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Jack Spicer

I’m thinking that she is very much like California. When she is still her dress is like a roadmap. Highways Traveling up and down her skin Long empty highways With the moon chasing jackrabbits across them On hot summer nights. I am thinking that her body could be California And I a rich Eastern tourist… Continue reading Jack Spicer

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Jack Spicer

Hell somehow exists in the distance Between the remembered and the forgotten. Hell somehow exists in the distance Between what happened and what never happened — Jack Spicer, from “Imaginary Elegies,” My Vocabulary Did This to Me (Wesleyan University Press , 2008)

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American Counterculture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Excerpt · Passage · Poetry · The Beat Generation · The San Francisco Renaissance

Jack Spicer

Like silent little children we embrace, Aching together. And love is emptiness of ear. As cure We put a face against our ear And listen to it as we would a shell, Soothed by its roar. We find the body difficult, and speak Across its wall like strangers. — Jack Spicer, from “We find the… Continue reading Jack Spicer

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