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Abner DoubledayInventor of Baseball
and First American Presidentof the Theosophical Society
byjack spicer
for major general
© by the Literary Estate of Jack SpicerPeter Gizzi & Kevin Killian
These poems from circa summer 1961 have not previously been published and are from
the Jack Spicer Archive at The Bancroft Library at the University of California, Berkeley.
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Contents
Without A Period At The End Quondam et Futurus Mary Murphy’s Chowder Concerning the Future of American Poetry II Scheme Possession Friday Or Saturday Exercise
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THE MASSACHUSETTS REVIEW
Without A Period At The End
Sorrier for themselvesThose are that aren’t thereDead Certain. The curtainOf light dazzles all the airWe are free, we are one, we have hadMotion
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JACK
SPICER
Quondam et Futurus
Arthur’s body is buried out thereUnder two stone of rockA new aestheticWhat is not willed in a poemWill riseCasting off each stone.KingOnce and futureThemRocks.
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THE MASSACHUSETTS REVIEW
Mary Murphy’s Chowder
What it means, of course, is millions of bridgesBuilt across a world where you would never know itA sham. Man does not believe these thingsThe Krazy Kat howls at the edge of the bunker. The world’s dead and Hitler’s going with it. The time’sRipe.
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JACK
SPICER
Concerning the Future of American Poetry II
My grandmother always told meThat when you get in a fight with a dog turdYou only get shit on your fingers.
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THE MASSACHUSETTS REVIEW
Scheme
Crap of the oceanDisplayedOn every piece of beachThey have to go on.Timber with a soft sound of itPieces of crab. TheSea shells.YellsIn front of the ocean.No.Disappearing.“No.”
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JACK
SPICER
Possession
A small French houndBound to a time traveler—The soul in a boat.
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THE MASSACHUSETTS REVIEW
Friday Or Saturday
After all nothing is very surprising to you if you’re locked up with itYou, hypocrite lectureI don’t mean to call you my brother because you aren’tA mere semblance of fleshHypocrite lecture, loveIs an idiot daughter of memoryBorn of a single womb. MurderIs what I mean.Not lampshade.But wristwatchOr something round the wrist.
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JACK
SPICER
Exercise
Is it the word “dream” that causes so much trouble?Dreams are there like clouds floating endlessly in an except for them blue skyOver the rimIs it the word, dream, that causes trouble?The clouds move in such un- significanceThe winds blowing thereThatFlag.
the massachusetts reviewsummer 2011
printed by the studley press, dalton, massachusetts