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My Vocabulary Did This to Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer (Wesleyan Poetry Series) Hardcover – November 30, 2008
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Winner of the Northern California Independent Booksellers Award for Poetry (2009)
Winner of the American Book Award (2009)
In 1965, when the poet Jack Spicer died at the age of forty, he left behind a trunkful of papers and manuscripts and a few copies of the seven small books he had seen to press. A West Coast poet, his influence spanned the national literary scene of the 1950s and '60s, though in many ways Spicer's innovative writing ran counter to that of his contemporaries in the New York School and the West Coast Beat movement. Now, more than forty years later, Spicer's voice is more compelling, insistent, and timely than ever. During his short but prolific life, Spicer troubled the concepts of translation, voice, and the act of poetic composition itself. My Vocabulary Did This to Me is a landmark publication of this essential poet's life work, and includes poems that have become increasingly hard to find and many published here for the first time.
- Print length508 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherWesleyan University Press
- Publication dateNovember 30, 2008
- Dimensions7.06 x 1.49 x 7.54 inches
- ISBN-100819568872
- ISBN-13978-0819568878
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"Spicer is an interesting poet on several levels, all of them deep and rich with deposits that reward an earnest dig. He is, I think, on a par with Wallace Stevens and William Carlos Williams in grilling the elaborative infrastructure of how we draw or are drawn to specialized conclusions with the use of metaphor, and it is to his particular brilliance as a lyric poet, comparable to Frank O'Hara that the contradictions, competing desires and unexpected conundrums of investigating one's verbal stream are made comprehensible to the senses, a joy to the ear. No one, really no one wrote as distinctly as the long obscure Spicer did, and editors Gizzi, Killian, and publisher Wesleyan Press are to be thanked for restoring a major American voice to our shared canon."―Ted Butler, Oyster Boy Review
"His vocabulary did indeed do this to him, but perhaps with this handsome edition, love and reappraisal will let him go on."―Edward Champion, The Los Angeles Times
"You finish My Vocabulary Did This to Me feeling you've come in contact with an original artist and a genuine one, a writer who is, to borrow from Wordsworth, 'fierce, moody, patient, venturous, modest, shy'. You also finish the book thinking that these poems are ready to find a new audience."―Dwight Garner, The New York Times
"As a measure of our historical distance from Spicer's personality, a new generation of editors, the poets Peter Gizzi and Kevin Killian, moves beyond the Spicer 'legend' in order to present the full range of his poetry to readers both familiar and unfamiliar with his work."―Zach Finch, Boston Review
"My Vocabulary Did This To Me These final words serve as an apt title for Peter Gizzi and Kevin Killian's wonderfully edited Spicer collection, the first thorough gathering of the poet's extraordinary and challenging writing to appear since the '70s."―Erik Davis, Bookforum
"The book is one of the most important volumes of poetry published in the past 50 years. The poems are simply wonderful, and Spicer's mature work is some of the best ever written by an American."―Ron Silliman
"An epic of irritation by a poet who professed no epic intent, the collected poetry of Jack Spicer is essential reading. Acerbic, wary, aggressive, aggrieved, it rides and puts it own spin on a recovering (would-be recovering) romanticism, a signal travail informing twentieth-century poetics.""―Nathaniel Mackey
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- Publisher : Wesleyan University Press; First Edition (November 30, 2008)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 508 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0819568872
- ISBN-13 : 978-0819568878
- Item Weight : 1.62 pounds
- Dimensions : 7.06 x 1.49 x 7.54 inches
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Jack Spicer is the self-selected black sheep of the group. His poems are stubbornly self-reflexive: they are about poetry and poets, and the struggle to the death between them. He likes to quote Pound. He disses New York. He writes "A band of faggots. . .cannot be built into a log-cabin in which all Western Civilization can cower." (Take THAT Ginsberg and O'Hara.) He talks about being in hell. He sees ghosts.
In his pity, privacy, and focus on writers and death, he reminds me of Roberto Bolano and David Markson. But there is also an energy, a wealth of invention, and a darn human likeability to his work that. . . well, maybe there was something in the air in mid-twentieth century America, which we can all breathe even now by reading these poems. "Love makes the discovery wisdom abandons." Ahh--joy. "Two loves I had, one rang a bell/connected on both sides with hell." Who of us hasn't been there? And as for modernism--"Love ate the red wheelbarrow." Yes again. Thank the ghosts. Read this and breathe.
While I appreciated almost all of Spicer's poetic musings throughout his career, I find him at his most touching and real in his letters to Lorca and others. These particular moments help reveal what is so important about Spicer as a writer: his own dilemma of what constitutes poetry. Whether or not this reveal of what he defines and sees as poetry strengthens or weakens the arguments for his other poems that do not adopt prose is left up to the reader, then, as one can not help but analyze his poetry in terms of his attempts to define the art in some way.
For those interested in writing, reading, and understanding philosophies on contemporary poetry, Spicer is a necessary read, and one certainly worth while. At his best, he is emotionally and philosophically moving, at his worst, he's still interesting.








