A sort-of random slight flip through Jack Spicer turns up:
The Heads of the Town up to the Aether "A Textbook of Poetry", 26
From the top to bottom there is a universe. Extended past
what the words mean and below, God damn it, what the words
are. A vessel, a vesicle of truth.
vesicle defined as "a small bubble of liquid within a cell" (wikipedia)
Looking down the page, across to the facing page, the connections are there waiting for a real confrontation with the large poem that is The Heads of the Town up to the Aether. I wonder about a sentence-by-sentence reading. The first sentence of "A Textbook of Poetry":
Surrealism is the business of poets who cannot benefit by/ surrealism.
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