Jack Spicer

(30 January 1925 - 17 August 1965 / Los Angeles, California)

Thing Language - Poem by Jack Spicer

This ocean, humiliating in its disguises
Tougher than anything.
No one listens to poetry. The ocean
Does not mean to be listened to. A drop
Or crash of water. It means
Nothing.
It
Is bread and butter
Pepper and salt. The death
That young men hope for. Aimlessly
It pounds the shore. White and aimless signals. No
One listens to poetry.


Comments about Thing Language by Jack Spicer

  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/9/2015 6:39:00 AM)


    '' No
    One listens to poetry. ''

    just the simple truth..
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  • K.c. Ford (7/13/2015 2:18:00 AM)


    Whoops. Guess no answer is forthcoming then. (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (7/12/2015 10:03:00 AM)


    To K.C. Ford, whose comment is below:
    Dude, you are talking to someone who died in 1965!
    (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (7/12/2015 5:48:00 AM)


    Tougher than anything as one faces nature. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • K.c. Ford (7/12/2015 4:42:00 AM)


    No wonder no one listens to modern poetry. Take a break Jack. Try expressing a poem of substance. Perhaps then will people listen. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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