A Drop of Spicer

I’d like to start my week with a short poem by Jack Spicer, I think you should too; Thing Language This ocean, humiliating in its disguises Tougher than anything. No one listens to poetry. The ocean Does not mean to be listened to. A drop Or crash of water. It means Nothing. It Is bread … More A Drop of Spicer

“Any fool can get into an ocean . . .”

Remember the Faulkner saying I quoted some days ago: “In writing, you must kill all your darlings”… Here is an interesting continuation: From his 1957 book After Lorca onward, the American poet Jack Spicer (1925-65) wrote what he described as “dictated” poetry. For Spicer, the poet acts as a receptive host for language, rather than as an agent of … More “Any fool can get into an ocean . . .”