Heard that song for the first time today, a song mentioning Jack Spicer, and since tomorrow is an Egoslavian Holy Day and another poet will get all the space, the song, two Spicer poems and a Nurse with Wounds cover I found plus a favorite John Fahey song I found while looking for the Vince Taylor all get play tonight. As for Spicer, any chance to post Spicer I will post Spicer. Click on tag below for more poems.
A POEM FOR DADA DAY AT THE PLACE APRIL 1, 1958
Has eyes the color of ripe apricots
Easy to please as a cash register he
Enjoys art and good jokes.
Goes the painting
Goes the poem
It is not easy to remember that other people died
besides Dylan Thomas and Charlie Parker
Died looking for beauty in the world of the
This person, that person, this person, that person
died looking for beauty
Even the bartender died
Dante blew his nose
And his nose came off in his hand
Rimbaud broke his throat
Trying to cough
Dada is not funny
It is a serious assault
Can be enjoyed by the bartender.
The bartender is not the United States
Or the intellectual
Or the bartender
He is every bastard that does not cry
When he reads this poem.
[ANY FOOL CAN GET INTO AN OCEAN]
Any fool can get into an ocean
But it takes a Goddess
To get out of one.
What’s true of oceans is true, of course,
Of labyrinths and poems. When you start swimming
Through riptide of rhythms and the metaphor’s seaweed
You need to be a good swimmer or a born Goddess
To get back out of them
Look at the sea otters bobbing wildly
Out in the middle of the poem
They look so eager and peaceful playing out there where the
water hardly moves
You might get out through all the waves and rocks
Into the middle of the poem to touch them
But when you’ve tried the blessed water long
Enough to want to start backward
That’s when the fun starts
Unless you’re a poet or an otter or something supernatural
You’ll drown, dear. You’ll drown
Any Greek can get you into a labyrinth
But it takes a hero to get out of one
What’s true of labyrinths is true of course
Of love and memory. When you start remembering.