The House That Jack Built: The Collected Lectures of Jack Spicer

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Published by Wesleyan University Press, Middletown, OT 06459 www.wesleyan.edu/wesprcss '£ 1998 by Peter Ci//i and the Estate of Jaek Spieer All rights reserved Printed in the United States ofAmerica 5 4 3 2 CIP data appear at the end of the book Acknowledgment of (Copyrighted Material "'I wo Presentations," by Robert Duncan, from Roofs and branches. Copyright © 1964 by Robert Duncan . Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Cor]'). Excerpts are reprinted from The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers, Volume Three, 1939— 1962, edited by I'mi Hunt, with the permission of the publishers, Stanford University Press. Copyright £) 1995 by the Board of Trustees of the I,eland Stanford Junior University. "O Taste and See," by Denise Eevertov, from Poems 1960—1967. Copyright !£) 1964 by Deiuse Ecverto \r . Reprinted b\ permission of New Directions Publishing Corp. Excerpts from The Collected Books of Jack Spieer, edited by Robin Blaser, copyright ® 1975 by the Estate of Jack Spieer, arc reprinted with the permission of Black Sparrow Press. Excerpts from One /Y/gfc/ Stand C? Other Poems, copyright: CO 1980 by the Estate of Jack Spieer, are reprinted by permission of Grey Eox Press. Uneolleeted and unpublished materials by Jack Spieer arc printed with the permission of Robin Blaser, literary executor of the Estate oi Jack Spieer. Grateful acknowledgment is made to The American Poetry Review and Boxkite, in which parts of this book first appeared. Frontispiece photo of Jack Spieer courtesy of the I lelcn Adam Collection, State University of New York at Buffalo. This is the melancholy Dane That built all the houses that lived in the lane Across from the house that Jack built. This is the maiden all forlorn, a crumpled cow and a crumpled horn Who lived in the house that Jack built. This is the crab-god shiny and bright who sunned by clay and wrote by night And lived in the house that Jack built. This is the end of it, very dear friend, this is the end of us. — J A C K S P I C E R This page intentionally left blank for Robin Blaser This page intentionally left blank ...