What's in a name? Everything, I ween. This blog takes its name from a verse in "Cantata," an exquisite, incisive poem by the criminally overlooked genius of San Francisco Renaissance poet Jack Spicer.
Cantata
Ridiculous
How the space between three violins
Can threaten all our poetry.
We bunch together like Cub
Scouts at a picnic. There is a high scream.
Rain threatens. That moment of terror.
Strange how all our beliefs
Disappear.
1958
from (and I exhort you to purchase a copy of your own)
A Book of Music with words by Jack Spicer in The Collected Books of Jack Spicer. Santa Rosa, CA: Black Sparrow, 1975. Page 71.
Prithee, join me in my explorations of the space between three violins.
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