And in the nest of neon glow and shadows the nets of the city’s merchants and magickers restless move toward deserted streets where morning breaks, holding back heaviness, emptiness, night, with a hand of light fingers tapping, obscuring the drift of stars A Black Mountain College alumni, Robert Duncan (San Francisco: 1919 to 1988) “came out” as a gay man in the early...
On the second day A wondrous hand fashioned a bubble And the stars sang His branching head awake This is the second stanza of Kenneth Patchen’s (1911 to 1972: United States) How God Was Made. The Asheville Poetry Review deserves credit for its Volume 7/ Number 1 issue highlighting “10 Great Neglected Poets of the Twentieth Century.” In that issue Patchen finds himself...
He is conscious that there is nothing left in his mouth but one word. When he removes his coat Soft ashes fall from his arms. Through the window he sees a tower He sees a window and a tower. The poetry of Jack Spicer (Los Angeles: 1925 to 1965) consistently makes me feel as if I am on the outside looking in at...
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