Yesterday was also the anniversary of Jack Spicer's passing. As Ron Silliman notes today, Spicer now has a nicely detailed bio page at The Academy of American Poets Website.
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Strike / An Elegy for Jack Spicer
The match knows the flame's
nothing
but a one night stand
it can't not have.
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Nobody in the chair
Nobody in the books
Nobody in the rain
—Jack Kerouac
“Long Island Chinese Poem Rain”
Nobody in the books
Nobody in the rain
—Jack Kerouac
“Long Island Chinese Poem Rain”
About Me
- Scott Keeney
- My poems have appeared in six books (most recently, Wahoo Sunset, 2019) and in journals such as Court Green, Failbetter, Mudlark, and New York Quarterly.
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