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Spontaneous Poetics - 89 (Allen Ginsberg on Anne Waldman)

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[Anne Waldman - Photograph by Greg Fuchs via AnneWaldman.org]

Student: A lot of Anne (Waldman)’s poems are that way (oracular, rhapsodic) like “Musical Garden”, a breath of fresh air. They can pick you up and just…

AG: Yeah

Student : ..stanza after stanza, ( with a hook line) - “Can’t give you up” 


AG: Yeah

Student:  The “Pressure”poem

Student:  That’s not all one line, is it?

AG: No, these are separate lines. Same principle, though -  a repeated refrain.. The thing is “Pressure” is.. as distinct from other poems of Anne’s.. “Pressure”.. was the first of her magnificent “list poems”.

Student: That’s the “Can’t give you up” poem?

AG: Yeah

Student: “No pressure”..”No way out”

AG: “No way out”. “No exit”. “No way out”

Student: Did she read that the other night?

AG: Yeah – That was the first of her series – [Allen begins to recite Anne Waldman’s poem – “When I/ see you/ climb the walls/ I climb them too/ No way out  of the cosmic mudhole!”… “no way out of the telephone booth/ the classroom/ the VW bus, the igloo,,”...”no way out of the 60-story office building./the church, the temple, the mosque/ the Long Island Railroad Station/ the A train the D train, the BMT/ the 9th Street crosstown bus/ the rain, the 10-inch snow piling up/ outside my window...] – Now what’s going on in my head, what’s going on there is – she had this really interesting idea – “No way out”. And then pretty soon, she’s throwing in the whole universe! – So no way out of death, no way out of life, no way out of Naropa Institute, no way out of New York City , no way out of the D train.

Ted Berrigan: Also, in that kind of poem you can get little sequences going, like you get, “no way out of your own house, no way out of the street you live on”, and then you can.. like.. “no way out of the next street, the next street over, the 60-story office building, the helicopter, the moon, the sun, the planets”, and it sounds like you’re doing something, and then you drop that and you just keep going with, “no way out”. Sometimes you’ve got something going here, sometimes you’re just making a further list of things that there’s “no way out” (of). There’s a lot of varieties of things you can do.

Student:  But there’s more of a connection, it seems, between what there’s  “no way out” of. You can throw in the whole universe and say there’s “no way out” of that, because it’s almost welded to one another, but what about saying, I mean..

AG: I actually want to talk about this. I want everybody to shut up, because I had something to say (and now I have forgot!). This was Anne’s first long list poem, I think, and there is a quality in here which is different from her later list poems. And I think this is among the best of them. I think, in some respects, they get weaker later on, or more mechanical. The thing that’s going on here is that she has a grand conception, a really grand conception – a realization of the claustrophobia of the Universe, and sort of a Buddhist notion of “no way out” in meditation. There’s no way out of what is.  So then, what you have is a series of lines, ringing the changes on what is, or what’s in her Universe that she can’t get out of it. And the lines are simple. In other words, they’re not images, in a sense, they’re not Surrealist images., they’re not dense, in a sense, the VW bus, the igloo – that’s pretty funny. In one line, “the VW bus, the igloo..” You’ve got the funny jump. But, then, “the classroom”? – that’s not a poem (or a single) line of a poem – “the classroom” – nothing – except the jumps between one line and the other are so strange, and you can see her mind, moving from place to place in her universe, and you can see what she’s going through, what the sequence of her preoccupations are, and her experiences, so that even if, line by line, there is no Surrealist image orhaiku within the line, the jumps between lines make a funny kind of haiku– “No way out of the cosmic mudhole/ no way out of the telephone booth/ the classroom” – from the telephone booth to the classroom to the VW bus, the igloo - “No way out of the quonset hut/…tea for two” – So the jumps are so weird you actually have a graph of her mind moving (which is Philip Whalens phrase), you actually have a graph of  her mind moving instant to instant into all these weird particulars of her life . So that, eve though the individual short lines don’t each one present a haiku within it, or some kind of persimmon-jump, or space-gap, or contrast, or image, the action of the poem in moving from thought to thought, preoccupation to preoccupation, takes care of the poetics, in the sense of the surprise, takes care of the poetic surprise, so, even though the lines are dull, taken by themselves, the changes are not dull, and they get funnier and funnier, and, finally, more and more serious, to the point where she actually has – “no way out of Africa/ off Europe, out of Asia/ no way off the jeep,/ the circus, the rodeo/ the Donizetti opera/ (La Fille du Regiment)/ no escape from Joan Sutherland’s astounding voice/ or the barking dogs chasing the weakened deer/ a long winter..” – There’s such vast jumps from one subject to another, and they’re as vast as the mind itself, or as vast as our own experience. So finally it gets to, “the history of Russia, no escape,/ China, Japan/ the history of music, no escape/ the voices of the Pygmies singing in the Ituri rainforest..” (which is, like, a fantastic contrast from “the history of Russia..China, Japan” to “the Pygmies singing in the Ituri rainforest”, and, actually makes a great deal of sense – covering global culture). Then, finally, “no escape from.. ” - “The Great Chain of Being, (no escape), /The Magnetic Field, no escape/  The Continental Shelf, no escape/ The Great Barrier Reef/ no escape, no escape/ The piper cub, no return/ (the next acceptance speech, no return,/ the last hurrah, the middle age)/ no way out of TV, no way off Mars”  - All one line - no way out of TV, no way off Mars”  - “the moon, the sun’s radiant energy,/ no way, no way/ no way out of structural anthropology..” – The changes are just so brilliant and definite, that, even though from the outside, for a second, it seems jumbled, there’s an inner logic, and when there’s not an inner logic, the jump is so big that in itself it covers the world.

Student: What’s interesting is she said there’s no way out of the poem.

AG:  I think she has it somewhere here.  There’s no way out of the poem. It’s somewhere here. There’s no way out of the poem, no escape. So that was her, I think, first spontaneous list poem. Now the later poems, I think, are a little more mechanical – like “Fast Speaking Woman(and I think the changes there.. it’s the same principle) – “I’m the accomplished woman. I’m the woman who drives/ I’m the alabaster woman/ I’m the egregious woman/ I’m the embryo woman…” – Here, she’s beginning to make combinations, which, within themselves, are a little (too) strange to sustain it . It wouldn’t be.. well – “I’m the girl under an old fashioned duress/ I’m a thought woman/ I’m a creator woman/ I’m a waiting woman/ I’m a ready woman/ I’m an atmosphere woman/ I’m the morning star woman/ I’m the heaven woman…” – I find that a little weaker. Because there still is a really strong basic perception, there’s still really a great idea to ring all the changes on what kind of woman (which means, what kind of soul, what kind of person, as well…) - Yes?

Student: I find that…

AG: Well, let me finish my sentence..

Student: I was going to turn it over, so..

AG: ..as well as taking off on the feminist changes. But, at that point, I began feeling that what she needed was to actually begin to get more juxtaposition within the line, to keep the thing moving, that the lines would have to be more dazzling than in the first simple lists of “No Escape” (Pressure) , because the “no escape” had such a central psychological given in it. The I’m-a-blank-woman, I’m-a-blank-woman, is less central, in a sense, psychologically.

Student: Well, it still has that sort of peripheral vision thing of taking it from every view possible that..

AG: Yeah..

Student: .. you could take it from.

AG: But just single words, or little phrases. (And) at that point, I began thinking she needed more. Yes?

Student: One thing I noticed that disturbed me a little bit is that this form is obviously very similar to yours in many ways, and one thing that you do always, when you use this form, it’s always a group…

AG: Yeah, I got it from (Whitman)

Student:  …works as a group, whereas this becomes a simple set. It’s the difference between set theory and group theory, and this breaks down into.. you know, set theory.

AG: (I’m not familiar with) set theory

Student: Set theory, yeah in math

AG: Yeah

Student: In Modern Math, they talk about it

AG: I’ve never studied it

Student: Oh. The set theory has the members don’t interact, whereas (in) the group theory the members do interact. I guess that’s the basis.

AG: Okay. If one understood that terminology that would be a helpful way of explaining it, but [Allen turns to the class] how many don’tunderstand (t)his terminology?

Student: I find mathematics pretty formidable

AG: Yeah

Spontaneous Poetics - 90 (Ted Berrigan Defends Anne Waldman)

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[Anne Waldman & Ted Berrigan - Photograph by  Gerard Malanga - Copyright The Photographer]

Ted Berrigan:  Are you making a criticism (of Anne Waldman) on those grounds (set theory, mathematics)?

Allen Ginsberg: Pardon me?

TB: Is he (one of the students) making a criticism (of Anne) on that grounds?

AG: I don’t know.  I think so, yeah

TB: I want you to tell me. I’d like to know who he is.

AG: I’m making a criticism.I’m criticizing Anne’s later poems.

TB: But you’re making it on different grounds, Allen (and your grounds are not valid either), but hisgrounds.. 

AG: I’m just saying what I think..

TB: Okay, you think what you’re thinking, that’s only valid, it’s what you’re thinking, whereas she’s speaking (in "Fast Speaking Woman") as a woman there..

AG:  ..that this was a..

TB: She’s being an (archetypal) woman, and then she’s being “Anne Waldman”, at the same time, whereas, in the other one ("Pressure"), it’s just like that she’s a pronoun. She’s herself, you know..

AG: Uh-huh

TB: But in that  one, I mean that’s.. (that might appear) coming on to you, but that’s.. she is..she does.. she’s attempting the shamanistic concept, Allen

AG:  Yes

TB: She’s attempting to speak for all women..

AG: Uh-huh

TB:..and it seems, consequently that  that bulwarks the structure very much

AG: Yeah

TB: And when the juxtapositions may possibly seem facile, it’s true that the faces are different, but there are..there are many more interesting things that she says a woman can be, for example, in that poem, than there are..

AG: Yeah, the virtues of the poem are apparent . The virtues of the poem are already apparent, I think . I’m demurring now on it’s total virtue, in a sense that I think that it’s less interesting on the page and probably depends a good deal on recitation for it to become really live, because, line-by-line, reading it through, it finally becomes a little boring on the page..

Student: Really?

AG:  ..and the only way to mend that was (she does it at a few points)..is..complicate it a little bit, instead of just having “elastic woman, necklace woman, silk scarf woman” – “I’m the woman who works the machine./ I know how to work the machines”..

TB: “I know how to work the machines”, okay.

AG: .. which is, I think, the great line (or one of the great lines) in that . But, at this point, when I first heard her read it, I began thinking it would be interesting if she started making the lines a little denser, because she had already done that in “Pressure”, and I thought that in “Pressure”, that the situation, the original situation, was so penetrant – the idea of “no way out” the entire universe – that all you did have to do was list places in the universe in a weird juxtaposed order and that that juxtaposition of the order would make the excitement. Here the juxtaposition of the order – “I’m a moon woman/ I’m a day woman/ I’m a doll woman/ I’m a dew woman/ I’m a lone star woman / (I’m a) loose ends woman”..” – There isn’t enough tension. It’s just like repeating the line and making changes, but it isn’t mad enough, verbally – and for the eye-ball it isn’t mad enough (because I’ve shown it to, say, kids in France, French translators who say, “The conception is interesting, but, line by line, it doesn’t seem to have the same tension between the lines”.

Student: Alright, alright, but…

TB:  I think that it sings in a different way and that the singing accomplishes there [in “Fast Speaking Woman] as much as the tension accomplishes in “Pressure” . And the fact that, it’s true, it doesn’t always rise off the page, it’s equally true of “Pressure”, where some things of “Pressure” are going by so fast..

AG: Yeah

TB: ..because of the pace of the poem, that you don’t believe that this person really feels and knows  anything about what she just said there was “no way out” of, except that she’s heard about it.

AG: Hmm

TB: For example, “Joan Sutherland’s astounding voice” – that little molecule of a second that it takes to say that, is not enough to (convince me that..)... and there are a few other examples..

AG:  Well, anyway, does everybody get something of the point I’m trying to make.

Student(s): Yes

Spontaneous Poetics - 91

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Student:  I feel I have to defend myself against (you and) the rest of the class

Allen Ginsberg: Do you have a “self” to defend? – okay, if you insist on having a “self”

Student: Well you said (my comparison with set theory wasn’t so helpful) but why I said that was, that if the members don’t interact, then that means that, just like in a sentence, that means there’s no articulation, (group consciousness) is not being put into form

Ted Berrigan: If you take a group.. you have to..

Student: It’s not articulation until the words interact, right?

Ted Berrigan: The articulation [in Anne Waldman’s “Fast Speaking Woman”] is in the dance of vowels and syllables, much more there than in “Pressure”, where everything there snaps. In this poem, everything sings (and when you see it performed, for example, you understand that very clearly because it comes off her so smoothly). The interaction is in the music so much more in “Fast Speaking Woman” than in “Pressure”, which has a great breathless quality

Allen Ginsberg: Well, then, her next move was “Musical Garden”, where she complicated the line, interestingly – “Can’t give you up, speech, can’t stop/ clamoring” – So then (she) began to augment the line, because she couoldn’t repeat the poem, or the same attack on the poem, one poem after another, with the same simple lines, so then she began expanding the musical possibilities and the ideation and image possibilities within the sweetheart, my tender/ chocolate big-lipped love/ Can’t give up all dear ones, your bright/ ears and delicate smiles” – So you see how she began developing that. Actually, it’s sort of like a primary course inthe list poem,  going from one poem to another to another of hers and seeing how she’s developed it, and finally, in the last [1976 -most recent] poem, “Shaman” ["Shaman Hisses"], there’s very complicated lines, involving description, with different actions, long, very long sometimes. Sometimes a short single-word line, but, most of the time, it’s a line describing a whole action – “Shaman, your mother’s calling you on the telephone”
The reason I brought this up was (is), if you have a litany, or a list poem, or if you want to try one like that, if you’re developing one, or if you’re revising one, or working on one, just to bear in mind that (a) single-word list poem has been done, a double-word list poem has been done. You’ve got to have something interesting in each line. Anne has developed it in this way. (Christopher) Smart started with a much more pedestrian line, you might say, (a) more everyday line. A major element in it all, however, is the ear for the line, keeping the line of such an elastic spoken quality that the whole thing hangs together as one tripping breath, or one vowel-ic breath (but there you’d have to pay attention to sound, you’d have to pay attention to having the imagery colorful enough enough to fill out a line).

And I’ll end there, because it’s eight twenty-five.

Student:  I made the list into a narrative.

AG: Pardon me?

Student: I made the list into a narrative.

AG: Yes. You can (do) do that.

Tape and class ends here – to be continued   

Rebels - A Journey Underground

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Our feature today - A New Kind of Bohemia, segment two in a a six-part series by Kevin Alexander, made in 1999 for Canadian television,  Rebels - A Journey Underground.
(The other episodes, incidentally, are also well worth catching - see here)

From the episode synopsis - "Following World War II, a new period of post-war social complexity overtook America. It was during this turbulent, often repressive Cold War time that Jack Kerouac coined the phrase "beat" and gave birth to a new literary movement. This film follows the activities of this new breed of writer - Kerouac, (Neal) Cassady, (Allen) Ginsberg, and a handful of outsiders who became known as the "Beat Generation"."

Featured on-screen observations by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Michael McClure, David Amram,Anne Waldman, Carolyn Cassady, Gerald Nicosia, Dennis McNally, Al Leslie, Ann Charters,Steve Allen..

Narration is by Kiefer Sutherland.

Harold Norseappears at approximately 26 minutes in and tells a delightful story about his first meeting Allen:   
"I met Allen Ginsberg at 3 or 4 in the morning on a subway train going to the Village, from where I was.. had been.. I don't remember, and he walked into this empty car and sat down opposite me and started reading from a book and I.. and, as the roar of the train subsided at each subway stop, I could tell that it was Rimbaud that he was reading and I said, "The Drunken Boat - Rimbaud", and he looked up and he said, "You're a poet!"- and that's how we met. We ended up in my room, a little freezing room in Greenwich Village."   

Friday Weekly Round-Up - 131

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31 mai 2013-1er septembre 2013  |  Beat Generation / Allen Ginsberg, Les Champs Libres, Rennes | Terres de femmes  |  Livres &  Littérature | Scoop.it

The Jean-Jacques Lebel multi-media Beat Generation exposition opened last week (simultaneously, in four European locations!). We've already shown one (Arte tv) - here's another - (Mirabelle) French tv - preview: 



and here's a press preview of the German (ZKM Karlsruhe) manifestation 

Lebel's opening/welcoming speech may be accessed here -
"Hello Beatniks", his introductory text may be read here

Meanwhile, back in the United States (San Francisco) at the CJM (Contemporary Jewish Museum), Beat Memories, the Allen Ginsberg photo exhibition continues. On Sunday (this Sunday) from 2 to 5 - "Snapshot Poetics Now - Queer Encounters With Allen Ginsberg" - "Inspired by Ginsberg's collection of inscribed snapshots, Bay Area artists and scholars will create a unique performance-based tour of the gallery. Performances will be drawn from encounters with Allen Ginsberg and his legendary cohort of Beat writers, artists, and lovers". "Performers and scholars" include Jewelle Gomez, Richard Meyer,Tirza Latimer, Justin Chin, Jaime Cortez, and DL Alvarez.

A previous Beat Memories-related event took place in the Museum a couple of weeks back -"Quiet Lightning - Neighborhood Heroes Edition" - Here's Tom Comitta introducing and presenting his "Howl" track 4 (from "Howl in Six Voices 20/10") from that event



More big celebrations in San Francisco this weekend - City Lights 60th Anniversary! - (KAWL's Holly McDede celebrates that here) - more about that tomorrow.

Happy Summer Solstice!

City Lights Celebration

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City Lights Bookstore, San Francisco, CA

City Lights60th Anniversary celebrations tomorrow. In anticipation of that august occasion, we look back on (and draw your attention to) the four-part series that appeared on the occasion of the 50th Anniversary, in the "local paper", the San Francisco Chronicle

Among those interviewed or mentioned - Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Shigeyoshi Murao, co-founder Peter Martin, co-owner, Nancy Peters, Gary Snyder, Michael McClure,David Meltzer, Joanne Kyger, Diane di Prima, David Amram, Larry KeenanRobert Creeley,  Henri Lenoir, (founder of Vesuvio's), Enrico Banducci, (founder of  the hungry i and Enrico's Sidewalk Cafe),Bruce Conner, Peter Coyote, Robert Scheer, Herb Gold, Robert Hass, Daniel Halpern, Andrei Codrescu, Lenore Kandel,Thom Gunn, Elaine Katzenberger (executive director of City Lights), Maxine Hong Kingston.. the list goes on....

The four sections - The first, "The Birth of Cool 1953-1960", a City Lights oral history is here
The second, "And The Beat Goes On - City Lights and the Counterculture 1961-1974", here. The third, "Literary Mecca - "City Lights Enters The Modern Age 1975-2003", here.  
Section four focuses on the proprietor, the lynch-pin, Lawrence Ferlinghetti - "Lawrence Ferlinghetti - A Portrait in Words - The Long Dream of Survival", here.

Ten years on, and neither Lawrence nor the store show any signs of flagging. Au contraire..  


City Lights Books 60th anniversary











Here's a complete list of the classic City Lights Pocket Poets - (including Plutonian Ode, number 40, Mind Breaths, 35, Fall of America, 30. Planet News, 23, Reality Sandwiches, 18, Kaddish, 14, and Howl and Other Poems, 4)





City Lights 60th Anniversary

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Happy (60th) Birthday City Lights Bookstore! City Lights Publications! City Lights!


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Abandon All Despair, Ye Who Enter Here, the City Lights blog is here

City Lights web-site is here 

City Lights Allen Ginsberg page here

Spontaneous Poetics - 92 (Philip Lamantia - 1)

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[Philip Lamantia - from the cover of his book Narcotica, published by Auerhahn Press, San Francisco, 1959]

Allen Ginsberg's Spontaneous and Improvised Poetics class (sic) held at Naropa Insitute, July 7, 1976 continues - [note from original transcriber, Randy Roark, "the recording is recorded a great distance from the speaker, which accounts for some of the difficulty obtaining a complete and accurate description" - however...]

AG: So I've been using as texts..various modern poets. So, where I left off,  in terms of formation of lines on the page and the litany form of the poem.. (So), picking up some pieces - (the) litany form of the poem, formation of lines on the page, and break-up of lines on the page, and elements of breath-stop, the creation of poems that use a repeated refrain to build up a series of ideas, or construct lines out of..  So, disparate elements, that's what we've been talking about in the last few days..

How many here have read Philip Lamantia? Raise your hands [class gives a show of hands] - Okay, so quite a few have. He's a friend of Philip Whalen, and was a friend of (Jack) Kerouac. (He) was from San Francisco. (He was) born there and grew up there, went to high school, was a member of the anarchist-Buddhist mystical Gnostic circle of Kenneth Rexrothand Robert Duncan in the (19)40's, and then, when he was thirteen years old, ran off to New York, around 1944, and looked up the Surrealists who were living in New York, and went to the office off Fifth Avenue, where there was a magazine called "View"run by a poet friend of William Carlos Williamscalled Charles Henri Ford, and slept on the floor of View magazine for a couple of weeks while he was in New York, claiming that he was the American (Arthur) Rimbaud! - So he was a spiritually ambitious poetical thirteen-year-old. ["Discovered & published at fifteen by View]. He now [1976] is the leading member of the American Surrealist group - or the group of Americans who call themselves Surrealists, representing the official imperatives of the Surrealist doctrine and practice (they have a magazine called "Arsenal" which has issues every few years, and, actually, this year, in May, they had a large exhibition in Chicago, so they're still an active group).

Student: Where does that (magazine, Arsenal) come from?

AG: Chicago, I think

Student: Chicago?

AG: Chicago and San Francisco (and it's available from City Lights in San Francisco, or Gotham Book Mart in New York, or other specialized bookstores in New York City). There's also a collection of their work in the last "City Lights Journal", which is in the library. They generally refuse to publish with other poets. They don't send poems out to poetry magazines or [Naropa's journal] "Sitting Frog" because they want to have their work (be) an axe that just cuts through with their one central conception of poetry that comes from a specialized state of consciousness, that is not rational and not sub-conscious, but comes from some plane that can be compared to the hypnogogic vision that is half-sleeping and half-waking. Lamantia says (this) is a special place in his consciousness that he recognizes when it appears and (that) the lines that come out of it are true Surrealist lines. 
All other writing he does, is not. Writing he does in automatic hand-movement state, or conscious state, is not true Surrealist. So, he feels (that) there is a definite place in the mind whence Surrealist imagery (a)rises.  

All this being a side-issue to what I'm bringing this up for. He has a poem called "Morning Light Song" which shows the impulse of breath riding through, line after line, to a certain ecstatic state (somewhat in the form of the Christopher Smart or Whitmanic poems we've looked at - and somewhat in the same style as Anne Waldman's series of poems that we were talking about last class, but here, in this "list poem", the lines are intensified and stretched out with Surrealist-style imagery). So you get to see what he does with that form - [Allen begins reading Philip Lamantia's "Morning Light Song - "RED DAWN, clouds coming up! the heavens proclaim you,/ Absolute God..."..."O poet of poets/Ancient deity of the poem - / Here's spindle tongue of morning riding the flushes of NIGHT/ Here's gigantic ode of the sky about to turn on the fruits of my/ lyre/Here's Welcome Cry from the heart of the womb of words - Hail/ Queen of Night!/ Who giveth birth to the Morning Star. Here's the quiet cry of/ stars broken among crockery/Here's the spoon of sudden birds wheeling the rains of Zeus"..."Here's my chant to you, Morning of Mornings, God of gods, light of light"..."That I hold converse with your fantasy. That I am your beauty/ NOT OF THIS WORLD and bring to nothing all that would stop me/From flying straight to your heart whose rays conduct me to the SONG!"] - That's one long continuous apocalyptic breath build-up, and he's using some weird combinations like "Here's the spoon of sudden birds wheeling the rains of Zeus" (in some respects, absolutely nonsensical, yet always some kind of crisp clear oddity in the lines) - Made up of spoons? - "Here's the quiet cry of stars broken among crockery" - So, although there's a great deal of intellectual extravagance, it always comes down to "spoon(s)" and "crockery" (the"spoon" may have been a heroin spoon, actually). 

I brought that up as an example of a good deal as far as deal of breath. Then, for parallel to (William Carlos Williams)' use of "aposiopesis", or hiatus, break, or perhaps, even, the cutting (the break, and then the continuing again somewhere else)."Aposiopesis"  is a technical term, like "Those ships should be turned inward upon/...but I am an old man, I've had enough" - Remember that example? 

There are two things I want to lay out with this poem ["There is this distance between me and what I see"] or use it as examples of. One was - it begins at the margin, and the lines are divided partly by vocal impulse, the vocal mouthing, and partly by mental cut, the cut of ideas. Some lines (are) long, some lines (are) absolutely short and abrupt, as if in the composition he ran out of idea and just began at the margin with another word - ran out of idea, began with another word, ran out of idea, then began with another idea and ran all the way over to the right-hand margin again. "There is this distance between me and what I see"is the title.[or the first line, the alternative title, "Still Poem 9"]. He was, at the time, I think, preoccupied with the idea of achieving some divine vision (he was taking all sorts of drugs and doing all sorts of hermetic and alchemical experiments on himself and so he was giving himself direction in how to behave mentally). I'll mark the beginnings of the line with (a movement of) my hand. [Allen begins reading Philip Lamantia's "There is this distance between me and what I see" - "There is this distance between me and what I see/ everywhere immanence of the presence of God/no more ekstasis/a cool head/ watch watch watch/ I'm here/He's over there... It's an Ocean.../sometimes I can't think of it, I fail, fall/There IS this look of love/there IS the tower of David/there is the throne of Wisdom/there IS this silent look of love/Constant flight in air of the Holy Ghost/I long for the luminous darkness of God/I long for the superessential light of this darkness/another darkness I long for the end of longing/I long for the/it is Nameless what I long for..."  - He has the line broken as [Allen goes to the blackboard] - "I long for the/ it is Nameless what I long for/a spoken word caught in its own meat saying nothing" - The form there is really nice because you suddenly see the thought break off, jump down the line, and continue in another direction -  "I long for the/ it is Nameless what I long for/a spoken word caught in its own meat saying nothing/ This nothing ravishes beyond ravishing/There IS this look of love Throne Silent look of love" - A continuous burst of energy, and, even when it breaks off - "I long for the/ it is Nameless what I long for" - the energy continues into somewhere else. It turns a corner and goes off in the other direction. I always thought that that was one of the best modern poems I've ever seen in terms of swiftness of mind and weird syntax. It's an immediate transcription of thought, an attempt at diagramming the way his mind moves on the page. It also, vocally, to speak it, is tremendous, because, in a way, there's no breath there - "I long for the/ it is Nameless what I long for" (or it could be "I long for the - pause -/ it is Nameless what I long for"), but I like it in one breath, and I heard him recite it and I think it was one breath that he used there. So the jump-down would mark, in terms of time - "I long for the/ it is Nameless what I long for" - a slight hesitancy. The forward push of the line a break in the speech, but not in the breath but the speech and then the continuation of the breath at the end. They're all equal, each line, in some respect or other - "There is this distance between me and what I see/ everywhere immanence of the presence of God/no more ekstasis/a cool head/ watch watch watch" - The "watch watch watch" is one line, (the) "a cool head" is one line, "no more ekstasis" is one line - It's just this mad rush of thought (or maddening rush of thought), but it's one of the best examples I've ever seen of someone thinking speedy, and writing speedy, and laying out a really sort of ecstatic rush of confession of desire, even if (as in with Hart Crane), a totally mystical desire, which, in a sense, has no object - "O Answerer of all..." O great nothing" 
[Transcriber's note - "At this point, the tape [the tape he was working from] seriously deteriorates and is barely audible" - The audio recording in the on-line Archives at Naropa Institute, however, seems clear enough. The above is a transcription of the first thirteen and a quarter minutes of the audio here]    -   (to be continued..)

Spontaneous Poetics - 93 (Philip Lamantia - 2)

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[The Collected Poems of Philip Lamantia - edited by Garrett Caples, Andrew Joron & Nancy Joyce Peters (with a foreward by Lawrence Ferlinghetti) forthcoming from the University of California Press, this summer]


AG: I want to read you one or two other short poems of his [Philip Lamantia's]

Student: What was that (last) one?

Selected poems, 1943-1966 by Philip Lamantia

AG: That's called "There is this distance between me and what I see" (on page 6o of Selected Poems by Philip Lamantia, City Lights, published in (19)67 - they're his main poems up to 1966, and I put it in the Naropa library, with notes in the book as to which poems to check out, if you want to read a little anthology of Lamantia). I think for nervous recording of immediate, fast, nervous movements of mind, he's one of the most interesting of the modern poets (also, for basic archetypal self-thought, thoughts that almost everybody has, but haven't quite expressed - (and he) came out of the drug culture too -) Sharp  [Allen reads next (on the opposite page) Philip Lamantia's "I have given fair warning" - "I have given fair warning/Chicago New York Los Angeles have gone down/I have gone to Swan City where the ghost of Maldorormay still/roam/The south is very civilized/I have eaten rhinoceros tail/It is the last night among crocodiles/Albion opens his fist in a palm grove/I shall watch speckled jewel grow on the back of warsplit horses/Exultation rides by/A poppy the size of the sun in my skull/I have given fair warning/at the time of corpses and clouds I can make love here as/anywhere" 
- Short lines and long lines. Each with the same impulse. Each with a relatively balanced... each one, a sort of impulse. A high state of excitement, high tension, rare among poets, generally (particularly among the poetry I've been teaching here, that begins with a much more quotidian base and much more muted level, much more rounded). Here, it's totally up in the air (although he's obviously playful and conscious, humorous, in what he's doing - "I have eaten rhinoceros tail/It is the last night among crocodiles" (actually, he just took some mushrooms!) - "A poppy the size of the sun in my skull" - (and) I like the last line - "at the time of corpses and clouds" - "at the time of corpses and clouds" (that's out of (Arthur) Rimbaud - "voici le temps des Assassins" (now is the time of (the) assassins)) - "at the time of corpses and clouds I can make love here as/anywhere" - (A) true apocalyptic poem. 

(Next), a little poem called "High" - "O beato solitude! where have I flown to?/stars overturn the walls of my music/as flights of birds, they go by, the spirits/opened below the lark of plenty/ovens of neant overflow the docks of Veracruz/This much is time/summer coils the soft suck at night/lone unseen eagles crash thru mud/I am worn like an old sack by the celestial bum/I'm dropping my eyes where all the trees turn on fire!/I'm mad to go to you, Solitude - who will carry me there?/I'm wedged in this collision of planets/Tough!/I'm ONGED!/I'm the trumpet of King David/the sinister elevator tore itself limb by limb./  You can not close/you can not open/you break yr head/you make bloody bread!" - It's totally funny, totally "Ong"! ("Ong" is, I think, a word that was current in the late (19)50's, early (19)60's for being high) - Like (Jack) Kerouac's description of peyote in Visions of Cody - "peyote grooking in the desert" - "The peyote cactus grooking in the desert, under the sun" [the precise quote, referenced by Allen in his Visions of The Great Rememberer, is "Cactus with his big lizard hide and poison hole buttons with wild hair, grooking in the desert to eat our hearts alive, ack..."]

A couple of other interesting poems by him (Lamantia). One called "Blue Grace" (These are totally opposite in tone and grounding, as I keep saying, from everything else I've been reading, from what I've been reading as good examples for good boys and girls to write. All of which means I was only proposing those good examples as some sort of standard to refer to so that you don't get freaked-out in the poetry, but, if you're going to freak-out, then freak-out interestingly! - and your freak-out will be more interesting if you have some ground to begin with. In other words, I wasn't actually preaching coming down totally, but I was just saying at least be able to do that. Since everybody is so much up in the air, and so  inartistically, it seems the only way to begin is to get back down to William Carlos Williams, Imagism, nothing happening, birds chirping on the telephone wires, at least have some kind of a mental clarity so that what you do when you freak-out has humor and  spaciousness and playfulness, and is understandable as freak-out, rather than as an entire world where you're expecting everybody to enter, taking it seriously (unless you really are serious, and suicidal, wherein you can say your poem is grounded in reality and a death-machine screech - which (Artaudian seriousness) we'll get to). [Allen proceeds to read (in its entirety) Philip Lamantia's "Blue Grace" - "BLUE GRACE/  crashes thru air/where Lady LSD hangs up all the floors of life for the last time/Blue Grace leans on white slime/Blue Grace weaves in and out of Luneburg and "My Burial Vault"/unudlates/from first hour peyote turnon.."..."Man,/the marvel/of masturbation arts/intersects Blue Grace/at World's Finale Orgasm Electro-Physic Apocalypse!/  I sing the beauty of bodily touch/with my muse, Blue Grace" - It's a funny ending - Spring 1963 - That is, I think, one of the late great poems. There's a lot in Lamantia, if you don't know him. That is.. weird.. (a) total "kundalini somersault". Yeah?

Student: Allen, he was writing (this) when...?

AG: He was hanging around San Francisco, mostly, withJohn Wieners, occasionally , and with Michael McClure, and Robert LaVigne, a painter. "Blue Grace" was a poem he read to Robert LaVigne, the painter (who used to be Peter Orlovsky's friend), and LaVigne painted a huge painting of "Blue Grace", with shades coming out of white automobiles on the streets of San Francisco - (an image of) a sort of an Angel, dressed in a blue suit and with dark shades - ((a) very heroin-ique image, heroin-ique image)

Student: Allen

AG: Yes?

Student: Is he still alive?

AG: [1976] - Yes. He's in San Francisco. He's editingArsenalmagazine [with Franklin Rosemont] and writing specifically Surrealistic poems. I saw him about two months ago, and spent an afternoon listening to him getting his theory down, suggesting that he come out and teach here [Naropa] but he said, "No, we're Surrealists we're not Buddhists". (I tried to) lure him out of his... he lives on Telegraph Hill in a little apartment and his family is Italian from San Francisco. So he's (from) an old born-in-San-Francisco native family.

Student: Has his style changed?

AG: Yes. This time he was more.. sort of.. well, he describes it here - that funny phrase in "Blue Grace" (which) would be "World's Finale Orgasm Electro-Physic Apocalypse!" - (that was the prophesy of the 'Sixties - it was a 'Sixties-ish Electronic Acid Planet News) - He's now, I think, probably, a little more dissociated, because he's zeroed in - he's left quasi-politics or neurological politics and he has now zeroed in - on a precise area ( he says it's precise) of his consciousness, whence comes certain images which have absolutely no rational usability. He wants a poetry that will not have commerce with the world, where the words are associated magically, and each image contradicts the other image, where the mind doesn't get a chance to solidify logical formations (or even sensory consistencies!). So the Surrealist method there is almost the opposite of everything (that) I've been teaching.
I feel a little more difficulty now with his poetry, in understanding it (because it's not meant to be "understood"). And (But) I would still recommend checking it out, the later developments.
But.. continuing with his early poems, when he was thirteen (fourteen, fifteen), called  "Revelations of a Surreal Youth", up to recent.. well, (19)65, "Voice of Earth Mediums"[Allen proceeds to read (in its entirety) Philip Lamantia's "Voice of Earth Mediums" - "We are truly fed up/with mental machines of peace and war/nuclear monoxide brains, cancerous computers/motors sucking our hearts of blood/that once sang the choruses of natural birds!/We've had enough dynamos and derricks/thud-thud-thudding valves and pulleys/of the Devil Mankin's invention..."..."if the complete crowd-manacled Machine/ isn't dissolved back into the Earth/from where its elements were stolen/we shall call on/the Great Ocean Wave/Neter of waters/and the King of Atlantis & his snake spirits/otherwise known as/Orcus/Dagon & Drack!/to send up calamitous tidal waves/- a thousand feet high if need be -/to bury all the monster metal cities/and their billion bullioned wheels of chemical death!'.."Oh, William Blake!/thou can oversee, if it please thee,/this lesson of Aquarius Clean Sweep/that Earth's beautiful spirit of purifying Ocean/shall stop these weights on and plunder of/her metal blood and very thin skin/to teach us Terra's song of taoist harmonies!"

Well, let's see if you can do it (actually, you can do it, anybody can do it, if you want to do it that way - and it's done that way already, it's already happened - but it's (admittedly) pretty interesting, and prophetic of later development in national consciousness). He was calling these curses and exorcisms and prophecies out in the early (19)60's and so was a really brilliant  poet. (Actually, some of (Michael) McClure, in a sense, is watered-down Lamantia, some of McClure's biological analysis of civilization - Lamantia, without that nervous intelligence and discounting.. discounting insistence.. tantrums, tantrums - these are like tantrums.

That was called "Voice of Earth Mediums". And there's one called "What Is Not Strange?" which ends "Go Away & Be Born No More!/ DO A KUNDALINI SOMERSAULT!", and which is set on the page very weird. It's zig-zag, a whole series of different lines, all zig-zagged on the page. 

(Audio for this section may be heard here from approximately thirteen-and-a-quarter minutes in to approximately twenty-eight-and-a-quarter minutes in - here)  

Spontaneous Poetics - 94 (Philip Lamantia - 3)

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[Philip Lamantia (1927-2005)]

AG: Would you like to hear some more (Philip) Lamantia?

Student(s): Yeah

AG;  Lamantia and (Gregory) Corso, oddly, are [1975] very much alive. Both Italian, both word-alchemists, mantic word-manipulators. This is called "Astro-mancy" - short lines.

ASTRO-MANCY

The stars have gone crazy
and the moon is very angry
The old civilization
that rolled the dice of Hitler
is surely bumbling
into a heap of catatonic hysteria.
Another civilization
secret for sic thousand tears
is creeping on the crest of
future. I can almost see the
tin of its triangular star.
I'm writing this from lost Atlantis
I wonder when I'll get back
to the alchemical castle
where I can rebegin my work
left off in the Middle Ages
when the Black Beast roared down
on my weedy parchments and spilled me
into an astral waiting room
whose angels, naturally in flaming white robes,
evicted me for this present irony:
idleness, mancy & the Dawn
instead of getting down to
the super-real work of
transmuting the Earth with love of it
by the Fire prepared from the time of Onn!
No matter, I'm recovering
from a decade of poisons
I renounce all narcotic
& pharmacopoeic disciplines
as too heavy 9-5 type sorrows
Instead I see America
as one vast palinode
that reverses itself completely until
Gitchi Manito actually returns
as prophet of a new Iroquois Brotherhood -
this needs further devopment - 
I foresee a couple of 
essential changes:
a break-out generation 
of poet-kings setting up
The Realm Apart
of sweet natural play
and light metal work
matter lovingly heightened
by meditation, and spirit
transmuted into matter,
the whole commune conducted by
direct rapid transcription
from a no-past reference
anti-rational, fantastically poetic
violently passive and
romantically prejuduced
Each one his own poet
and poetry the central fact
food & excrement of culture
I see you smiling tolerantly
O liberal lip (another utopian
bites the dust) but no! you just
can't see what I'm reading while
in the act of transcribing it.
I know at least three other
supernatural souls who envision
much the same under different names,
but the nomenclature's not more than
the lucid panorama I telescope
as, on this summer night's
torpor, it passes from under my eyelid and

grabs you, earth returned
into the middle of Aquarius, one millennium forward.

AG: That's his basic prophecy.

[The Collected Poems of Philip Lamantia will be available this summer, published by the University of California Press. A momentous occasion. This poem will be among them.]

(Allen's reading of this poem of Lamantia's may be heard at approximately twenty-eight-and-a-half minutes in here)

Marianne Faithfull Reads (& Converses With) Gregory Corso

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Marianne Faithfulland Gregory Corso, together in his last days - January 5, 6 and 7, 2001, in Robbinsdale, Minneapolis (Gregory died ten days later), recorded by Michael Minzer , produced by Michael Minzer, Hal Willner and Marianne Faithfull, and released, in 2006, under the title Lieders, on Minzer's Paris Records. 

Minzer: "This CD consists of recordings that were not included on the (earlier) Gregory Corso Die On Me release"...""Lieders" was a title he (Gregory) suggested for the original album." 

Marianne: "I speak with the voice of Allen Ginsberg" - "I speak in the voice of Allen Ginsberg. You've always.. Yes, yes, yes. Allen always told you you should do this with Hal, now you're doing it, and you're not getting out of it - no way, you little fucker..."

Die on Me
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Lieders opens with random unedited conversation. Gregory to Hal:  "Will you do me a favor? Open this here for me, the whisky, and pour it in here..." - Marianne to Gregory: "I hear you've been gambling a lot, darling" - Gregory: "I love it, I win" - Gregory to Michael: "Take me gambling".  The opening cut (recorded conversation) can be accessed here

Conversation continues - Gregory regales Marianne with tales of Greek mythology [this is from Die On Me"]  - "I love Greek mythology" -  Gregory:  I would be so happy if the Angel (Marianne) would do my poetry..." - Marianne: Well I don't know if you'll like the way I read them" - Gregory: "I like you and you like me, we're similar in a way...  "The goodies remain, the rest of the crap is culled out.."

Marianne reads Gregory's "No arrangement was made" (this one, similarly, from the Die on Me collection - as is "Getting To The Poem" ("I have lived by the grace of Jews and girls...")) 

From Lieders, she (Marianne) reads Nevermore BaltimoreThoughts Concerning Sickness, Many Have FallenConversation in Taos ("The nicest place, I was ever nice at was Fort Bliss.."), New Poem Title Unknown - ("I'm not like him [like Allen], I'm straight"), and The Doubt of Truth ("In the Muse there is no rest home.." - Gregory: "That's right, there ain't no rest home, there's no Old Poets Rest Home.." - Marianne ruefully agrees).







Friday's Weekly Round-Up - 132

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[Allen Ginsberg's very last photograph (1997), taken from his loft at 404 East 14th Street, New York City (and featured in the show 404 East 14, currently on exhibit at the Tibor de Nagy Gallery, New York)] 


[Composite view of the bookshelves in Allen's loft - Photograph c. The Estate of Allen Ginsberg (for a large composite panoramic view of the loft see here)] 



















[Allen Ginsberg - pencil drawing, by his upstairs neighbor Larry Rivers (another inhabitant of 404 East 14th - and likewise featured in the current Tibor de Nagy show)]


404 East 14th Street, Allen's last address, his loft, features in a lively exhibition curated by Tom Burckhardt, and on view these summer months at theTibor de Nagy Gallery in New York, through until August 2nd

In case you missed it, here's footage of him showing off the place (freshly bought and, sadly, scarcely to be inhabited - by him) to the late Taylor Mead

Jean Jacques Lebel's Beat extravaganza continues in Metz. Here's Frank Browning's report in The Huffington Post - Here's another brief video preview (featuring a fleeting appearance by Allen)

We'll be looking at Allen's relation with Artaudin the coming weeks - here's an early primer.

Last week'sCity Lights 60th anniversary celebrations went well, we're pleased to report 

and last week's Snapshot Poetics Now - Queer Encounters with Allen Ginsberg
Tirza Latimer has this report

Gay Pride Weekend coming up this weekend, June 29-30. More about that tomorrow



Gay Pride Weekend

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[Peter Orlovsky & Allen Ginsberg, 1963 - photograph by Richard Avedon c. The Richard Avedon Foundation - "I'm Gay For Ginsberg" t-shirt - Allen Ginsberg with unidentified friend, c.1968  c.The Allen Ginsberg Estate]  

Gay Pride Weekend - We draw your attention, first off, to this important posting here.

Our Gay Pride 2o11 post is here, 2012's posting here

We just had to - once again (in case you didn't know!) remind you of the Whitman-Ginsberg (and onward!) "Gay Succession"!

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[Gavin Arthur aka Chester Alan Arthur III (1901-1972), "who slept with Edward Carpenter who slept with Walt Whitman - who slept with.." - "The Gay Succession"]

Here's Allen (in 1994) on right-wing homophobia:



Here's a scholarly piece by Dagmar Van Engen (of Boston College) - "Howling Masculinity - Queer Social Change in Allen Ginsberg's Poetry" 

Jack Kerouac School Summer Writing Program 2013

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Waldman WTB



The NAROPA SWP (Summer Writing Program) begins today. 

The theme this year is "Symbiosis" - "Symbiosis is our rallying anthem for the summer of 2013, as poets and writers and thinkers and printers and translators and performers make their art with an awareness of the interconnected sym-together-biosis-living of different biological species. By extending the metaphor, we look at the mutualistic relationship of our own imaginations", their web-page boldly declares. 
"The Summer Writing Program is a four-week-long convocation of students, poets, fiction writers, scholars, translators, performance artists, activists, Buddhist teachers, musicians, printers, editors, and others working in small press publishing. Programming includes workshops, lectures, panels, readings, special events, and more". 

For the first week, July 1-7, the focus is on (the) "History, Race and Polis, and "Karma" of the Modernists" - Among the highlights - Jerome Rothenberg on "the shamanic powers of poetry", and Bill Berkson, presenting a lecture on "the family art legacy" ofGertrude Stein 
   
Week two, July 8-14, has been sub-titled "Hellfire, Drought and Brimstone: A New Eco-Poetics" and features, amongst others, Rae Armantrout, Samuel R Delany, and Ron Silliman

Week three, July 15-21,"Kulchur Connections and Beyond" features Victor Hernandez Cruz, C.S.Giscombe, M.NourbeSe Philip, among others

Week four, July 22-28,"A Poetics of Performance, Cooperation and Affinity",Anne Waldman, Thurston Moore, Cecilia Vicuna, Jack Collom, Anne Carson.. 

Spontaneous Poetics - 95 - (Artaud -1)

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[Antonin Artaud (1896-1948)]


AG: Well, there is a precedent for the kind of manic excitement and nervous neurological Ong-ed [sic] prophecy (of Philip Lamantia), and his big inspiration, aside from (Arthur) Rimbaud (who's everybody's big inspiration) was Antonin Artaud- a sort of 20th Century Rimbaud, whose biography you can check out - madhouses and shock and heroin and France.. He was a movie-actor, a theatre man, but most (of all) an extraordinary poet, and an extraordinary...

Student: Allen

AG: Yes?

Student: There's a very fine movie that's showing at the University...where he does some very good acting in "The Passion of Joan of Arc"




AG: Joan of Arc, yes. He's a movie-actor. His biography..  You can look it up in the book (or, as (Jack) Kerouac said, "You can look it up in the book, if the right words are important" - or if the right facts are important). What I want to zero in on (today) is.. he's the author of a type of poetry which has influenced all American poetry - and French, subsequently - that is to say, an ear-splitting hysterical breath-phrase-screech prophetic style, in which each line is absolutely one solid penetrating breath. Each line moves forward like an hysteric in a madhouse, breathing deep, and then letting out a curse, or a cry, or an exhortation. I get a lot of my (own) style from Artaud ((allbeit) much watered-down). Lamantia (too) gets the style that you just heard, that you just got that little shiver of excitement, from Artaud. So I'll read a little from Artaud, I'll read a little of a.. no, I'll read a long-ish poem of Artaud...which I'm not actually..

[editorial/transcriber's note (regarding the initial copy of this tape - "here (at this point), the quality of the original audiotape further deteriorates"]

AG: ...(which is) maybe a little long to get through. I haven't done this too often. I'll read a fragment of it, or in and out of it. He was in the bughouse, and  he conceived that the natural state of man is free from all conditioning, free from papa and mama,, free from birth, free from earth, free from time, male and female, and that.. well, let him explain it himself. What's interesting is that the poetry passes from intelligible vocables to pure sound. He's one of the few poets who mixed straight declamatory excited language with self-originated mantric mouthings..   

[Allen begins reading at length from Artaud's classic 1947 work,"The Indian Culture"] -  

"..And now,/ let me tell you/ all of you,/ you've always made me shit/ Why don't you go fuck/ a prickly pussy/crab lice/of eternity/ Never again will I have anything to do with the ones who swallow the iron stud of life./ One day soon after I lost my mama-tit,/I met up with the ones who swallowed the iron stud of life/ and one of them wrestled me under him,/and god poured me back to it./ (THE BASTARD.)/  So that's how they/yanked papa-mammy/ and the frying fat of je in it /Chri/ out of me, out of the sex/ the center of the great strangulation/which was yanked from this cross..."..."And that's how:/ the great mystery of the Indian Culture/is to bring the world back to zero/always..."/...
"Commentary..."They came, all the bastards,/ after the great dissonance/sounded from top to bottom./ 1] EGG-face/ (whisper this)/ Don't you know /that the state of /EGG/ was the /anti-Artaud/state/ par excellence/ and for poisoning Artaud/ there's nothing/ like whipping up/ a good omlette/in the spaces//targeting in on the/ jelly bulls-eye point/ that Artaud/seeking to make man/ has fled/like a horrible plague/and it is this point/ they put back in him/nothing, I say, like a good stuffed omlette/poison, cyanide, and capers,/ hurled through the air to his zone/ to discombobulate Artaud/ in the anathema of his bones/HANGING FROM THE INNER CADAVER/ and 2) palaouette pulling/ largalalouette cawling/ 3) tuban tititarting /with  the head of the head ogling you/ 4) homunculus frontal/ punch/ from the pinch  whoring you...".... "Artaud/ who knew that there was no mind/ but only body/ which is re-made like the broken dentures of  the gears of a corpse.."... "All true language/ is incomprehensible/ like the click of clacked teeth;/ or the clap (whorehouse)/ of the grinding of the femur (grinding, bloody, fake)/ as the son-in-law is/ From the pain sought from the bone..."....
"Conclusion"/ As for me, uncomplicated/ Antonin Artaud,/ no one can touch me/ when one is only a man/ or/ a god/ I don't believe in father/ in mother/ got no papa-mammy/nature/ mind/or god,/devil/ body/ or being/life/ or nothingness/nothing inside or out/and above all no mouth to mouth being/that sewer drilled with teeth/where man who sucks his substance/ from me/ looks at me all the time/ waiting to get hold of a papa-mammy/and remake an existence/free of me/over and above my corpse/taken/from the void/itself/  and sniffed at/ from time/to time/ I speak/ from above/ time/ as if time/were not fried/were not this dry fry/of all the crumble/of the beginning/setting out once more in their coffins."

I think this may have been written as a.. post/commentary to a series of shock-treatments in Rodez asylum (like), where, in another essay ["Van Gogh, the Man Suicided By Society"] he claims that, because of society, he was "suicided" (or killed, or died), lived in a death state for several hours and then returned from death. So this is his commentary on the experience of returning from death, and so he is, actually, in a sense, speaking above time.  If you want to take that experience as a literal experience (which he did) When taken as a literal experience, it gave him so much hysteric power that he terrified all Paris in the (19)40's, and became a great poet-hero, influencing Roger Blin, an actor, and influencing "Children of Paradise" ("Les Enfants du Paradis"), the movie, and...   

Student: How was that?

AG: Pardon?

Student: How did he influence Les Enfants du Paradis?

AG: He just influenced all the actors (and his main thing was theatre) to get them somehow off their ass (in)to another head - just as a person - everybody saw him on the streets, everybody talked to him, nobody...

Student: This was during the Occupation then? (that) all this was happening?

AG: (19) 44, I think it would have been. [editor's note: Marcel Carne's Les Enfants du Paradis was released in France in 1945, and in the United States (under the title "Children of Paradise") in 1946] 

Student: Allen?

[side one of the tape ends here - to be continued]  


   

(An audio recording of this particular class (Ginsberg on Artaud part one) is available (starting at approximately thirty-one-and-a-half-minutes in, and running through to approximately forty-two-and-three-quarter minutes) -  here)   


Spontaneous Poetics 96 - (Artaud 2)

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[Antonin Artaud - Self Portrait, 24 June, 1947]

AG: I think (thatArtaud had) some influence on Samuel Beckett actually, and an enormous influence, in the (19)40's, on American poetry, in Black Mountain, and on myself, immediately, about 1948, in a mental hospital with Carl Solomon. Carl had a copy in French of this poem ["Here Lies" (Ci-gît)] and introduced (to me), that "Dakantal/dakis tekel/ ta redaba/ ta redabel/ de stra muntils/ o ept anis/ o ept atra.." and it was, like, a very exquisite menacing mantra, penetrating through the babble of the language of the bughouse. Yeah?

Student: What's the name of that poem?


AG: That's "Ci-gît" in French ("Here Lies"), beginning - "I, Antonin Artaud am my son, my father, my mother/ myself/leveler of the imbecile periplum/rooted to the family tree / impaled/the periplus of papa-mammy/and infant/crud from the ass of grandmammy /much more than of pa-and-ma" - Well, of course, I was trying to show some of the origins of Philip Lamantia's rhetorical style. Yeah?


Student: Allen, I don't understand the spiritual sense of mantra, but it feels like this is all body just pouring out -  it gives no chance for, you know, well, "I'm writing a poem about form "...


AG: Yeah


Student: ...or thinking about (form)...


AG: It's all breath. Total solidified breath.


Student: Well, what is some kind of practice that can be done...


AG: To do that?


Student: ...to sort of.. locking yourself in a room and just..


AG: Get hysterical? - I don't know if you can practice this. You've really got to be it. It's not something you can practice on. You can modify it. I mean, you wouldn't want to be Artaud.


Student: Oh God!


AG: There's already been Artaud. You get it out of Lamantia. Just go be a junkie and get pain!  , (No) I'm not answering (you). Let me work into this a little bit.. 


Student: Do you know anything about how he ended up in Mexico with the Indian thing ["Indian Culture"] ?


AG: Began in Mexico. That's an early thing. In the (19)30's he went to.. there's a book called "D'un Voyage au Pays des Tarahumaras"("Journey to the Land of Tarahumaras"). He went on a search both for peyote and to discover the rituals behind peyote and the secrets of the Chihuahua Indians, Tarahumara Indians. The text was translated and published in English, in Transition magazine in 1942, ('42 to '43), and it was one of the earliest psychedelic texts available, turning people on to possibilities of that. He got paranoid and thought that the Indians were holding a secret from him because they wouldn't let him go up on the mountain with them to search for the peyote, and I think that it turned him on and he got scared. The general theory was that it was primeval or original culture, the original human consciousness rejecting modern consciousness, and he felt that he was embodying moderm consciousness, which he didn't want. He wanted to get into the primeval, and he felt that he was sent to some kind of limbo hell by the Tarahumara, because they wouldn't accept him. It's, like a typical white-punks-on-dope attitude, getting down in the jungle... But he wrote this really brilliant story of his voyage. You've read that, I guess? It's available, I think, recently translated again, and published by Harper [editor's note, published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, actually]  in the last twelve months, a new excellent translation of "Journey to the Land of Tarahumaras", one of the earliest psychedelic adventure stories. Yeah? 


Student:  I have a translation of a section of it here


AG: That's probably a chapter, translated by a lady, who used to be Kerouac's girlfriend, oddly, back in 1957, Helen.. I've forgotten.. Hsomething.. the girl who translated that was Kerouac's girlfriend and was also one of the people who formed a defense committee forLenny Bruce in 1963. It's a funny interconnected culture. I can't remember her name. Can you remember? Do you have any idea? - Helen (Weaver).


Well, what I was trying to do was correlate (Philip) Lamantia's style, and, I don't know if you could tell, some of my own style in "America", or, say, "Death to Van Gogh's Ear". The  poem "Death to Van Gogh's Ear" in Kaddish is predicated on that style, on this Artaud style, as I understood it from a really great essay by Artaud called "Van Gogh, the Man Suicided by Society" ("Van Gogh ou le suicide de la société"), which is one of the first really intelligent perceptive attacks on the whole cabal of psychiatrists and psychoanalysts that were driving everybody mad, he thought, in interpreting erratic behavior,
or unusual inspired behavior, as schizophrenia or paranoia, rather than a break-out of mass-brainwash Western culture. So his was, like, a total assault on culture. That phrase of Ed Sanders - "total assault on culture"- is, I guess, maybe even derived from Artaud (do you know that phrase?, "total assault on culture"? - a 'Sixties battle-cry slogan). So Artaud was, like, the man whose mind-knife cut through most (of the) entire facade of rationality in Western culture - but, from the point of view of poetics, he evolved this fantastic breath-line, a line where there's an arrangement of speech, where each breath, each line, literally, is one emission of breath into the air, into the world, where each line is intended to have the intensity of a mantra, cutting through material planes of consciousness. It is said that his voice, as voice, has that quality (there is a tape made by Radiodiffusion Francaise, French radio of that time, of him performing another text, which is maybe his greatest, called "Pour en finir avec le jugement de dieu" ("To be Done with the Judgement of God"), a total declaration of independence from all solidified forms of consciousness).

Student: Is that in that anthology?


AG: I don't think it's in here. Let's see... No, I don't think it is. It was originally published, the Van Gogh essay, "Van Gogh, the Man Suicided by Society", was originally published in an odd little literary magazine in the (19)40's, and then reprinted. "To be Done with the Judgement of God" - I don't know where that is. Does anybody know that text? Pour en finir avec le jugement de dieu? - Well, let's see..  


Student: Didn't you cover that at Naropa a couple of years ago?


AG: I don't think I got to that, no.


Student: You mentioned it


AG: Yeah, I mentioned it. I have it (at) home somewhere, in French (and I think there's an English translation)..I know there's a translation that exists by Jack Hirschman, who did most of this Antonin Artaud anthology for City Lights books in (19)68, or so [editor's note, ably assisted by David Rattray] - It's.. I'd say.. hysteric (I don't mean to insult it, but it's hysteric in the sense of.. a penetrant single-pointed minded shrill vocalization of terror, confronting apparently solidified material reality, which, he feels, is absolutely illusory and a by-product of CIA-capitalist cabalist conspiracy.


But, as I said, it's said that his voice did have a bone-penetrating power. Carl Solomon claims that he was in Paris in the early (19)40's as a merchant seaman on a day when Artaud held a poetry reading, a very celebrated poetry reading in a storefront, to which (Jean-Louis) Barrault and  Roger Blin (and others) went, and he said that he heard him pronouncing some lines from this, (the) "..Judgement of God", and that it caused a shiver in his body, and, (that) when he got back to America, Solomon put himself in the madhouse, on account of that voice. (It) cut through the appearance of reality and shook his sense of reference. Artaud has a theory, (in, I think, "The Theater and Its Double", or else in the Van Gogh essay), which I always dug, which said that there were some sounds which, by the peculiar quality of their vibration, when they enter your nervous system, rearrange the molecules. In other words, certain sound vibrations entering the human body actually rearrange the molecules of the nerves. So he was seeing in poetry that much power.


Student: It seems (that) the oldest (cultural) traditions (were always) aware of that..


AG: Yeah


Student: It's just been lost in modern society..


AG: I think Artaud was the one who, among modern poets, rediscovered that as a concept,say, as a basic approach.  (Well, so) you can see (now) his relation to (Philip) Lamantia, but the question remains - How can we use that? I think it's, first, in the basic consciousness of the breath as a weapon in a sense, or the breath as an entity, and that each line, writing the breath, can be, like, a separate object thrown out into the world-consciousness (and there's, in Artaud, a basic realization that each breath vocalized (or vocalized even with non-sense) is a little solid object that has the ultimate power to alter the universe - sort of like maybe an hysteric, magical, interpretation of the calmer (more gentle) beginner's theory of  mantra in Buddhism - It's probably a perversion of essentially Buddhist ideas, or Oriental ideas - and, in fact, there's a very funny text in here, called "The Letter to the Dalai Lama" ("Adresse au Dalai-Lama"), Address to the Dalai Lama. I'm going to read that). 

So this is French Surrealist poetry in, the, I imagine, late (19)20's, sending a message to... 
He wrote two letters at this time - one to the Pope, calling the Pope a dog (there's one  -addressed to the Pope, which, when published for the first time in English in Big Table magazine in (19)59, caused Allen Tate and a whole raft of poets to refuse to contribute to the magazine any longer - It was the first time that anybody (had) called the Pope a shit-faced dog in public, I mean, let loose on the Pope, totally let loose on the Pope, from the point of one who (himself) conceived of being a shit (which is, again,  a sort of an odd inversion of Buddhist theory or Buddhism)) - [Allen proceeds to read Artaud's "Address to the Dalai Lama"- "We are your most faithful servants, O Grand Lama, give us grace/ us with your illuminations in a language which our contaminated European/ minds can understand..."..We are surrounded by bellowing popes, poetasters, critics, dogs, our/ Mind is gone to the dogs who/ think directly in terms of/ the earth, who think incorrigibly in terms of the present.".."With the inward eye I contemplate you, O Pope on the/inward summit. It is inwardly that I am like you: I, dust, idea, lip, levitation,/ dream, cry, renunciation of idea, suspended among all the forms and/ hoping for nothing but the wind"] - Actually, that's pretty good French poetry. It's Surrealism and spiritual search taken totally seriously. And this spirit actually did somewhat invade America during the (19)50's and the (19)60's. It caused a lot of death and freak-outs, and probably precisely the style or approach that Trungpa is constantly denouncing as being more garbage, actually.

But there's an intuitive intelligence in Artaud that I like, because it just almost approximates some kind of prajna, and it does have a funny Western Manichean version of sunyata (or (the) notion of emptiness, or hollowness) implicit in it. But it's very Western, in the sense that it's a total put-down of the body. Rather than seeing the transparency or emptiness of the body and the irrelevance of it, it's mad at the body, and it's mad at shit,  and its basic reference-point is to earth and world and body as shit (which is pretty Western, actually - but, from that point of view, he took it to its extreme, as poet, with a lot more courage than any poet of his time did, and in the course of that, because he had to vocalize his anguish and pain, (he) evolved a poetry which is extraordinarily usable, in another way, by ourselves). How you would get to it? (is) I guess you have to throw yourself into taking your temporary ideas very seriously, and investing in them completely - sort of being your idea and the vocalizing of it, in the moment, or as poet actually.. -  if you're a poet and pronouncing your poems - actually throwing yourself into them, like, give it all you've got, like a great actor, (even if you don't believe it), immolate yourself in the idea of what you're saying, and pronouncing it as if it were totally real - and it gives.. it actually is very convincing, on a hallucinatory level, somewhat. (Of course, if you were facing a band of experienced Buddhists, all just breathing through their noses, you might not change any molecules, but if you did have timid and unsure people, it might make them guilty enough to join a nunnery...) 

Student: Or (if you were addressing) anyone else who believes in the same (things) as you do.


AG: Yes


Student: In his case....


AG: In Artaud's case?


Student: ... it seems to have increased his (anxiety)



AG: Yeah, it did somewhat increase.. except that his exemplary quality is absolute conviction and intensity with which he approaches the task of being a poet and the idea of poet as a prophet, as someone who could penetrate through mayaand earth and actually come up as deliverer in the consciousness. Much of the ideas, or the general idea of a new consciousness, or of a reclamation of an ancient consciousness, or the transcendence into a new historical awareness that was current in American poetry, comes directly out of Artaud. Artaud -  and Jean Genet somewhat too (Genet, through accepting the worst image of evil as his own - being a murderer, thief, pimp and fink - and trying to find a new consciousness by accepting himself  becoming a total fink - Like, he thought, maybe, through the lowliest, to arrive at a new vision - And all that, of course, (goes) back to (Arthur) Rimbaud's attempt to become a seer, by means of a "long reasoned derangement of the senses" - a long rational derangement of all the senses ("dérèglement de tous les sens"), by means of experimenting with dissociation, arriving at a plane of consciousness unconditioned by mama-papa (or papa-mama). And, actually, that's not very far from Buddhist practice, because, by paying attention, insamatha meditation, (to) the breath, what you're doing is interrupting the mechanical chain of tradition, or logical association and mind-reverie, to which you're accustomed to doing your business in, in the world in which we're accustomed to doing our everyday business, and emptying out the mind, or making those chains of flashing images more transparent, until they become less obsessive and less solidified, until they attain a state of transparency, whereat you no longer need (to) act on them. Or having, let's say, an image of sexual ecstasy, and then running it through your mind over and over, sitting ten hours a day for thirty days, until, you know, you're tired of it, actually (which is what (William) Burroughs does, actually, in Naked Lunch and the "Blue Movie" (section) - (in which) he takes his basic obsessional sexual themes - that is involuntary orgasm through hanging (which always preoccupied him) - and runs it through as a "Blue Movie" - scene after scene in different combinations - until, at the end, all he can... ..the last act is the actors coming out with the ropes around their neck(s) and (a) little sperm dripping from the(ir) lips, and a tired, fatigued, expression, totally bored, taking a bow. (That's the "Blue Movie" section of Naked Lunch).


So that's (Antonin) Artaud and (Philip) Lamantia and (Allen) Ginsberg at a certain point. The poem of mine that I suggest to check out is the one that begins "Poet is priest", which  - is "Death to Van Gogh's Ear" - the title of which was taken from Artaud's phrase - And what was crazy about Van Gogh? He only cut off one ear or something like that. He only cut off one ear when he was insulted by a whore - that wasn't so crazy! - He only cut off one ear when there are monsters running around all over the joint setting off atom bombs. All he did was cut off an ear. So I had the title, "Death to Van Gogh's Ear". 


(Audio for this class (Ginsberg on Artaud - 2)  may be located here, approximately forty-two-and-three-quarter minutes in to just under sixty-five minutes in )... 

July The Fourth

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AMERICA

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. 

America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
from Russia.

I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.

Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic.

America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they're all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don're really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.


Berkeley, January 17, 1956

Friday Weekly Round-Up - 133

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The Allen Ginsberg Festival kicks off next Thursday in San Francisco with a literary tour of North Beach by Allen's biographer (and bibliographer) Bill Morgan. On Thursday night at the Contemporary Jewish Museum, you can learn more, as Bill is the guest in a conversation with poet, David Meltzer. Gravity Goldberg will be on hand to moderate the discussion. For the schedule for the following three days, seehere. 

Meanwhile, earlier (tomorrow in fact!), in England - in Canterbury  (as part of the three-day Brainchild Festival) , the Poejazzicollaborative will be "working on a re-imagining of Allen Ginsberg's badass classic", (they're naming it "Howl 2.0"). For more information on that particular project, see here 


Allen-on-video - We've noted, some weeks back, the DVD re-release of Jerry Aronson's essential document, The Life and Times of Allen Ginsberg. Matt Hinrichs provides a detailed review of it here.   

And we'd second Gary Dretzka's assessment in Movie City News (here - but you'll need to scroll down) - "It's a terrific film about a man many of us think we know everything about, but don't". 

More Ginsberg Beat Memories- not sure if we ran this review (from the local paper, the San Francisco Examiner)

And finally, this news release (from Israel): 
"A nearly forgotten translation of a play by Beat writer Allen Ginsberg - "Kaddish," in a translation by poet David Avidan - is to be published by Dahak (publishers). Ginsberg's poem of the same name, which was published in 1961 and translated ingto Hebrew by Natan Zach, is better known. The play is to be distributed in August to independent bookstores only, but will be available at the Little Prince Bookstore in Tel Aviv beginning next week Ginsberg adapted his poem into a play, which was first staged at the Brooklyn Academy of Music in 1971. Avidan's translation was published in 1976 in the Hebrew journal "Prosa". The translated play was put on at Habima Theater that same year." 

More Vintage Corso

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More Vintage Gregory Corso (culled from Michael Minzer/Hal Willner's two Corso recordings - Die On Me and Lieders) - (We've already featured Marianne Faithfull, in collaboration with Gregorya week or so back).

Here's Gregory and Allen (and Peter) and Studs Terkel, in January of 1959, in Chicago, on The "Studs Terkel Show".

Studs Terkel : [in media res] ... no, no, but you couldn't see..

GC: I want to see Al Capone's old heritage. I really dig him, you know. I pay homage to him. I mean..

ST:  Once upon a time there was an evangelist here named Gypsy Smithwho sought to save Chicago by parading down Chicago's red light district years ago...

GC: Oh but nothing like that, nothing ostentatious like that, no.

AG: Naked?  

ST: ...who would parade down naked? No, but, on the subject of nakedness, we'll come to that as we go along - let's dig further. Allen started, but let Gregory.. and Peter..

GC: Ask me a question, see how I answer, don't make me embarrassed, just ask me a question..

ST: Alright, the question of what is your outlook, what is your philosophy? - do you feel defeated?, coming to the matter of.. getting to the label of.. "Beat" itself.

GC: Oh no, no, no, I so far have reached God, I think, and I'm going to go beyond it now. So there's no defeat in that. I stand like Alexander (or) Tamburlaine

ST: What's there beyond God?

GC: Ah, that's it! - and I'm gonna find it.

ST: You wanna find it?

GC: Yes. I'm gonna have it.

ST:  but what, what..?

GC: ..and it's "Hair"! - I just wrote the poem, "Hair".  You wanna hear "Hair"?

AG: Why don't we hear poetry?

GC: Poetry, that's the thing

ST: Alright. I know you've got some poems for the occasion. (So), Gregory Corso. who wrote Gasoline and Other Poems, will now read "Hair".

AG: In the cadence of his style [laughter] 

Gregory reads (in its entirety) his poem,  "Hair" - "My beautiful hair is dead/ Now I'm the rawhead..."..."Veronica Lake  Truman Capote Ish Kabibble Harpo Marx  Messiahs Pagininis/ Bohemians  Hawaiians  poodles" - 

ST: I suppose you imagine that..Yul Brynner's a pretty fortunate man

GC: I  actually was gonna say "Yul Brynner's Lament", but I think he's ephemeral, short-lived..

ST: I see

 GC:  ...so I just called it "Hair". Hair will always remain.

ST: What would you say then. You'd say then that the outlook of the poem is "things are rough all over".

GC: No, I think that things are so beautiful and I do have lovely hair, I'm not complaining (about any soul) because I'm not bald, right?

AG: He's not bald

GC:   ...and I do have nice hair, no no, in a sense, right..  no, so therefore, this is the whole thing that you're trying to get at, almost, with "the Beat Generation"..

ST: This would not be the Dylan Thomas school of poetry..

GC: No!  Oh God...

AG: Actually, it's more like Dylan Thomas than you...,

GC: What

AG: It's more like Dylan Thomas than you would think.

ST: Well, go ahead Allen.

AG: Well think of all the mad images in that, that's like Dylan Thomas - "I see the angels washing their oceans of hair" is something that Thomas would have..smiled at.

ST: Yeah, but he might say it a bit differently, though

GC: No, but I see the connection with him about "Beat", Allen -  getting as a subject - that this has nothing to do with social standings at all, but a young person who was in the society,  talking about what? hair? fried shoes? anything that is beautiful and free.

ST: Question, question. Anybody can answer it. Do you believe you represent the young generation of poets today?

GC & AG : No, no, no, no, we're pariahs!  














And here's Gregory and Allen in 1994 in Santa Monica, California on KCRW on the Liza Richardson show  
  
Liza Richardson: Is there a new young, very young poet that you've met recently?

GC: Oh we made this so cute. He, of course, Allen..being..so loving young boys and all that, would say yeah - but then again no. 

AG: My taste has always been pretty good,

GC: Well it was with Jonathan [sic], yeah.

AG: With you, I ran into you and thought of you as a poet.

GC: Yeah - but you didn't see me as I had the poetry there.

AG: No, I didn't say I made you, I said that I recognized that you were a poet. She's asking if there's anyone I dig as a young poet. Actually, there's another young poet now, eighteen years old, I ran into at Naropa, who blew my mind he was so good

LR: Oh what was his name?

AG:Geoffrey Manaugh - M-A-N-A-U-G-H - very self-possessed, cute, amazing mind, and he's got some poems that blew my mind when I read them in a little pamphlet.

GC (to AG) : Were you after his ass?

AG: No

GC: Well, when I met you, you were looking at me, because I was a handsome young wop out of prison, you wanted my ass, you didn't know I had the poetry

AG: No, I knew you had poetry before...

GC: No you didn't. You had me at the bar, the dyke bar, the Pony Stable.

AG: And you showed me a poem, which said..

GC: Yes.

AG: ..which began.."The stone world came to me and said life gives you.. flesh..gives you one hour's leave.."

GC: Right.

AG: And that was even before we began discussing anything to do with love or relationships...

GC: That's what I said

AG:  ...so I saw you as poet before I saw you as ass!

GC: But, wait a minute, I didn't come up to you to show you a poem, you came to me

AG: No, I sat down next to you because you were sitting there with a pile of poems in front of you. You were looking at some poems and.. and I came over and said "Are you a poet?"

GC: Alright, now this I ought to know in life. In this case, I want the truth, Allen, I want the truth now Allen.

AG: Yes. Sure.

GC: Were you after my ass?, or were you..

AG: Sure

GC: Aw, man!

A: Why not?

GC: Because it always confused me to say that this guy says that...  that you always say that  I'm a better poet than you

AG: Yes.

GC: And so I'm...

AG: And I'm not after your ass anymore, so I'm as free when I'm saying that

GC: Oh, eh, Allen, my tired old ass!

AG: My tired old dong!

GC:  ...give me a break!..I love you..

AG: But you really were cute when you were twenty years old, I must say. You had a little mop of black hair - (to LR) and he'd just come out of jail and was spunky - and he wrote like an angel - that's what really does it, the spiritual thing 

GC: ..and got (William) Burroughs jealous!  Burroughs had just come out of the jungle withyage, and he loved Allen, man, and he's chopping it with a machete this yage, and he sees me sitting there  - remember that?

AG: Yeah.


Here's (from 1959, with Minzer/Willner updating, soundscaping)  his classic"Bomb" (Gregory looks back on his young self at the end of this recording)



Here's "Army" (a live recording - the tape picks up Gregory in media res)

.... (a) good thing I can pronounce it correctly So bear with me, it'll all be spontaneous on the pronunciation...  This is called "Army". I've never been in the army, but when I was in Paris I saw all the boys who were on a G.I. bill and heard all their stories and see how thy have changed by going through that regimentation, and I think I went with tears into my room writing this, never participating [audience laughter] - Yeah, that's almost laughable, isn't it, damn it, it's all laughable, huh? - It's called "Army"..oh, what they didn't tell me, what I saw at West Point, there's a gigantic statue of (General) Patton, and here you have all these young angels going to school, (and) you have this big statue of this man with two guns on his side, and that impressed me very much. I never forgot about that statue. So I think I pick very much on this man - but with love, with love - it's all necessary - "Thrice, I've seen the two-gunned ghost of Patton/ waxing wars in the back room..." 
    
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and one more (with the Minzer/Willner overlay) from the same year,  "Ode to Coit Tower" (from a Library of Congress recording) 




Spontaneous Poetics - 97 (Gregory Corso)

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[Gregory Corso (1930-2001)] 

July 7 1976 Naropa class (on Spontaneous and Improvised Poetics) continues and concludes

AG: (So), getting back now to the list again, to the litany, or the list, (and) how do you handle that. We were examining yesterday Anne Waldman's lists. A(nother) great list poet is Gregory Corso, whose work we haven't take up (so much), so..

At one period, he (Corso) decided to write poems with single-word titles (a whole series of them) and explore every possible idea-combination within the field, exhaust (that was his word), exhaust, all the possibilities of "Marriage" as a theme, (say), (like Waldman's "Fast Speaking Woman", or.. "Pressure" ("No escape.."), so (as) to make the most impossible and interesting mind-(range) - on "Air", on "Power", (on) "Marriage", "Death", "Bomb" - So I'll read one of the stupider ones (because it's actually brilliant!) - "Hair" - I mean one of the stupider ideas - "Hair" - and then I'll read "Bomb"

 "Hair" - this is.. I guess, would be.. (in) the book was (that) published (as) The Happy Birthday of Death- 1960 (This was, of course, at a time when people were just beginning to grow long hair, culturally, as a custom, so this was his (inspired little) joke on the excitement of that). [Allen reads, in its entirety, Gregory Corso's poem "Hair" - "My beautiful hair is dead/Now I am the rawhead/ O when I look in the mirror/the bald I see is balder still.."..."Veronica Lake  Truman Capote  Ish Kabibble  Messiahs  Paganinis/ Bohemians  Hawaiians  poodles"] - So that's sort of exhausting the subject. If you think of every little stereotyped take that you could think of on hair.

Student: Allen?

AG: Yeah?

Student: Had he actually had his head shaved and..

AG: No, no, no. He was just making fun of the whole... everybody screaming about hair going away, (frantically) pulling each others', wanting the hair to be longer - hair should be short or...

Student: Will he be here (at Naropa) all this summer?

AG: Pardon me?

Student: Will he be...

AG: No, he's in Paris (right now), with a new babe, called Orpheo - Max Corso - in a (condition) which he prophesied in a poem called "Marriage" - How many know that poem? - by Corso - "Marriage"? - How many do not know? [a show of hands] - Well then, we might as well read it, then. It's sort of a standard piece, an old war-horse. But the changes he rings it are quite good, and it came to be an anthology piece, and taught quite a bit, simply because the humor is so recognizable. [Allen then reads, in its entirety, Gregory Corso's poem, "Marriage" - "Should I get married? Should I be good?/Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and Faustus hood?..."... "Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover/so I wait  - bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life"] - The image at the end is fromH.Rider Haggard's "She". So that's a standard funny poem, actually quite beautiful in manipulation of language and manipulation of stereotyped attitudes. (There's a) tremendous humor and sharpness in it.  

Student: What year was that written?

AG: Yeah, Okay, I want to finish (with "Bomb")...

Student: How long is that poem?

AG: It'll take (maybe) five (to) eight minutes. 

"Bomb" is..  (it's) another matter - (it has) the same humor (except the subject is a little more serious, and, actually, here, his natural poetic intelligence totally cuts through to a tone and an attitude towards the atomic bomb that is superior in power to the bomb itself).  (It is) the only poem of its kind in the history of the bomb where the imagination and the clarity of mind has exorcised all of the anxieties and fear connected with "the Bomb" - "Bomb" - by Gregory Corso. How many have read this through? from beginning to end? - and how many have not? [another show of hands] - So this is a good text then for (list poems). It's done [shaped] in the form of a bomb, also. (It was) written in Paris, about 1958. (I was called on as an expert rhythmic-er for a certain section going BOOM BOOM BOOM - (a) Vachel Lindsay-esque section... 

[Allen reads the poem in its entirety, although the tape runs out mid-way through this recitation]. 

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[Photograph found in Honkawa Elementary School in 2013 of the Hiroshima Atom Bomb cloud, believed to have been taken about 30 minutes after detonation from about 1okm (6.2ml) east of the hypocenter]


  
["Bomb" - 2010 animation by Shannon Larratt]


(Audio for this (Ginsberg on Corso) is here approximately sixty-five-and-a-half minutes in and to the end)

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