November 25, 1968, Cleveland Press

-- by Bill Kjellstrand

It suited the whim of Darryl Allen Levy, Cleveland’s impecunious hippie poet, to sign his name in lower case -- d. a. levy – all small letters.

His lower case life and career are over. Levy, 25, was found did in his extremely neat pad at 1744 Wymore Ave., East Cleveland. He was shot in the forehead. His 22-caliber rifle lay beside him where he was sprawled on a mattress, dressed in blue jeans, motorcycle boots.

It apparently was suicide, but that was up to the coroner to decide. There was no note.

"If D. A. Levy had left a note it would have been a poem," said Cleo Malone, a lay minister associated with the Well, a coffee house for young people.

"The poem would have been this: ‘words, words, words – useless’."

MALONE RELATED how despondent Levy had been because he couldn’t get his anti-establishment messages across to the public, could not earn enough to feed himself, to keep his common-law wife at his side.

"His death was a final thumbing of his nose at a society that wouldn’t allow him even a $3-a-day existence," Malone said.

Levy was despondent, too, because he couldn’t make…..