“A whore’s answer to a whore”: The Prostitution of Jack Spicer

Abstract

Damn it all, Robert Duncan, there only one bordello. A pillow. But one only whores toward what causes poetry Their voices high Their pricks stiff As they meet us. Dover Beach I THE ACADEMIC ASSIMILATION of contemporary poetry and poets, typically characterized as a symptom of postmodern malaise, has been a sore point among poets (both those with campus lives--by which I mean income and/or readers--who themselves may well have some apprehensions about the situation and those who wish for, envy, or simply reject such options) and a number of anxious critics. Too often the rebukes delivered to poets working and poetry written within literature departments have an implicitly moral reproval behind them, though one that keeps the nature of the offence ambiguous. That is, whether it the alleged mediocrity of such poems or the fact that their authors draw a university salary that the greater sin stays an unanswered question, as does the question of which the cause, which the effect. Consider briefly as a representative example of this of discourse the accusations of Vernon Shetley. Poetry, he writes, for the most part locked into a self-justifying culture of lyricism in creative writing departments, has suffered an enormous loss of intellectual respectability; the of both inside and outside the academy, who have an appetite for challenging reading are no longer much attracted to poetry [...] Reconnecting poetry with the intellectual reader an urgent matter merely for the health of poetry but also for the health of the intellect. (170-71) Poetry has lost respectability, no longer attracts the correct kind of people, unhealthy, and in short ought to be ashamed of itself. What Shetley insists a poem should be difficult--that is, I would like to note for later reference, easy (Shetley 192)--in order to retain or regain those linked qualities of respectability and health. (1) Here and in other incarnations, the complaint that poetry has compromised itself or sold out presented in a trope all too like pious invective against sexual permissiveness. Dana Gioia, assuming a gentler, more liberal tone, has more recently addressed the same perceived problem: One should that today's poets have achieved a comfortable economic status from teaching and other professions. A house, medical insurance, and a pension are bad things for a writer. But one should also pretend that the contemporary writer's transformation from bohemian to bourgeois has changed American literary culture. The personal sacrifices required by bohemia often bestowed a ferocious intellectual independence and flamboyant individuality easily achieved by writers employed by state institutions like universities. Freedom from institutional also permitted certain excesses and vices-especially drugs and alcohol--that destroyed many lives. (122) No less patronizing than Shetley, Gioia in this West Coast Elegy (one should lament but one can elegize) presents a dichotomy of romantic but immoral life in the street (freedom from institutional employment an interesting phrase from a former corporate executive and chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts) and comfortable conformity in the institution (how nice to hear that shelter and health care are not bad things). The strangest aspect of this passage Gioia's inability to see or conceive of contemporary poets who might challenge these categories--say, a tenured boozer--but that it serves as an introduction to a consideration of Jack Spicer as an exemplar of the unruly lives of bohemian writers who flourished in the Bay Area (122). According to Gioia, Spicer's poetry praised as accessible, but, rest assured, he is by any standard a major poet (126). …