Fred Voss (1952-2025)
The poet Fred Voss, who has died at the age of 72, was one of the great American writers of manual labour. He went beyond the poet as witness in a journalistic sense, for he lived what he wrote and he wrote more than three thousand poems.
Fred was born in Los Angeles in 1952. Initially he thought he would go into academia. On passing a Bachelor of Arts degree in English he was offered a place on a PhD programme at the prestigious University of California, Los Angeles. But he turned it down to begin work as a machinist, which he carried on doing for the rest of his life.
He turned to poetry as a way of documenting the lives of his fellow workers who work for the ‘man’, the ‘machine’, the ‘system’; machinists who may be making engine parts for fighter planes that drop bombs in Iraq or Afghanistan. His workmates came from across the Americas and his poetry exhibits that microcosm of working class life, which you rarely find in other people's poetry, besides Martin Hayes and his portrayals of London couriers and controllers.
Fred published numerous collections. His first, Goodstone was published here in the UK by the ever astute Neil Astley’s Bloodaxe Books in 1991, when Voss did a reading tour of the UK. His poetry had arisen out of the South Californian poetry of Charles Bukowski. But it was Professor John Osborne from Hull in the UK, who first published a hundred poems by Voss in the influential Bête Noire magazine which ran for ten years from 1985 to 1995. Goodstone was the touchstone of the more than three thousand poems Voss wrote over the next 35 years. Goodstone was the name Voss derived from the companies he had worked as a machinist. The poems, like the many that followed, told of the day-to-day struggles of men and women working in machine shops and factories of Southern California from the late 80s onwards.
Bloodaxe went on to publish two more collections with the wonderfully evocative titles, Carnegie Hall with Tin Walls (1998), and Hammers and Hearts of the Gods (2009), which was the Morning Star’s book of that year. Other collections include Someday There Will Be Machine Shops Full of Roses, in 2023 with Smokestack Books. As well as two with Culture Matters, The Earth and the Stars in the Palm of Our Hand (2016) and Robots Have No Bones (2018).
In the introduction to Robots Have No Bones (two years into the first Trump presidency), I wrote: 'Fred Voss’s poems situate us in the workplace, and by doing so, show us the humanity and diversity of those who work there – ones who both support or hate Trump, but as one want, at a minimum to support their family, not have to struggle and work long hours to do just that.' Sadly, nothing has changed, and we are now at the beginning of another Trump presidency.
Fred was very generous with his poetry, offering me two poems in the early days of Proletarian Poetry back in 2015. Then more recently in an academic paper I wrote about his work, and that of his good friend Martin Hayes, on the Poetics of Precarious Work for the journal English (2025). He was over the moon about his poetry being analysed for the precarity of the job, given his initial interest in the academic life, and it is so sad he didn’t get to see the published copy.
Two poems illustrate the lives of his fellow workers and Fred’s deep empathy and love for them. In ‘Los Angeles’ (see below), many of the workers wear crosses, believe in God, go to church on Sundays, but because of the environment in which they live, through poverty, violence, and low wages, are close to breakdown, close to ending their life. This is also seen in the poem ‘Grease Spots’, as a worker hopes the US Air Force will make a ‘grease spot’ of the Iraqis in response to the Twin Towers crashes. Voss wonders conversely, if their own government has made a grease spot of them, because the workers are barely able to feed their children and may never be able to retire.
I have a feeling that Fred wasn’t given deserved recognition by the mainstream poetry community in the US; there is no record of him on either the Poetry Foundation’s website nor the American Academy of Poets, and yet there is a Wikipedia page on his life.
Fred is a great loss both as a beautiful human being and a poet who exposed the daily struggle facing workers in the precarious waters of late stage capitalism. Our thoughts and love go to his dear partner Joan Jobe Smith.
Fred Voss, born Los Angeles, California, 8 July 1952, died Long Beach, California, 26 January 2025.
[Publisher's note: Fred Voss died in his sleep after catching very bad influenza following a period of experiencing breathing difficulties caused by the Los Angeles wildfire.]
LOS ANGELES
In Los Angeles I have seen
men in factories with big crucifixes
on their chests
crucifixes
exchanged for guns
needles
leaps out of 10th story windows crucifixes
big
and heavy swinging on the massive hairy chests of these men crucifixes
exchanged for bottles that had these men face down on floors
or in alleys bottles
or needles that took their women their families
their souls I have seen men
in factories
without one trace of shame wearing big shiny crucifixes
on their chests men
this close
to picking up a knife
and ruining their lives this close
to blood
they could never wash off their hands men
from gangs from prisons
from tiny rooms where the devil pulled up a chair
next to them men
who’ve earned
their crucifixes.
FRED VOSS
from Hammers and Hearts of the Gods (Bloodaxe Books, 2009). Fred Voss's earlier collection Carnegie Hall with Tin Walls is still available from Bloodaxe [here]
Fred Voss reads four poems
Fred Voss reads and introduces four poems: 'Making America Strong' from Carnegie Hall with Tin Walls, and 'Hammers and Hearts of the Gods', 'Blood and Poetry' and 'Teatime at the OK Corral' from Hammers and Hearts of the Gods. This film by Pamela Robertson-Pearce was made during Fred Voss's visit to Ledbury Poetry Festival in 2008.
[05 February 2025]
