here I sit, a train rushing by my hotel room, in New York City, in your world. A place filled with noise, and traffic, and people, and food, and language, and so much life. This is where you felt at home and where you belonged. We’ve eaten with your family and friends, we sat in your basement with your maintenance manager, we’ve corresponded through Facebook, text, email and calls with your poets, your Buddhist Temple members, your AA members, and friends from as far back as elementary school. The theme of your kindness and caring heart runs deep in every conversation. Your brilliance went unnoticed by no one. Your compassion for human life was evidenced in page after page of cancelled donation checks.…The Environmental Defense Fund, Friends of the Highline, Feed the Children, Chinese-American Planning Council, The Center for Victims of Torture, Bay Improvement Group, Florida State University, Tibetan Children’s Education Foundation, American Indian Relief Council, Southern Poverty Law Center, The Bowery Mission, Southern Scholarship Foundation, Unicef, Human Rights Watch, New York City Rescue Mission, Handicap International and Amnesty International. Given more time, I’m sure the list would go on and on.
You were so generous. You were so willing to help others in need. So I ask you this Karl because I have to…why did you NOT find yourself a worthy enough cause? When did you decide that the world around you was more important that you? When did you decide to advocate for everyone, but yourself? At birth our parents were told that you would not walk, but you fought…and you walked, you ran, you galloped in your leg braces and special shoes. Yes, you fell, over and over, but you always got up and walked again. You put your teeth through your front lip, but you got up and you walked again. You were picked on and teased relentlessly in school, yet you persevered and went on to receive multitudes of degrees, certifications, academic honors, and course completions. You were dealt the hand of the “Gluck nose”, yet you captivated a beautiful wife who gave you a spectacular beyond words daughter. In a world of bitterness, you brought laughter and creative, intelligent humor. In a world of “Give-me” you brought “Give-you”. In a world of marketing slogans you brought poetry… beautiful, insightful, angry, decisive, poetry.
So Dear Karl, my prayer for you is that your heart is free from the inner pain you struggled with for so long. I pray that your love for Vivi will live on forever strong in her heart. I pray that we will reflect on the attributes of compassion, advocacy, generosity, and curiosity and become better people because of what you have shown us. I pray that you have strong limbs and are at last, at peace. I pray that as you watch us from your place of serenity and hear our memories, that you will finally see the worth of your life through our eyes.
My dear brother Karl, please accept this final gift from us to you, the love you never gave yourself, let us give to you…our love always.
Kathy Hamill (Gluck) (St. Augustine, FL)

Sunday, February 21, 2016 8:16 AM

A day or two before Karl's Memorial Service, I wrote the below in an email conversation with some of Karl's poetry friends, a couple of whom thought it might be appropriate to share with Karl's family.

This moment I am remembering that Karl was one of the most unassuming people I have ever known--a blend of gentle persistence, matter of fact resilience and bemused acceptance. I imagine a slight tremor to his upper body, lips rhythmically moving, some sort of amused confused sound coming from his throat to find such a much of organizing going on about him. I would add to this now that I simply liked Karl. I liked his intensity. I liked his resiliency. I liked his humility. I liked the way he respected others. I liked the way he listened. I liked the way he spoke. I liked the way he held his head. I liked his wry sense of humor. I liked the way he was sometimes hesitant and certain at once. I liked his smile.
allen brafman (Brooklyn, NY)
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