I was away. I bought trousers. Whenever I thought "I'll look it up on the internet," I couldn't, and I survived.
And then: Bruno K. Ă–ijer, Landis Everson, William Moor, Bill Knott, Andrei Codrescu, Armand Schwerner, Jack Spicer, Angela Siekman.
I was away. I bought trousers. Whenever I thought "I'll look it up on the internet," I couldn't, and I survived.
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Thanks Clay for re-posting this essay--good stuff! I just read the Spicer portion (I'm writing this from my in-laws on Thanksgiving...), and am certainly no expert on Spicer or his poetics, but I don't really see why Spicer could be both playing a game, as well as being, as Blaser asserts, quite serious.
I guess, from my perspective, Spicer, by declaring his poetry to be a game, in no way precludes it from being absolutely serious. Doesn't all magic work that way? Life is always simultaneously both--how could it be either/or?
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