"When I praise the sun or any bronze god derived from it
Don't think I wouldn't rather praise the very tall blond boy
Who ate all of my potato-chips at the Red Lizard.
It's just that I won't see him when I open my eyes
And I will see the sun."
by Jack Spicer from Imaginary Elegies
2 comments:
I love Jack's Imaginary Elegies...
i'm happy that wesleyan is coming out with a new collected spicer + some new material:
"Gizzi is excited about what they've come up with: 'There was all this new material. We were opening boxes into which the contents of Spicer's apartment had been dumped when he died. He didn't publish much in his lifetime, but in there we found all these notebooks and it turns out he was writing all the time. About 20% of our book is all new.'"
from P. Weekly: http://www.publishersweekly.com/article/CA6536907.html?industryid=47142
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