I think I've got two of JW's books now I forget, and the thing in here I think I remember liking very much the bits about Spike Hawkins, We all live in a yellow submaroon.
Its odd, but I think JW has a bit of the same poison got up in me, this fidgety twisting of the tongue.
The poem he picks out by Spike IS classic.
Boiler
Pig sit still in the strainer! Pig sit still in the strainer! I must have my pig tea!
Jonathan Williams' Blackbird dust is worth whatever price you have to pay for it (and much more), if only for his essay, "Paying Respects". edit - and "Clarence John Laughlin".