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Update Lucy In the Sky With Darrell: Actualism Part 2

Lucy In the Sky With Darrell
Part 2


A History of Actualism
In Iowa City


Poetry City





Chapter 1
Poem Wrapping a City Block


On October 10, 1975, I wrote a poem on a sheet of paper wrapping a city block. Forty-seven businesses gave their permission to cover their store fronts for the poem. Numerous actors and performers accompanied me around the block--Duck’s Breath Mystery Theater, The Sugar Plum Fairies, The Eulenspiegel Puppet Theater, and many others. As the day progressed, I knew that the greatest marathon of all was unrolling around the block, waiting for words, and waiting for a surpirse. Now, 26 years later, I realize how right I was. So many things happened during those wonderful, irreplaceable hours! In the days after the marathon, I wrote--in marathon fashion--a memoir about the event itself. It was a living dream show. I wanted to capture it on paper. Otherwise, it would it sink in the quicksand of consciousness till reaching oblivion.


[Insert Drawing #13]

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Dr. Alphabet, David Morice of Iowa City, began
a poem that eventually stretched around a city block.
(Staff Photo)

And the Poetry
Seemed to Run
Around Town

                                        By Miriam Brooks
                                        Iowa City Correspondent

                                        For Quad-City Times
                                        Davenport-Bettendorf, Ia.
                                        Fri., Oct. 10, 1975

                                       IOWA CITY, Iowa – “And
                             here he is, ladies and gentlemen:
                             Dr. Alphabet!”

                                       Out of Lind’s Art Supply
                             Store here popped a tall smiling
                             man wearing white pants, a white
                             T-shirt and a huge white top hat,
                             all covered with bright-colored
                             letters of the alphabet.

                                       It was David Morice, an
                             Iowa City writer who is well-known
                             here for his “writing marathons,” in
                             which he has written a poem a mile
                             long at a local book store and created
                             fiction in public on the spot for an
                             entire day.

                                       Thursday’s event was a poetry
                             marathon held as part of Iowa City’s
                             week-long dedication of the new
                             pieces of sculpture decorating the
                             city streets and mini-parks.

                                       Morice’s task, which he called
                             “word sculpture,” was to write a
                             poem on a continuous piece of paper
                             attached to the buildings that make up
                             a full square block of the downtown
                             shopping area adjacent to the U of I
                             campus.

                                       Morice, who has earned a
                             Masters degree in the Writer’s
                             Workshop here, said he did not
                             prepare ahead of time for the
                             marathon. “I just write as I go along,”
                             he said, and estimated that the job
                             would last about six hours.

                                       “I’m doing this for fun,” he
                             said. “And I’m doing it now because
                             I wanted to do it before winter comes
                             and it also is part of the sculpture
                             dedication festival.”

                                       Morice, who has been calling
                             himself “Dr. Alphabet” for about two
                             years, also was distributing buttons to
                             the crowd that proclaimed Iowa City
                             to be “Poetry City, U.S.A.”

                                       “I’ve thought of Iowa City as
                             being Poetry City for several years,”
                             he said, “because there are so many
                             poets and writers here.”

                                       To kick off the Marathon, Iowa
                             City poet Joyce Holland led the crowd


                             in the “Poetry Cheer” and the
                             “Alphabet National Anthem” (the
                             letters of the alphabet sang to the tune
                             of the national anthem), and then
                             Morice began writing.

                                       And during it all, a sidewalk
                             puppet show was being performed by
                             the Eulenspiegel Puppeteers and
                             musical acts, plays and variety acts
                             accompanied Morice on his route
                             around the block.

                                       Dr. Alphabet clearly was
                             having a good time writing with a
                             felt tip pen attached to his white
                             “alphabet cane” but admitted that the
                             job was taking him longer than
                             expected because so many people
                             interrupted him to talk.

                                       “I can’t write and talk at the
                             same time,” he said. “But that’s okay,
                             I’ll just keep going till I’m finished.”


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A rational oasis


                       Dr. Alphabet (the former Dave Morice) wrote
                    another epic yesterday in downtown Poetry City
                     (the former Iowa City). This time the poem was
                    a square block long, written on paper taped to the façade
                    of 47 stores. Dr. Alphabet was preceded by
                    the Sugar Plum Fairies (of which two are shown
                    above) who, according to one witness, appeared
                    out of nowhere.


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Elderly ‘critic’ rips
block-long poem

                                        By LARRY ECKHOLT
                                        Register Staff Writer
                                        Des Moines Register
                                        Fri., Oct 10, 1974

                                       
                                        Iowa City, IA. – An
                                        elderly vandal – or literary
                                        critic – Thursday ruined poet
                                        David Morice’s dream of
                                        seeing in an entire city block
                                        wrapped up in Morice’s
                                        extemporaneous poetry.

                                            At noon Thursday
                                        Morice had begun writing his
                                        “Word Sculpture” on a nearly
                                        continuous strip of paper that
                                        had been taped to the
                                        downtown buildings bordered
                                        by Dubuque, Iowa, Clinton
                                        and Washington Streets in the
                                        heart of Iowa City.

                                        Rips Section


                                            Morice was in the
                                        process of writing the final
                                        third of his latest opus when a
                                        man, who appeared to be
                                        about 70, began ripping to
                                        shreds the portion of the poem
                                        at the corner of Iowa Book
                                        and Supply Co., across from
                                        the University of Iowa
                                        Pentacrest.

                                            “This is a bunch of’
                                        B.S.,” said the man as he tore
                                        up Morice’s poem. People who
                                        had been watching Morice
                                        write, pleaded with the man to
                                        stop, but he just kept ripping.

                                            The poetry event kicked
                                        off a three-day sculpture
                                        festival here that will culminate
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