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Spontaneous Poetics - 110 - Whitman 2

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Whitman continued...

Allen's Spontaneous and Improvised Poetics lecture of July 26 1976 takes up again on August 2  (Allen also refers to his classes that were missed, due to being summoned back to attend to the funeral arrangements for his father, and that were taken over by Philip Whalen and by others in his absence)

AG: (So) Are we done with all of our preliminaries? - okay.. so, today you're to hand in your Blues (assignment(s)) [sic]. So write one now, if you haven't (already), or utter it forth on the page..

(So), we had started with (the) sacred, sacramental, ceremonial, functions of poetry. Philip (Whalen), in the last class [sic], read (so I'm told) a good deal of (Walt) Whitman's prose, and I want to pick up where I left off..with Whitman, and pick up where Philip left off with Whitman, and read two passages of his prose that I always liked, and (that) are always, to use his own word, indicative for me (and then go back and pick up where I left off - remember, I had given a recitation of the organic lights, liver, lungs, eye-balls of "Song of Myself", and (had) concluded it, and then I went on to jump way ahead, fifty years, to Whitman's old age, to see how his afflatus was sustained at a time when he had kidney-stones, gallbladder trouble, tuberculosis, emphysema, diseased heart, rheumatism, gout - a whole universe, a whole cosmos, of disorders, of illnesses, as (poet) Jonathan Williams(has) pointed out...


In Democratic Vistas, there is a paragraph which I have been lifting and quoting for years as a great analysis of what's happened to America - a disillusion paragraph for Whitman. A lot of the afflatus of the prose that Philip was pointing out (has) a certain generalization, and phoniness, about.. some of the early prose, simply because he's making an idea, he's promoting an idea, (a) somewhat egocentric, or egoistic, idea of democracy as being identical with his fantasy, or with his desire. But then there's a later, disillusioned Whitman. So what I'm going to do is talk about (this) disillusioned Whitman (partly in relation to politics, and partly in relation to his own body) and then move on to disillusioned (William) Wordsworth (and put the two of them together again).

[Allen begins reading from Whitman's "Democratic Vistas"] - "Arrived now definitely at an apex for these vistas. - [Democratic Vistas] -  I confess that the promulgation and belief in such a class of institution, a new and greater literatus order, its possibility made certainty, underlies these entire speculations" - and, incidentally, underlies, to some degree, the whole notion of the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics(at Naropa) - "the promulgation and belief in...a new and greater literatus order" (in our case, perhaps, a "literatus order" inspired by beatnik ecstasy and chastened by classic meditation) - Its possibility made certainty underlies these entire speculations. And that the rest, the other parts, as superstructures, are all founded upon it. It really seems to me the condition, not only of our future national and democratic development, but of our perpetuation. In the highly artificial and materialistic bases of modern civilization, with the corresponding arrangements and methods of living, the forced infusion of intellect alone, the depraving influence of riches just as much as poverty, the absence of all high ideals and character, with a long series of tendencies, shapings, which few are strong enough to resist, and which now seem, with steam-engine speed - (or jet-plane rapidity) - to be everywhere turning out the generations of humanity like uniform iron castings, all of which, compared with the feudal ages, we can yet do nothing better than accept, make the best of, and even welcome, on the whole, for their oceanic practical grandeur and their restless wholesale, the kneading of the masses - (K-N-E-A-D-I-N-G -"their restless wholesale kneading of the masses") - I say all of this tremendous and dominant play of solely materialistic bearings upon current life in the United States, with the results as already seen, the cumulating and reaching far into the future, that they must either be confronted and met by at least an equally subtle and tremendous force infusion for purposes of spiritualization, for the pure conscience, for genuine aesthetics, and for absolute and primal manliness and womanliness, or else our modern civilization, with all its improvements, is in vain, and we are on road to a destiny, a status, equivalent in its real world to that of the fabled damned." - (That's one of the great Whitmanic phrases on America - "The fabled damned" of nations - which is something that has actually come true!)



So what "force infusion of spiritualization" or "for absolute and primal manliness and womanliness" is he recommending? In the 1876 "Preface" to Leaves of Grass, there are a couple of statements that I have never seen emphasized very much, but which I have been isolating and emphasizing myself a lot (and used as a Preface to The Fall of America) - the "fabled damned of nations" phrase. What was his prescription for America in order to make American democracy work? (I'm still talking in terms of the poet as theAboriginal songman, leading the whole society on this migration cycle - in this case, a spiritual migration cycle rather than a geographic migration cycle - Whitman here performing the role of.. what? - national prophet? (which he finally was - that was a status that was later given him, whether in joke, earnest, or provisionally, to see what happened) - In any case, he did finally get to have that role of prophet-poet, or social prophet, and is accepted as such, around the world, in that guise. Like, in Russia, Whitman is read as, "Yes, your national spokesman" (but a "spokesman", in the sense of  "What oft was thought but ne'er so well expressed", obviously), the one who would speak for the individual heart in America. And, since America was supposed to be the land of individuals, therefore the man who spoke for the individual heart was the prophet (like (Henry) Thoreau or (Ralph Waldo) Emerson, who said that, in the universe, the individual was a space or state vaster and more real than any idea of government ) 

[Audio for the above may be found here, starting at the beginning, through for the first nine   minutes]        

Spontaneous Poetics - 111 - Whitman 3

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[Walt Whitman's house in Camden, New Jersey (originally Mickle Street, now Dr. Martin Luther King Boulevard), is now maintained and open to the public, and operates as a museum ] 


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[Walt Whitman - Photographed in his home in Camden, 1891, by Samuel Murray]
AG: You had your hand raised?

Student: Was he popular in his life, Walt Whitman?  Was he respected as a a..

AG: Yeah, somewhat. He was somewhat popular and respected. Once in a while, he'd go out and travel forth to Kansas, I think, by train, and write little poems and give little poetry readings to the Chamber of Commerce. I remember I went to Camden, two years ago, where he lived, to give a reading at Rutgers (University) and I was asked to go give a reading on the steps of a school-house that was going to be demolished for urban reconstruction, which the local people objected to, and so I read on that schoolhouse's steps the very same poem that Whitman had read on that schoolhouse's steps when he dedicated the school. So in Camden he was locally known. He was the good grey bard who would be called out to read on the steps of the new school a dedicatory poem.

Student: (And in) Camden (today) there's a  Walt Whitman bridge too.

AG: No, but he was asking about in his time.

Student: Yeah.

AG: Of course there's a Walt Whitman bridge in Camden. That was proposed many years ago, (I'd say about twenty years ago), but then someone in New York objected because Whitman was a homosexual and they thought it was a bad idea to have a Walt Whitman bridge. So it wound up that the bridge that was going to be named after him got named after another fairy, Joyce Kilmer! (because Kilmer was more closet - but then it was scandalous to discover that Kilmer was also a faggot! - You know, Kilmer was the one -"I think I will never see/ a poem lovely as a tree" -  so he got the bridge named after him..)

Student: He was a war hero, Allen.

AG: Yeah.

Student: In the First World War.

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[Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918), Columbia University Yearbook photo c.1908]

AG: Right. He had military closet(ed). So, out of the closet! Democracy out of the closet! (which is Whitman's theme as a prophet) - [Allen then quotes Whitman - "Of the whole, Poems and Prose (not attending at all to chronological oder, and with the original dates and passing allusions in the heat and impression of the hour, left shuffled in, and indisturb'd), the chants of Leaves of Grass, my former Volume, yet serve as the indispensible deep soil, or basis, out of which, and out of which only, could come the roots and stems more definitely indicated by these later pages (While that Volume radiates Physiology alone, the present One, though of the like origin in the main, more palpably doubtless shows the Pathology which was pretty sure to come in time from the other" - Then he has a big, long footnote, which is a really remarkable statement, in which he says - "Then I meant Leaves of Grass, as published, to be a Poem of (Average) Identity, (of Yours, whoever you are, now reading these lines)....".."A man is not (present) as victor in war, nor inventor or explorer, nor even in science, or in his intellectual or artistic capacity, or exemplar in some vast benevolence.."..."Something more..".."To sing the song of that (law of average Identity), and of Yourself, consistently with the Divine Law of the (Universe), is (the) main intention of these Leaves" - So he's made explanations. It's all supposed to be about you or us or our own nature. But then he makes a really remarkable divagation - "Something more may be added - for, while I am about it, I would make a full confession, I also sent out Leaves of Grass to arouse and set flowing in men's and women's hearts, young and old, endless streams of living, pulsating love and friendship, directly from them to myself, now and ever. To this terrible, irrepressible yearning, (surely, more or less down underneath in most human souls), this never-satisfied appetite for sympathy, this boundless offering of sympathy, this universal democratic comradeship, this old, eternal, yet ever-new interchange of adhesiveness, so fitly emblematic of America, I have given in that book, undisguisedly, declaredly, the openest expression....

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[Walt Whitman  (1819-1892), circa 1850, in his early 'thirties]

"Besides, as important as they are in my purpose as emotional expressions for humanity, the special meaning ofthe Calamus cluster of Leaves of Grass (and more or less running through the book and cropping out in Drum Taps), mainly resides in its Political significance. In my opinion, it is by a fervent, accepted development of Comradeship, the beautiful and sane affection of man for man, latent in all the young fellows, North and South, East and West - it is by this, I say, and by what goes directly and indirectly along with it, that the United States of the future, (I cannot too often repeat), are to be most effectively welded together, intercalated, anneal'd into a Living Union."

That's kind of an interesting proposition. Because, really, that is... huh?

Student: Proposition?

AG: It's a proposition. He's making the same proposition as "Who touches this book touches a man", which is the significance of that statement too.   So he's proposing that.. He says "man for man", so, obviously this is Men's Lib, and Women's Lib is yet to come, though he pays lip-service to Women's Lib occasionally - liberation of love woman-to-woman, as well as woman-to-man and man-to-woman - but his main proposition here is that the affections between men and men, which have been diverted into competitive capitalistic competition, so to speak, have to be altered. He's proposing "adhesiveness" rather than competitiveness, and he's defining it as erotic (or, at least, as emotional, and, in his poetry, often defining it as erotic). He gives quite a few glimpses (including the passage I read of (him) lying down and his friend tongue-ing his bosom and holding him from beard to toe - or the few moments of odd contact in bars, where some soul will stop and glance at him across the bar and sit holding hands with him for over an hour without saying a word). So I'm wondering..  I'm going to move to the end of his life to see how that idealism sustained itself..      

Student: Allen

AG: Yeah

Student: Last night, when you read this long poem ["Song of Myself"], I got the impression that you paid much more than lip-service to, say, the feminist approach. It struck me as an extremely feminist (poem), I suppose, emphasizing (the) feminine aspect of human nature.

AG: Well, he was emphasizing his own feminine nature, certainly, or he's bringing that out.. So, in that sense, sure. But there is in him (as in my own writing probably) somewhat a preoccupation with the male body rather than the female body - and then, occasionally, he'll remind himself that he's leaving out... he's trying to be all-inclusive, or he's trying to proposition the men by proposing an all-inclusive universal affection, but he's really interested in the men. That's why he's got to make it universal, so that men will extend their affection to men as well as women. But then he realizes he's got to extend his affection to women now, as he's asking men to extend their affection to the men. So every once in a while he'll stop and say, "Well, women, too", or "I also sing women", or "I do propose that women and motherhood is the greatest!" 

Student: No, but on a more profound level, (and on a more cosmic or religious level), he's very much aware of the female.

AG: Yes, of course. Yes. Sure. Except, I'm just putting it on a very clear homosexual proposition. He's already cosmic enough, he's already cosmic. I was just trying to make it familiar in terms of our own experience.   

[Audio for the above is available here (starting approximately nine minutes in, through to approximately nineteen minutes in] 

Spontaneous Poetics - 112 - Whitman 4)

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[Walt Whitman in New York, 1887, aged 68, photograph by George C.Cox

AG: (Late Whitman) - "Songs of Parting", now, however...

[Allen begins by reading Whitman's "As the Time Draws Nigh" - "As the time draws nigh glooming a cloud/ A dread beyond of I know not what darkens me/  I shall go forth/I shall traverse the States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how/long/  Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my voice will/suddenly cease./ O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this?/ Must we barely arrive at the beginning of us? - and yet it is enough,/ O soul,/ O soul, we have positively appear'd - that is enough."] - So then he wants to make a great summing-up, so he says in a poem "So Long" (and these are, remember, "Songs of Parting") - [Allen reads - "To conclude, I announce what comes after me./ I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all,/ I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference to/consummations...".... "Camerado, this is no book,/Who touches this touches a man,/ (Is it night? are we here together alone?)/ It is I you hold and who holds you,/ I spring from the pages into your arms - decrease calls me forth..."...."So long!/Remember my words, I may again return,/I love you, I depart from materials,/ I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead."


Student: Allen? - er..  I'm not following...

AG: You got the first edition?

Student: No

AG:  I must have (it then). Okay..

Student: I just wondered if there were two different..

AG: No, I got sort of...  "Enough O deed.." - that's when his friend is kissing him - "Enough O deed impromptu and secret" ("Enough O deed impromptu and secret,/ Enough O gliding present - enough O summed-up Past/ Dear friend whoever you are take this kiss,/ I give it especially to you, do not forget me,/ I feel like one who has done work for the day to retire awhile/I receive now again of my many translations, from my avataras/ ascending, while others doubtless await me,/An unknown sphere, more real than I dreamed, more direct, darts/awakening rays about me...")
Well, in a funny way..  so - "disembodied, triumphant, dead." - well there's a tremendous amount of self-pitying, jack-off, masturbatory, triumph there. So it's a funny, funny, place, that you will identify with very often.

On the other hand, I was thinking (that) what he's done from a certain Buddhist point of view (of the) Yogacara school (is that) he's all through (with) his life (and) he's proposed one identity, one mind (which is, I think, parallel in Buddhism to an early development, Yogacara, which said that there was one existent mind in the universe (and) everybody was a maya-ic appearance of that mind. (It's) a very classical situation that everybody's had, on acid, (or, perhaps, sometime in natural pantheistic reverie or ecstasy). In a sense, what he's done is taken ego and pushed it to the outer limits of the universe. He's identified the entire universe with his self, with his identity, he's affirmed that identity, he's affirmed a supreme identity and he's identified his own self with that supreme identity, and he's carried (it) out through the galaxies and through the changes, and says "Whoever wakes up, it'll always be me" - "I love you, I depart from materials,/ I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead". And, in a sense, that was Whitman's great role to play - to take 19th Century Romanticism to its final extreme, and take it literally, and become the Universe. But then the next step would be the realization that there is no identity at all, or that there is no "one mind". There would be a doctrine of "no-mind" to follow that, or in Buddhist history, that would be pretty much Madhyamaka theory,Nagarjuna..  All the constituents of being are transitory, so there would not even be a final entity, so..

In a sense we could see Whitman as the last final supreme egotist (which is, actually, as he's seen, in a kind of drearier way, by most of the academic philosophers of this century [20th Century], particularly early in the century). Whitman is always put down as a great American creep-crank (actually, like some awful barbarian - (an) awkward embarrassing egotist. And I think D.H.Lawrencelaunched a huge attack, (a) loving attack, on Whitman.. If you ever get a chance to look up Lawrence's essay on Whitman [in Studies InClassic American Literature], it's sort of a very heavy macho attack. He didn't like the femininity in Whitman, but Lawrence was also holding out for an identity, he wanted a more masculine identity with separations and individuations.

I don't know if it occurred either to Lawrence or to Whitman that they didn't exist - as it might occur to a meditator - So, in a way, Whitman took that notion, or that idea, or that emotion, of empathy - sympathy/empathy - and erotic transmission, erotic desire - to the limit. I guess he had to because he was gay, and there was no other way to get satisfaction (except with, maybe Peter Doyle, the street-car-conductor friend). But there seems to have been some inhibition of direct sexual activity, although there have been other... there's some evidence that he did make out with rough boys whom he liked, but formally and officially he didn't, he always denied it.


[Walt Whitman and Peter Doyle]

Okay. So he created a great universe of adhesiveness and he predicated a nation on it, a democracy on it. He said that without that adhesiveness, without an emotional tenderness between men in the United States, there was not going to be any kind of possible survival of democracy, that democracy couldn't survive if the men were fighting. The men had to be in love, the men had to be tender to each other, if there was going to be a democracy (which is a really interesting proposition to lay on Time magazine, because Time magazine takes  just the opposite (position) - or the C.I.A., or, whoever's running the country. The oil industry presumes competition, rivalry, rather than tender adhesiveness.

[Audio for the above is  available here, beginning approximately nineteen minutes in, through to approximately thirty-one-and-a-half minutes in]  

Friday's Weekly Round-Up - 137

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Ginsberg is God Men’s Jumper







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[Beat Merchandizing - Ginsberg is God sweater by Bella Freud  & Typewriter Tee - courtesy recently re-launched Official Ginsberg Merchandise]

Comedy Central's "roasting" of the actor James Franco takes place this month in Los Angeles (and will be aired on that (television) channel on September 2nd. Upcoming Ginsberg mockery?
(Boxer, Mike Tyson, it might be recalled, gave Allen a surprising, and curiously-respectful, name-check in an earlier roasting) 

Ginsberg and cats. We've been wanting to publish this shot forever

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and now we have an excuse - Liz Acosta's erudite article (sic) - "Burberry" as Jack Kerouac?, "Dorothy the cat as Allen Ginsberg?   

Elvis Costellohas some explaining to do (well, he - or rather his Blue Note Records label boss, Don Washave already agreed and explained it, actually!) - cover art for Wise Up Ghost, the upcoming new record.















We've complained here of "The Beat Goes On", tired, lazy cliche's - but how about this as a headline - "Noodles Ginsberg Howled For Return For Second Serving" - (uh?) - The story (non-story) involves the re-opening of an East Village noodle shop (Mee), around the corner from his 12th Street apartment, which Allen would latterly frequent. No fools the real-estate brokers so the Allen connection becomes a marketing op. 

& more depressing NYC real estate news - Mary Help of Christians (also noted on this blog earlier), the church across the street from Allen's 12th Street home, subject of any number of through-the-window shots, is being unceremoniously torn down (scaffolding now up), as we speak, to make way for property developer, Douglas Steiner's..ahem.. "urban development". 

Read, the current inhabitant of Allen's old apartment, Daniel Maurer's observations on the changes here



[Mary Help of Christians Church in New York City, awaiting demolition - Photograph by Greg Masters via E.V.Grieve]


Steven Bollinger here writes of, quite literally, bumping into Allen Ginsberg 

Joao Paulo Ramos had Allen Ginsberg (that's to say, an image of Allen Ginsberg) recently  tattoo-ed on his biceps



"The Howl Onesie" - $20  -  and here's more merchandise (City Lights merchandise) 














El Pais reviews  Diarios indios,  Daniel Ortiz Penate's translation of Indian Journals here 

John Giorno & William Burroughs At Naropa 1976

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Continuing with our treasures from the Naropa Archives. Here's another early (July 1976) reading - John Giorno and William Burroughs (the introductions are not by Allen this time, but by Michael Brownstein). 

The reading is divided into two sections. After Brownstein's introduction, Buddhist-practitioner, Giorno, reads first, reading two colorfully-titled pieces - "Drinking the Blood of Every Woman's Period" and "Shit, Piss, Blood, Puss and Brains" -
Michael Brownstein on John's Buddhist aesthetics: "(that) his poems are not Buddhist, as such, from the outside-in, like an anti-war poem would be, for example, or a love poem, using these things as themes, so much as they are a clear example of energy from Buddhist practice inside-out" 

The Giorno reading begins approximately nine minutes in, "Shit, Piss, Blood" etc, starts approximately thirty-eight minutes in.

The second section, William Burroughs section, begins in media res. He starts off by reading "Tio Mate Smiles", from the novel, The Wild Boys. This is followed (at approximately twenty-six-and-three-quarter minutes in) by "Lexington Narcotics Hospital" (from The Nova Express - "There's an exclusive wing in Lexington reserved for the Do-Rights who are considered good rehabilitation prospects.."). At approximately thirty-two-and-a-quarter minutes in, he announces,  "This piece, published in Harpers, was in answer to the question, "When did you stop wanting to be President?" - "When did I stop wanting to be President? At birth, certainly, and, perhaps before.." -  reads Commissioner of Sewers 

Burroughs concludes with "a little short piece called "From Here to Eternity"" ("..I was there. I saw it..") 

[Audio for the above is now available on the Naropa University Archives web-site here and here]

Spontaneous Poetics - 113 (Whitman - 5)

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[Walt Whitman, pictured in the last few months of his life, 1891, Camden, New Jersey - photograph by Dr William Reeder]


AG: (Whitman) - So what happens when he gets older, then?. now seventy? -  "Sands at Seventy". I read one little thing, but I wanted to get that disillusionment (or, it's not totally disillusionment, it's adjustment) - he's got this idee-fixe, he's got a big solid block of fantasy going, and (he's) developed his entire life, and then, at seventy.." As I sit writing here, sick and grown old/Not least my burden is the dulness of the years, querilities,/ Ungracious gloom, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering/ennui,/May filter in my daily songs" - And then he ended "Queries to My Seventieth Year" - "Approaching, nearing, curious,/ Thou dim, uncertain spectre - bringest thou life or death?/Strength, weakness, blindness, more paralysis and heavier?/ Or placid skies and sun?/Wilt stir the waters yet?/ Or haply cut me short for good? Or leave me here as now/Dull. parrot-like, with crack'd voice harping, screeching?" - He actually sort of acquiesced to the moods of the day and was able to register them as he drifted off.
Here's "Of That Blithe Throat of Thine". He's read, in the National Geographic, or the newspapers, that "more than eighty-three degrees north - about a good day's steaming distance to the Pole by one of our fast oceaners in clear water - Greely, the explorer heard the song of a single snow-bird merrily sounding over the desolation". So, in "Sands at Seventy", he takes off on that - "Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak and bleak,/I'll mind the lesson, solitary bird..."..."Not summer's zones alone - not chants of youth, or south's warm tides alone,/ But held by sluggish floes, pack'd in the northern ice, the cumulus of/ years,/ These with gay heart I also sing" - More comments on his age there, then. So - "The Final Lilt of Songs" -  "To get the final lilt of songs/To penetrate the inmost lore of poets - to know/ the mighty ones,/ Job, Homer, Eschylus, Dante, Shakespeare/, Tennyson, Emerson/ To diagnose the shifting delicate tints of love /and pride and doubt - to truly understand,/ To encompass these, the last keen faculty/ and entrance-price./ Old age, and what it brings from all its past experience."
So, "Sands at Seventy" explores that area. It's not much noticed, the little poems there, but, I would say, worth checking out to see what's going to happen to you - "old age, sickness and death"  - "Thanks in Old Age" - "Thanks in old age - thanks ere I go,/ For health, the midday sun, the impalpable air - for life, mere life,/ For precious ever-lingering memories..."..."As soldier from an ended war return'd - As traveler out of/ myriads to the long procession retrospective,/ Thanks - joyful thanks! - a soldier's traveler's thanks" - 
So that was a little address to you. But then he begins to doubt himself, actually. You get doubt (about) the whole universal dream he had - "Stronger Lessons" - and this begins to get a little bit sounding like the upstairs guru! - "Have you learned lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside/ for you?/ Have you not learn'd great lessons from those who/ rejected you, and braced themselves against/ you? or who treated you with contempt, or/disputed the passage with you?" - that's two lines - well, (so) maybe he was wrong then - "Twilight" - "The soft voluptuous opiate-shades,/ The sun just gone, the eager light dispelled  - (I too/ will soon be gone, dispelled),/ A haze -nirvana - rest and night - oblivion." -  Well, he was willing to leave it there, just sort of drift off, but... "You Lingering Sparse Leaves Of Me" - "You lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs/ And I some well-shorn tree of field or orchard-row/ You tokens diminute and klorn 0 (not now the flush of May, or/ July clover-bloom - no grain of August now:)/You pallid banner-staves - you penants valueless/ You over-/stay'd of time,/ Yet my soul-dearest leaves confirming all the rest,/ The faithfulest- hardiest - last." - So it's a last effort at speech , the last attempts to record what he saw of reality - "An Evening Lull" - "After a week of physical anguish,/ Unrest and pain, and feverish heat,/ Toward the ending day a calm and lull comes on/ Three hours of peace and soothing rest of brain." - Three hours was about the best he could get out of the situation there.
Then, the final poem in "Sands at Seventy" (which is not his last book) - "After The Supper and Talk". It indicates the variability of his temperament there - "After the supper and talk - after the day is done,/ As a friend from friends his final withdrawal prolonging,/ Good-bye and Good-bye with emotional lips repeating...."..."Soon to be lost, for aye, in the darkness - loth, O so loth to depart!/ Garrulous to the very last." 
But then he's still got more going - "Goodbye My Fancy" (which is concluding the Leaves of Grass) - there are still a few poems left. And he's even got a little note, a little Preface to that, saying: "Reader, you must allow a little fun here - for one reason there are too many of the following poemets [sic] about death, etc , and for another, the passing hours (July 5, 1890) are so sunny-fine. And old as I am I feel today almost a part of some frolicsome wave, or for sporting yet like a kid or kitten - probably a streak of physical adjustment and perfection here and now. I believe I have it in me perennially anyway)" 

Okay, so what's he got to say at the very end? - "My 71st Year" - "After surmounting threescore and ten,/With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows/ My parents' death, the vagaries of my life, the many tearing passions of me, the war of '63/ and '4/ As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march, or as haply after battle,/At twilight, hobbling, answering yet to company roll-call, Here, with vital voice, Reporting yet, saluting yet the Officer over all" - Capital "O" - "Officer" - so I guess he's still got some idea that there might be someone in charge. 
And, a little more thought about his own prophecies - "Long Long Hence" - "After a long, long course, hundreds of years, denials,/ Accumulations, rous'd love and joy and thought,/ Hopes, wishes, aspirations, ponderings, victories, myriads of readers/Coating, compassing, covering - after ages' and ages' encrustations/ Then only may these songs reach fruition"
And  (from "Old Age Echoes") - "Sounds of The Winter" - "Sounds of the winter too,/ Sunshine upon the mountains - many a distant strain.."..."An old man's garrulous lips among the rest - Think not we give out yet,/ Forth from these snowy hairs we too keep up the lilt." - So he's willing - It's like he can get passionate about it again.  "As I sit in twilight by the flickering oak-flame,/musing on long-passed war scenes... [Allen concludes  by reading, in its entirety, Whitman's 1891 "A Twilight Song" -  "As I sit in twilight by the flickering oak-flame... "..."Henceforth to be, deep, deep within my heart recording, for many a future year,/Your mystic roll entire of unknown names, or North or South,/ Embalm'd with love in this twilight song."   

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[Audio for the above is available here, beginning approximately thirty-one-and-a-half minutes in and concluding at approximately forty-three-and-a-half minutes in]  

Diane Di Prima's Birthday & Parkinson's Appeal

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Diane Di Prima's 79th birthday today. We draw your attention to our 2011 post -  and Dale Smith's piece in the L.A. Review of Books this past December - also to our post last August 6th announcing, Diane's on-going health crisis. 

Here's an up-date (from fund-raising coordinator) Amber Tamblyn

"If you are one of the many people who donated to the Diane di Prima Fundraiser last year. THANK YOU SO MUCH. We were able to raise over $10,000 for her relief which was incredibly helpful. It's been a long and difficult road for Diane health-wise, in part because she seemed to have several different health problems going on at once, and now we finally know why. Diane has been diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease, a degenerative disease that attacks the nervous system. Diane has expressed to me that opening a new fundraiser here at GiveForward is the best way for her fans to help give back. As she expressed to me in an e-mail, "I'm doing much better. Once I was actually diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease, and treated for it, things calmed down..I am much stronger and I get around better. I could certainly use another fundraiser at this time, though. I am not working (teaching classes, or doing one-on-one tutorials) and I don't think I will be in the foreseeable future. I would like to concentrate on my own writing and getting some books out that are long overdue"" 

"Please once again extend your extraordinary kindness to our favorite feminist national treasure, Diane di Prima", Amber writes, "Spread the word, the love - and the dough!".

We at the Allen Ginsberg Project a hundred and fifty percent support this. The link, once again, at GiveForward, is here

Thinking of you. Birthday Greetings, Diane.
  

Spontaneous Poetics - 114 (Whitman - 6)

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[Carte-de-visit portrait of   Walt Whitman, 1864 via Library of Congress]   

Student: So a lot of this (late Whitman) was influenced by the Civil War, and a lot of his...?

AG: Yeah. I read (to you from) the early Leaves of Grass, but I didn't read "Drum Taps", or the many poems of the Civil War - love poems to soldiers whom he took care of in hospitals. Actually, what I presented was his early universal-love, adhesiveness. identification-with-all, empathy, proposition, and then turned to his old age to see how he fared with that kind of footing, with that kind of psyche. Yes?

Student: Did he read the Bhagavad Gita too?

AG: Yes  he did. Yeah?...

Student: Does this correlate back to the Beatniks after the Korean War, and (Ezra) Pound after World War I? - the whole thing of, like, the first war years (for) Whitman.. for that kind of a search, as (to) where (exactly) we are.. and we had the political thinking, (and the) social (thinking)...

AG: Well the Leaves of Grass (even down to the metaphor of the title) does refer to some sort of "Flower Power", and does propose a kind of "flower power", or would be a kind of Bible for 'Fifties, 'Forties-'Fifties-'Sixties, flower power (including the egotism of flower power within the universal egotism). So I'm making a post-War critique of that thing - of my own behavior, of my own interpretation of Whitman, at the moment. Yeah?

Student: How old was he whenEdward Carpentercame to visit him?

AG: Yeah. I don't know how old he was when Carpenter came, but I guess he was in his fifties or sixties (early sixties)

Student: Carpenter was in his thirties

AG: Twenties or thirties, yeah. He was visited...

Student: Was that as significant relationship for Whitman as it was for Carpenter?

AG: Probably not, no. Because Carpenter was not as great a poet. I read some of Carpenter's poetry here (recently), actually. I read (you) "The Secret of Time and Satan" in the first session this summer (so some of you hold-overs will (already) know (that) Edward Carpenter was a BritishTheosophist who came to visit Whitman, slept with him, and Whitman sent him off to India, actually

Student: (You mentioned) that conversation (you had) withGavin Arthur. Gavin Arthur's sense of that.. his sense of it was (that) Carpenter came to Whitman, and that Whitman, then, when the relationship ended.. the implication was that he was sending him to (the) East as a Whitman representative of (from) the West...

AG: Yeah

Student: So do you think he thought of himself as a (specifically) Western mind?

AG: I don't think he had that division. I don't know, but I don't think he thought of it in those terms. Because that 's a later argument - "the East is the East and the West is the West". The East was probably, at that point, a great mysterious unfolding drama that would be explored and understood later on. I think that was probably their view of it. As it is now being explored and understood, in the sense that the secrets of the East are all supposedly located intantric Tibetan..remote Tibetan..secret teachings of Tibet, and they're all being taught in this building (at Naropa) now! - So that's actually history unrolling in a very clear, intelligent, karmic-ly-charming, form.

Student: Did Whitman ever express the desire to go to the East?

AG: Well, he did in mind..

Student: In "Passage to India"?

AG: Yeah, in "Passage to India".


[Whitman - from hand-written ms "Passage to India", 1870 via Houghton Library, Harvard University

I want to continue on just with his last effusions - his last effusions (some of them, probably, for a critique of his own ego, or critique of his own thought, or philosophy, some, for very sensible comments on poetics). "The Commonplace" - Here's something that will anticipate William Carlos Williams - [Allen then reads Whitman's "The Commonplace" - "The commonplace I sing,/ How cheap is health! how cheap nobility!/ Abstinence, no falsehood, no gluttony, lust,/ The open air I sing, freedom, toleration.."..."..The democratic wisdom underneath, like solid ground for all"]  - which is, I suppose, equivalent in Buddhist terms tovipassana preoccupation - the "solid ground for all" -  Then, a long comment on "The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete" - " - [Allen reads]  "...Sunday - - went.. to church, and the preacher preached a sermon in which he spoke of his "rounded catalogue"... but "only esthetic things" (and) entirely ignored what I name in the following" - "The devilish and the dark, the dying and diseas'd/ The countless (nineteen-twentieths) low and evil, crude and savage,/ The crazed prisoners in jail.. (etc etc)".."..(What is the part the wicked and the loathsome bear within earth's orbic scheme?)".."The barren soil, the evil men, the slag and hideous rot"] - So he had to include that, he had to put that in, as a last note to Leaves of Grass (or one of the last notes) - It's called "The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete".

Then - re-thinking all his previous effort -"Leaves of Grass", or "L of G's Purport" - "L of G's. or Leaves of Grass' Purport" - [Allen reads] - "Not to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils from their formidable masses (even to expose them) /  But add, fuse, complete, extend, and celebrate the immortal and the good"..."Haughty this song, its words and scope,/ To span vast realms of space and time .."..."Today shadowy Death dogs my steps, my seated shape, and has for years/ - draws sometimes close to me as face to face" - Then, 
"The Unexpress'd"("How dare one say it?/After the cycle, poems, singers, plays..."..."(Who knows? the best yet unexpress'd and lacking"). Then, finally, two last notes - "Unseen Buds" ("Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well..".."Billions of billions and trillions of trillions of them waiting..".."Urging slowly, surely forward, forming endless,/And waiting ever more, forever more behind") - and, finally, "Good-bye My Fancy!" - ("Good-bye my Fancy!/ Farewell dear mate, dear love!/I'm going away, I know not where..."..."Good-bye - -and hail! my Fancy") - Well, actually, he did relatively well in dealing with his fancy, throughout his life-time and until the end.

[Audio for the above is available here, at approximately forty-five minutes in, and concluding, approximately fifty-five-and-a-half minutes in]

Spontaneous Poetics - 115 (Wordsworth - 1)

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William Wordsworth, by Benjamin Robert Haydon, 1818 - NPG 3687 - © National Portrait Gallery, London

[William Wordsworth (1770-1850)- chalk drawing by Benjamin Robert Haydon, 1818 - 21 1/2 in. x 16 1/2 in. via National Portrait Gallery]

AG: ...with (William) Wordsworth, we have a funny, odd, different adaptation. Wordsworth  [like (Walt) Whitman] also had a pantheistic vision of the universe. So I'll just present one longish poem of Wordsworth as the equivalent of Leaves of Grass - Wordsworth's younger and visionary (poetry) - 1798 -"Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey On revisiting the Banks of the Wye during A Tour, July 13, 1798"

How many here have read through Wordsworth? - Can you raise your hand? - And how many have not? - Raise your hand [significant show of hands] - Okay, so this is worth doing then, because it's a great classic statement, which, if you've not heard it, is one of the major poems of the 19th Century - if not the (major poem), along with (Percy Bysshe) Shelley's "Ode To The West Wind", maybe, and (John) Keats' "Ode on a Grecian Urn". "Tintern Abbey" is the best statement of that 19th Century ego-ism that Whitman developed.


["The View of Tintern Abbey on the River Wye, Nov. 1, 1799" - Edward Dayes]

[Allen proceeds to read Wordsworth's "Tintern Abbey" in its entirety] - Well, the presentation of pantheistic vision, (or, as they called it in those days, pantheistic) was that phrasing, which is sort of the bravura section in here - "A presence that disturbs me with the joy/Of elevated thoughts, a sense sublime/Of something far more deeply interfused,/ Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns/And the round ocean and the living air,/ And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:/A motion and a spirit, that impels/All thinking things, all objects of all thought,/And rolls through all things..." - It's also a great generalization, because it's so generalized, and, at the same time, precisely accurate to a natural outflow of feelings that we do have in great panoramic vistas. But, oddly, this poem is built on very precise imagistic details at the very beginning, like - "Once again I see/ These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, little lines/Of sportive wood run wild, these pastoral farms/Green to the very door" - I always dug that because "Green to the very door" gives you (I think I've quoted that here before) a complete picture of the life and manners of those people that lived in that environment - that they stepped out of their doors very mindfully (so that the grass was still "green to the very door" - or they weren't tearing it up with heavy boot-straps) - "(S)portive wood run wild..pastoral farms/Green to the very door" - that's one of the best Shakespearean-like fact observations, (or) social fact observations that I've ever seen in poetry.

Philip Whalen: On the other hand, it must have been "green to the very door" because the farms had been enclosed by the landlord and the people had all gone away, and..

AG: No, No, actually, I've been in Wales, at any rate, not far from here, and cultivated farms are still "green to the very door". It's just something that is like an interweaving of mouths and minds and fields for centuries and centuries of awareness. He means it as "mindfully". I was just pointing that out as, despite all the generalization of the poem, a very particular factual observation. 

Well, so remember he said in here - "When these wild ecstasies shall be matured/Into a sober pleasure". So, whatever happened to him in his "sober pleasure"?

[Audio for the above can be heard here, starting at fifty-five-and-three-quarter-minutes in (Allen's reading of "Tintern Abbey" comes at approximately fifty-seven-and-a-quarter minutes in and lasts to sixty-six and a quarter). This section concludes at approximately sixty-eight-and-three-quarter minutes in]

Friday's Weekly Round-Up -138

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Introducing the Holy Litany Project. M.L.Kejara and Akina Rahman Khan hit upon the  interesting idea of perhaps updating Allen's classic "America" for the 21st Century. They're sending out an open call (0n Facebook) for new lines, new strophes - "We will try to emulate Ginsberg's style..and update his work with our burning thoughts (contemporary thoughts) expressed in our own words."..."Issues like the Zimmerman trial, environmentalism, gay marriage, legalization of marijuana, healthcare, information-privacy etc", could, they suggest, "be best communicated by poetry, in the way that Ginsberg voiced his own frustrations (in the '50s) in (the poem) "America"..".."The (new) lines will be added by you in (a) pinned poll. You can add (your) lines in this poll for the rest of the members to comment on." More here.   




Kill Your Darlings, the much-awaited, controversial, Daniel-Radcliffe-as-Allen-Ginsberg John Krokidas movie opens this Fall (18th of October in the United States, on "limited" release) and here (in case you've not come across it already!) is the first teaser/trailer. 

The Poet Speaks - Homage to Allen Ginsberg by Philip Glass and Patti Smith takes place at the Edinburgh Playhouse next Tuesday, as part of theEdinburgh Festival. 
Here's Patti Smith talking about her relationship with Allen (to Barry Didcock of the Scottish Sunday Herald newspaper).

Marjorie Perloff's memoir of Allen, in, literally, a Californian supermarket, we mentioned here.  Here, in an interview for thePoetry Foundation with Curtis Fox, she expands on that, and on Allen's "charm", and on that poem ("A Supermarket In California"

Anne Waldman has a new book out.

Mark Ewart recognizes Allen as a Gemini.

East Village artist, Andres Bella displays, again (following display in the recent Howl Festival), his "For Howl"
(made up "entirely out of cut-up text from (the) poem "Howl""

    or Howl - Cut up text from the 50th Edition of HOWl poem on vinyl - Created For Howl Festival


Last weekend (last Saturday) was the third annual Janine Pommy Vega Poetry Festival in Woodstock (up-state New York) - remembering and much-missing the triumphal spirit of Janine

If you happen to be in San Francisco next Thursday, don't miss Michael Flanagan at the GLBT History Museum - "From Beatniks to Gay Liberation - Allen Ginsberg and Queer San Francisco" (part of that city's on-going Ginsberg-toast).    

Herbert Huncke - American Hipster

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American Hipster: A Life of Herbert Huncke, The Times Square Hustler Who Inspired the Beat Movement

American Hipster - Hilary Holladay's long-awaited biography of the legendary Herbert Huncke - is now out.
Holladay, former director of the Kerouac Center for American Studies at the University of Massachusetts, Lowell (and, in that capacity, long-time co-ordinator of the annual Lowell Celebrates Kerouac celebrations) now teaches at James Madison University in Harrisonburg, Virginia. 
Here she is, discussing the book on WAMU (American University radio) with Allison Quantz, (recorded earlier in the year).

She recently (just last month, in fact) gave a presentation of the book in San Francisco, at The Beat Museum

Here's their pre-view/over-view.

"Hilary Holladay does a magnificent job of documenting Huncke's high-and-low cultural accomplishments..An essential book", writes historian Douglas Brinkley - "The most comprehensive and accessible tome of Herbert Huncke created to date", declares Stephen Bergman - and, Amos Lassen- "an intelligent look at the man and the research is amazing"

Simultaneous with American Hipster is the release (on Tate Swindell's Unrequited Records) of the CD - Guilty of Everything

For an immediate dip into his extraordinary narrative prose, see here

The recently-conceived Huncke Tea Company promises to be an important Huncke source (check out their blog)  

The Allen Ginsberg Project features Huncke (frankly, essential viewing) - here, here and here


[Hilary Holladay in San Francisco (Alley Cat Bookstore), signing copies of American Hipster, July 2013, via Huncke Tea Company]

More Huncke tomorrow (stay tuned!) - transcription of his 1982 workshop given at the Jack Kerouac Conference at Naropa

Herbert Huncke's 1982 Workshop at the Jack Kerouac Conference at Naropa

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["Old-timer & survivor, Herbert E Huncke, Beat Literary Pioneer, early decades thief, who introduced Burroughs, Kerouac & me to floating population hustling & drug scene Times Square 1945. From '48 on, he penned remarkable musings, Collected as autobiographical vignettes, anecdotes & storyteller's tales in the classic The Evening Sun Turned Crimson (Cherry Valley, 1970) and later Guilty of Everything. Here age 78 in basement back-yard, his apartment East 7th Street, near Avenue D, New York, May 18, 1993"]  

Herbert Hunckeweekend continues.

Herbert Huncke's Workshop in 1982 at the Jack Kerouac Conference at Naropa Institute

Audio (from the remarkable Naropa Archives) can be accessed here and here


Student: ...I just know that sometimes If I have to sit down and write about something that I’m imagining..

Huncke:  ..you have trouble. I can believe it, I can believe it.  It’s one of the most difficult ways, I think, in the final summing up, of expressing yourself, because you’re trying.. you want to remember, you’re being influenced, not only by the thing that has attracted you in the first place to that particular scene, or whatever it is that you’re trying to write about, (but)..  You lose the..the atmospheric, you know, the nuances that we’re not aware of, or we’re not so much aware of ..The temperature (for example)? You know, you know what I’m saying?

Student:  You don’t have the advantage of your own responses

Huncke:  That’s right, that’s right, and I believe if.. My belief is to a large extent..,.Now I wish, believe me, that I had Mr Burroughs style, for example. He is just incredible, I think he’s the writer of this century, or certainly one of them and top man at this point - but I can’t do that because I don’t know how really. I haven’t ever disciplined myself sufficiently enough, or I haven’t been able to. Much of my life has been spent just trying to get by, from one day to the next. (just like other people, of course, but..). I was very much at loose ends. 
I didn’t have a home that I could go back to, and that sort of thing.. I had to establish (myself) on my (own).... not that I try to paint a very tender picture of the whole thing but, this was myproblem. And then, of course, along the way there were any number of pitfalls that would sidetrack me also, but, nevertheless, in my heart (or the area we call heart), I have always wanted to carry a bit of that feeling of..   And let other people know, you know, that, it isn’t the end of everything, that it will go on, and that you will, somehow or another, face the crisis and get through it, you know.. and if you catch (on).. Everything that happens to you, I believe, is conducive to what you say eventually, and how, maybe not how well you say it, but, certainly, what you say and what you feel.

Of course, in the final summing up, I think you..  That’s the major...what do I want to say?.. inspiration, so to speak. You want to help other people, you want to awaken other people to the fact that “you’ll get through this” and "let me show you what happened in my case.”  That’s what I started out to do. I haven’t done it very successfully. Not all that, but, at least you… Maybe much of what you’re trying to say willcome out. Do you know what I’m saying? 

Again, to get back to, telling you what to do - I just can't – All I can do is say  “Write whenever you’re able to, in whatever way is comfortable to you, as much as possible - as much as possible”.      Are there any other (questions)?

Student: Do you do a lot of drafts?..Do the drafts…

Huncke: Well, I havedone that, but I found that I got bogged down with material as a result. (again, that’s due to my disorganization, my.. you know, it's…it might work very effectively for you - might, I don’t know, but I.. if.. What I like to do, ideally, is just write the thing (out) completely, at that time, get it out, you know, then maybe.. And not re-read it - (If I’d re-read it, I’d never look at it again!)  So that’s…  It’s got to be tossed away some place..

In the very very beginning when I was just a young boy and trying to say things, I found that if I re-read, I’d tear it up!  Now, I don’t believe in that. I really don’t. I think it’s a very big mistake. I think one, at some time.. No matter, when you’ve said something (and it’s come from inside, in whatever way it comes out), it contains that spark, that little, you know,  desire there. It’s there, you know, and you shouldn’t lose any of it, if possible. You’ll find you get a lot of your material from.. 

Once, everything that I had written and (that) I thought had possibilities suddenly disappeared.. it would just disappear, you know  - I don’t know, I wasn’t ripped-off of that.. (of) other things (yes), it was gone and,  you know. Looking back over it, I, later, (this is shortly after the rip-off happened), you know, I felt so discouraged - that what little I had managed to get together.. – wow! –   
But, you know, it has to balance up somewhere along the line and.. I can’t complain.

Student: Did someone ripped off a bunch of manuscripts from you?

Huncke: Not manuscripts, a bunch of manuscripts, but they were notes and little.. my efforts to express myself poetically at one time (I was still a starry-eyed young man at that point -a mere boy!  - I hadn’t really reached, even fully reached to, what is known as the adolescent  period). So.. it..

Student: So.. but you’d been writing then..when you were a teenager?

Huncke: ...all my life. Sure. Even before that – trying to scratch it down, you know, trying to put it together in such a way. I think everyone..  You’ve all started out more or less like that...It’s been there..the germ, it’s been there, you know, it.. whether it has taken shape or not . It’s..

Student: Have you written poetry? I’ve never seen any of your poetry I don’t think.

Huncke: Well  I think there are a couple of poems  in the…  I’m not at all pleased with the things that I call poetry, you know. I.. Yeah, I have written poetry, or I thought I was writing poetry. Again, I don’t know about that. Didn’t we start out, or didn’t I start out, by saying that I don’t believe there’s a difference between the two, but, yes,, a formalized poem, I did, on several occasions, try to write what might be termed a…

Student: With a typewriter? or did you do it all long-hand?

Huncke:  All long-hand , all long-hand.

Student..    ...trying to get it down.

Huncke: : Well, less so perhaps than typing for me.. I, unfortunately, never really found that .. I suppose I could have made it, if I’d really wanted to, made it, or set myself up, in such a way that I could have learned to type. I didn’t really learn to type and I didn’t think it was that important back then. See, I didn’t know if I was really going to someday be a so-called “writer”, you know. I was just hoping, and I was so busy doing other things, gathering data for the book, you know, that I got side-tracked always and I didn’t stay and discipline myself (but I think the discipline is good – I’m not.. I’m not being critical about it at all, I think it’s great, especially when I....)

Student: I thought you really did it yesterday [Huncke read the previous day at Naropa Institute with William S Burroughs and John Clellon Holmes]. I thought that was very poetic  I was moved somehow in a way that I don’t really understand.. It was down beat..

Huncke:  Well thank you. My stories that are published are usually, or in most instances, they’re the result of one session, one session only. I sat down. I wrote like that. And this was what came out of it.

Student: Do you have a favorite time to write? a time of day or night, or just whenever it hits you?

Huncke: Whenever it hits me (of course, that’s ideally - we’d all like that, but it can’t be done, really, that I know of, unless you’re blessed with a, you know, with an unlimited income, and you can be sure that you don’t have to make a living, that sort of thing, but to just.. you know.. I tried to always.. some of the things that I find.. Well, for example, the “Elsie John” story that I wrote. (that I read yesterday), I had.. you know, I’d kicked the idea around in the back of my mind, and I’d thought, “Well, that would make a good story. I’d like to talk about Elsie John. I’m sure it would be interesting, you know, that sort of thing". But then, I just let it go - but it was there. And, finally, one day, I just sat down, there was a.. (when I say, “one day” - early morning, about three o’clock in the morning - I’d been knocking around.. (this was in New York) ..I’d been knocking around the city, and I was tired, I was, literally, tired, and I really thought that I was going to go to sleep, but I didn’t go to sleep. I sat and wrote from three o’clock till daylight, much after daylight - and this is the result. It hasn’t been changed much. It’s been, you know, condensed a little bit.  And I went back over it before I.. I think I showed that story toAllen (Ginsberg)  the first time I showed it to anyone, and he liked it, you know, he was encouraging and that’s the way I was. It was just like that.So I don’t know, (I  thought), if he likes it, perhaps. (So) that was it . But that's….  Any time, you know,  five o’clock in the afternoon...

Student: How long between the incident and when you wrote it down?

Huncke : Oh, quite a number of years in this (case)..  You know...I think that’s explained at the beginning of the story.. maybe not . You know it (all) happened, of course, when I was just a boy. I was, I think, roughly around fifteen when all of that happened. I met Elsie John. You can imagine how it impressed me. I can still, you know, see him so vividly, and remember the tone of voice (I wish I could have captured that, because it would have filled in so much). The strange little accent was there, the flashing blue eyes, the smile, you know. He was obviously a person that had experienced a great deal, and this was all new to me. And also, he was connected to an aspect of life that had always intrigued me. My dream as a young boy (was) either to be.. well, this was after the cowboy-and-indian routine.. I went into carnivals, you know - oh boy! that was... I wanted to get away as a boy (to) a circus, run away and work in a circus. I just wanted to be in (a) circus atmosphere. They seemed like such fascinating people to me. So here was a chance to get to know somebody, and I, you know, if I had the time to sit down and try to fill in some detail perhaps, use it as a nucleus for some of my further experiences.. the people that he introduced me to.. 

For example, (this was in Chicago, many years back, and it’s still..) (in) the sections there that were still.. held over from the late 19th Century - old clapboard houses (in the early settling days of Chicago, German immigrants had settled there) - and there were a lot of these houses that had been converted into rooming-houses, and here was a puppeteer living in the basement (of one of them) with his wife, very, you know, very straight people, really amazingly straight, but they were surrounded by all of these wooden dolls, that were just various efforts..
He was a wood-carver along with it, you know, and he had retained, you know, much stuff that he had worked on earlier. His wife used to do the dressing, for she had worked for… There were scraps of colored cloth around there. And Elsie took me over there and, you know, they took her in such, you know, complete acceptance. They weren’t concerned with the fact that he had make-up on, that his eye-lashes were beaded, that he was representative perhaps of homosexuality, or anything like that.. They just… He was someone to.. They loved him, really. They.. you know.. And she immediately tried to prepare some food, you know ,”from the old country”, that might tickle his palette a little, (or) delight or please him. And he took it all so matter-of-fact-ly. I was just sitting there.   It was great. So, you know, I felt that I was living. (Well,) in a manner of speaking, I was – One always is. I believe that.. No matter what you doing..at all times, even now, right now, each of you, are being a little something.. even if I can’t express it for you, it’s there. 
So that’s when I was just a young boy. I was lost after that. How the hell was I going to possibly ignore all of this, this great world, you know, that was full of all these interesting people and happenings, and things like that? I had come originally from, really, a bourgeois middle-class family that didn’t last, you know.. During the… just before (the).. my mother and father had been (had grown up), just before, toward the end of the First World War, and here would be a whole new period of.. time, you know, (of concept), among the so-called establishment, and there were new values. Women were beginning to cut their hair, and you were no longer a jaded woman if you used make-up, and things like that. So there was all of this going on – and they were trying to learn (all this) as well. And they botched it up pretty badly. It took me a long time to realize that they blew it. Then came the  Depression, my dad, or my father, was confronted with maintaining, you know, his business somehow (he didn’t want to leave all the effort he put into it, all that). And then my father and mother finally broke up (they had to break up, or they’d’ve killed each other! ) So. .I got out of that as quickly as I could. I felt that I somehow…I felt guilty about it all. I  wanted to get away from it (but)... That's me. Let’s get back to you people

Student: But it’s pretty interesting!

Huncke: Yes.

Student: One thing that impressed me about your book (The Evening Sun Turned Crimson) is the second story in there. It’s my favorite story. You weren’t afraid of this prison. It’s totally fascinating. You just went with this whole trip..

Huncke: You’re talking about “In the Park”?

Student: Yes.

Huncke: Well, you like that story? Would you like me to read it to you?

Student: Oh yeah, that would be wonderful. I’ve always been fascinated by..

Huncke: This is one of Allen (Ginsberg)’s favorite stories. You’ll immediately see why! – I’ve got to check the index..

Student: You were talking about favorite words, my favorite word is “serendipity” – happy accidents that happen in life.

Huncke:  Yes. 

Student: You just take happy accidents with these people, you just go with them, and I don’t meet many people like that, and I was reading your stories, I thought, “that’s just great, I just love that about people too”, and.. (those) around me are horrified....

Huncke: Of course, of course.. Well, this is out of a desire to protect you, you know, to see that you don’t come to great harm.

Student: That's right.

Huncke:  And it is easy for, still, to get involved with people that can hurt you physically, and so..

Student: Oh yeah.

Huncke: ...perhaps it is wise to be a little cautious, you know. I don’t want to tell you “Just rush out there and do it! “, but, at any rate, that’s the way you get to know people, you know, and yes, that’s the way I have always been. It’s been helpful to me.

Student: I’ve got burnt a couple of times but most of the time, I just end up meeting some really interesting people.

Huncke: Sure. One gets burned, yeah.

Student: You live, you survive..and you learn..

Huncke: After a while.. You survive.. Ah, let’s see, that’s page seventeen,  – Well, I’m very loosely put-together this morning. You’ve heard me say that a couple of times, so I’m sorry...

Student: That was great.

Huncke [returning to his reading (from the book, (The Evening Sun Turned Crimson)]  This goes back to about the same period as the “Elsie John” story. It’s around that period I was a little..I think I was about thirteen..maybe not that old, twelve?

Student: When did you leave home?

Huncke: Well, the first time I left when I was twelve. I really.. I started running away at the tender age of six! – I really did! – I’d go and hide and they had to look for me, things like that. But then I’d break down and go back, you know. When I finally got out - I discovered that I could do it, that it was possible to break away and function - I really got started. Alright,” In the Park” – [Huncke begins reading, at approximately twenty-and-three-quarter minutes in, reading the story, “In the Park”, concluding, approximately thirty-two-and-a-half minutes in] 
 - I don’t know maybe I should turn this into a reading.

Student: I like the way you end your stories. It  just seems to end just right.

Huncke:  Well, thanks, I’ve had complaints about them. “Why don’t you tell us how it really ended?”, they really want to know - but thanks. I didn’t mind it. That’s the way it ended for me. And, you know, it didn’t end there. It’s still with me (and the) whole experience and so forth. I don’t know. What else?  Anything else you want to hear?  

Later on.. oh here’s another one.. I was going to read this yesterday [Huncke had given a public reading the day before], and since it’s, more or less, in a funny sort of way, a protest-type story, I  thought I should include it somehow, but I didn’t want to, you know, run over-time, (I thought we each were entitled to a half hour and I wanted to make sure that I didn’t cut into (John Clelland) Holmes’ time and Mr Burroughs, so I didn’t read it - I perhaps could have read it in the time-limit , but I wasn’t sure) – it’s titled “Alvarez” – It has a kind of interesting history, in that it’s one of the few (stories) that I gained a great deal of profit from! – I submitted it, after an experience I had incidentally, with David Susskind, of all people – (this is.... oh, when was it?  quite a number of years ago, in the ‘Sixties). He.said that he knew Hugh Hefnerwith Playboy magazine, and apparently he did, and I had been on a panel with him and he knew that I had written some things( I told him). He volunteered to send a story that I thought might be acceptable in to Hefner at Playboy . He would give me a recommendation, So I did and I got fifteen-hundred bucks for the thing.. so, you know, it was... it paid off nicely. It’s titled “Alvarez”. It came out, incidentally, in the October 1968 issue of Playboy, and they’d had it approximately four years before they published it, and then they changed some of the words without consulting me (which didn’t bother me).        
This is the way it was really written, or as close as I come to it..

[Beginning at approximately thirty-five-and-a-quarter minutes in, Huncke reads his story, “Alvarez”,concluding, at approximately forty-eight-and-a-half-minutes in and with the line – “He was already dying when I first saw him”] – Not a good ending there – I could have done better. But that has always struck me (his death) as being so needless, so unnecessary, just too little effort on the part of organized society, just a simple sense of compassion, regardless, you know, after all, it’s your fellow man, your brother.

Student: The detailed descriptions of what the jail, what the prison life is like there is fascinating.

Huncke: Good. Well, it’s hard to describe, because..

Student: I can imagine.

Huncke: .. that’s the Tombs in New York. It’s a comparatively new prison, as prisons go, the old Tombs was considerably different from that. It also was, of course, a central building but it had been..built of red stone. It looked like a fort. There were towers there, you know, old crenellated-type towers at each corner and mid-way down the top,  the.. Yes?

Student: Would you have just omitted that last sentence now?

Huncke: Yes

Student: And just cut it maybe?

Huncke: Yes. I think it would be better, I mean, to say that he was already dying when I stepped in is sufficient – or, you know, the description’s sufficient. It wasn’t necessary ti say that

Student: ..There’s a silence that you maintain as an author..  You just watch what happens and things happen.

Huncke: Yeah, well you know, I feel that somehow.  Getting bored?

Student(s): No

Huncke: I don’t know how much longer I can last to be honest with you!

Student: Herb?

Huncke: Yes


Huncke: Yeah, Well, I haven’t read it in a long long time, so I’d probably stumble over that, even more than I did this. Wait, there’s someone that’s asking me a question in the back

Student: Do you find that when you write about these incidents that  there’s a sort of release of pain?, that you can sort of get in with it..(go on) with other things in your life? because they seem kind of..tragic, you know, in a sense, (some of these stories),

Huncke: Well, they aretragic. Do I still feel tragic about them? Well I feel tragic about a situation that allows them to happen, yes, but to say that I...certainly I felt..  It did something to me, I mean, once something has touched the.. the entity, we’ll say, which is you, or that you, you go past the ego, but the inner you that’s you,  it’s left its impression, it’s made its mark, and to say, you know, can I pick it up now as a tragic feeling? – Well, I can see the sadness in it . Does that answer what you’re asking..?  Yeah?

Alright, I’ll see, I don’t know  about the Burroughs thing ,but I think I better wait for a minute. I wonder if it’s possible to get either a coca-cola or a glass of water, my mouth is very dry. I have high blood-pressure and it’s necessary to take three different kinds of pills every morning, when I get up and take them.

Student  (Jerry Poynton) : Want me to  get you a coke?

Huncke: Would you get that Jerry?, I’d appreciate it very much ..or just a glass of cold water?

Student: I noticed (in) that photograph in the back of your book you look much younger





















Huncke: Oh yes, I don’t like that photograph, I’m.. Although, someone that I like very much did it and has done others  that I liked much much better. I don’t know why they picked this particular photograph. I always think of myself as sort of looking like an old lesbian sitting on the subway (kind of casing, you know) to see if there isn’t something that I can latch on to somewhere along the line.

Student: There’s something very..

Huncke: Good shot!, great, thanks very much!

Student: I thought that photograph resembled Gertrude Stein’s somehow a little bit. It’s just..

Huncke: I understand what you mean. Sure. That was my first reaction, I didn’t want it even to get into the hands of these people – and damned if they didn’t get it and use it ! - The one that they’ve… there’s a second issue out now.

Student: It’s a better picture

Huncke: That’s right. It’s a much better picture, done by the same person, incidentally, and the one that we wanted used. Yeah, there is another photograph that I would prefer that had been used - the Knights [sic - Arthur and Kit Knight, publishers of Beat material - The Unspeakable Visions of the Individual] had a photograph that I liked very much (as much as I can ever like a photograph of myself – for a long time I really played coy about having my picture taken – it’s just that I never wanted to, you know, stand for a photograph, I don’t know why…now I don’t care. I’m accustomed to it, but, again, Allen – there’s a photograph that maybe some of you have seen in one of the biographies of  Kerouac,  where I’m standing in a field with a straw hat – that’s done in Texas. He caught that sort of against my. Being, you know without my being aware of it. I was busy incidentally planting pot seeds out on the field and I’d just (stopped to) rest  and..
[Jerry Poyntonreturns with the coca-cola]

Herbert Huncke, Texas 1947

Huncke: Thanks Jerry, very much..

Student (JP): Do you have one?

Huncke: Yeah, somebody produced one for me, but thanks very much. (god knows, I  wanted it)  - Why don’t you use this? -  ok? -You’d rather have it in a glass? – No...no.. aw, come on, I got it now..you know, (thanks, tho’)

Huncke: So that one, I didn’t really pose for, but..  And now, of course, I don’t pose, but it took me a long time to be comfortable with it, you know – the eye of a camera

Student: Where do you live now?

Huncke: I live.. I’m living in Brooklyn Heights. You know, I can look over “across the bay”, (the) Statue of Libertyand (the) Staten Island Ferry  (goes) back and forth and river traffic, freighters occasionally,  I can see part of the docks, great big freighters still come in, you know, and load up, all night long sometimes if there are lights, things like that. Also, there are beautiful gardens just beneath my window and, you know, people that own some of the houses in that area, they’ve got, you know, planted gardens (they use them mainly in the hot summer months), and ..they’re so beautiful, you know. Sometimes I look down. I see all the flowers and trees and birds of every description, and they’ve gotten so they alight on my fire- escape out there, and I had a cat, that just sits there and glares, you know, He’s just  willing a bird to get within reach, but.. Anyway, it’s very nice. Yeah, I like it, and I’m comfortable. Also, I share the place with a companion and his girl and, you know, it keeps me from being extremely lonely. And, of course, I don’t get around as easily as I used to, I must admit. I find it’s tiring, and so I need a great deal of rest. But I feel I’m being self-indulgent, and I’m afraid (that), at some point, I’m just going to give up and lay down, you know – but I hope that never happens, or I hope it happens in such a way.. I ‘ve...let me just say this.., a very close friend of mine, a woman, I feel great deep affection for who was Edward Dahlberg’s wife for a number of years [Arlene Dahlberg], I see her quite frequently, and she watches over me a little, and so I get.. she has a place up on the edge of the ocean, and so sometimes I go up there with her (and) get away from the city, and so on., But otherwise … But her father just died, shortly before this situation, and all that’s happening, (the (Kerouac) conference), and I liked the way he just quietly walked into his room and got into bed for the night, very peacefully, went to sleep, and the next morning, that was it.  And she, you know, she felt touched, naturally, quite deeply, but, you know. it wasn’t this whole tragic thing, (or) all the concern for funerals, and (for) getting the body placed properly, you know, He’d paid for his plot many years ago, (and was) there next to his wife (she had just passed on a few years before, and he, sort of, gave up the ghost after that). He was in his eighties and.. the companionship, you know. They dated back to the time when a marriage was a marriage, sort of, you know, it wasn’t fouled up with all of the modern.. some of the things that have happened.

Student:  I get the feeling from some of your stories that you’ve had some really strong friendships with women and understand them in a way that..(they appreciate)

Huncke: Oh, I like women. I have always liked women, will continue to.. I also like men!

Student: Right!

Huncke: I like men andwomen.. I like people, all kinds of people. I always have. Once in a while, you know, if I forget myself, I get a little bitter and I make nasty snide remarks. I still have all of those hang-ups. I gossip, you know. I even tell people what they should do, and what they shouldn’t do, and how to do it, and all that sort of thing. But, mostly I try to stay out of things, out of, you know, out of people’s affairs, because everyone’s doing the best they can, and, when you get right down to it, this is the way you are, right this minute. What happens, you know, in the next ten minutes, you’ll be whatever you are, plusthis, you know (or plus (and) a-ten-minute gap). Since we do keep a time-record, you know.. It took me a long time, a long..time again!  - (we use the word so, so often in our language, and, you know, it’s a man-made concept). We’ve got all this.. It feeds the ego a little bit, I guess, in a strange sort of way, makes us feel a little important. We’ve got to get there at a certain time. But, of course it’'s good - now, this morning, if we hadn’t set a time for my being here, I might not have gotten here, you know, so all of that…..

Student: Can I ask how you worked out your style?. Do you experiment? (with) differing degrees of ornateness, of  emotional oration, or was it always very sparse?

Huncke: It’s always been pretty much the way it is, I think. It probably comes about, to a large extent, as a result of my thoroughly enjoying talking, and, you know, since I was going to try, (as I was explaining to the group a little earlier), try to get some of it down on paper, I figured the best way to do it would be to do it as close to the way I talk as I possibly could, so (that’s all). No, I didn’t think in terms of (style).  I probably should have, and maybe it would have been better if I had, I don’t know. I think that everyone  will seek, sort of instinctively, what’s most comfortable, (most) relaxing, to them.. Yes?

Student: Are there any books by writers that you’ve read, that impress you with their style and..

Huncke: Well Burroughs, of course. Well, years ago (Malcolm) Lowry. I’ve read so many people, it’s hard for me to recall all of them now, citing anyone in particular). I was very impressed with (John) Steinbeck when he first came on the scene. I liked his.. especially Of Mice and Men. I thought that was a good book. Some of his other things where he tried to, you know, bring in more, I thought were less.. less effective, well say. Yeah, I like Steinbeck – the Bowles’ (Paul (and Jane) Bowles). I like Bowles. I..

Student: What was that second name you mentioned – Lowry, was it?

Huncke: Oh, Malcolm Lowry – Malcolm Lowry - Under The Volcano - I don’t know, I think he has some poetry that is published also.. I.. he’s somewhat dated now since he was recognized around the. .lets see, around the (19)40’s, I believe - Under the Volcano was a popular book. Of course, I sort of liked (Ernest) Hemingway. He.. you know, right on down the line..


Huncke: Celine, of course. Yes, I admire him very much, very much.

Student: (Marcel) Proust?

Huncke: Proust, I’ve read a little Proust. I must be honest in saying that I haven’t  pushed all the way through it, any more than I’ve completed [Tolstoy’s] War and Peace, but, you know, I’ve made the effort. One thing I always admire in Jack Kerouac was that he could make the statement that he found War and Peace a great book, and of course it is, but he had read it, all the way through! – I got to Dostoyevskyand I got stuck. I became enamored with Dostoyevsky, I really think that Crime and Punishmentis a marvelous book. He was truly a great writer, I believe. Others? (Well,) so many, it’s hard to say. 
I suppose somehow…
There isn’t anyone I’ve attempted to emulate really (again, feeling that I couldn’t, you know  -  I can’t take your style of writing and write as you would write, and you must write as.. well.. as an individual, each one of you, you know, evolve into your own style, as you go along, you know, you express yourselves, in your way, and the things that affect you, what your eye is seeing, what yourear has heard, what you have felt , all that sort of thing.. Is that too vague?

Student: Are you writing anything right now?

Huncke: I must say I’m not. I feel very dried –up (not really dried up, I’m... .I’m lazy, I somehow can’t  make the effort anymore. I don’t know whether I could really elaborate on this. You know, it’s pretty much what I feel still, in a funny sort of way. Of course, things have changed considerably, but, I’m.. you know, I still am not.. I no longer have the youthful drive that’s sort of essential, I think  - Yes?  

Student: Are you considering perhaps an autobiography? Is therea biography?

Huncke: Well, there are.. there’s a series of tapes. I considered trying to use those, titled “Guilty of Everything” (which I really thought was a neat title and I got hung up on it – but I.. you know, since the.. the nights.. I submitted it to people who volunteered to edit it  but I was never satisfied with the editing, I would have to do it myself and it would be a terrific task and I…  This [Huncke points toTheEvening Sun Turned Crimson] is what I consider my biography, in a sort of way. It’s all autobiography, autobiographical. One injects onself into everything they write (that one writes). You can’t..  Everyone does it. No matter how you write, or what your way, what you’re writing for - even for your living, you know, if you write commercially, let’s say, there’s still a great deal of yourself in it, you know, (inevitably).

Student: Do you write many letters?

Huncke: Not any more – Well, no, I was never a great correspondent, to be honest with you. Arlene (the lady I spoke of, a few minutes ago), we had a habit of writing notes to each other this way. I have keys, (to her place) of course, and, when I come over from Brooklyn (she’s located in Manhattan), I will leave a note for her (there’s always a little notebook there), so I leave notes for her that way, and it’s amazing how much comes out (of it). And she keeps them, and, later on, I look at them, and sometimes see what we’ve told each other over the time, you know, and so on.

Student: Do you keep on touch with (old friends) like Allen (Ginsberg)?

Huncke: Well, not consistently. Usually, when I’m desperate!  Exactly!  Poor Allen!  (He always pulls me out of my financial jams when I get into them, or helps me. Fortunately, I don’t have to call upon him as much as I used to, but he’s always down). You know, Allen is..a great person, and that way, he’s very compassionate - (a) great person, period - (why should I say (just) “in that way”),



Student: Your first book,Huncke's Journal,  (is) real hard to find..

Huncke: Well, I was talking..  Diane di PrimaandAlan Marlowe (I don’t know whether you know him, he’s here (Boulder, Colorado). He lives here, I understand). (They) were together in New York, and they decided to.. or they obtained a(n) off-set press, and I believe Diane sort of intended, at the time to, you know, do her..not only do books (which would be a satisfaction to her) but, she thought ,“why not help?” – (there were so many writers on the scene, you know, this is the.. just about the peak of the East Village set-up, before it became quite so, you know, run down as it is now (sic – 1976!), and there were people there all the time, and so there were people that would air their work in the bars, the Cedar Bar, places like that). So she had said to me, “Well, if you just give me some stuff, I’ll try to shape it up a little bit” . So that’s how the Journal came about. It was the second book they ran off. And now they’ve, since, given up the press, they have gone their separate ways, in a manner of speaking (although they’re still very good friends), and all that sort of thing so it’s..

(Student: They printed many copies?)

Huncke: I don’t have copy one of it myself, but, once in a while, Bob Wilson in New York City that has the Phoenix Bookstore will chance upon a copy. He’s sort of a collector and they come (through) his hands – or – Diane spoke to me the other day, briefly, and said that if I’d like to have anything that they have, or I’d like to … see, I have copyright, and if there were.... if I would like her to give me a letter, stating that anyone is free to publish it who wants to take the trouble, I could give it to them, and they (could) can run off some copies of it, but… It was my first book!


Student: You’ve got a story in there about William Burroughs in Texas and  you’re talking and you say that your stay in Texas would make another story or another book

Huncke:  It really would. it was a very very beautiful experience. The place that he had located was in East Texas in the oldBrazos River territory.Apparently it had been a sort of hide-out back in the good ol’ days for a bandit named "Brazos" and he would take his mob galloping through these pine-woods, a (great) place for hiding-out. There’s the Brazos River, which is really a river that kind of winds down through bayou country, you know, (probably over Louisiana). And he found this old weather-beaten cabin, back in the pine-woods (now this was about fifty miles over highway toward Huntsville from Houston, to a little town called New Waverly– that was recognized as New New Waverly at the time he found it, because there had been a fire in Old New Waverly and (it had) burned down a number of  buildings, including a church that was standing off stark against the sky-line But there were.. you know.. it was a wide country-street, perhaps, oh, a quarter of a block long, a block long, maybe half a mile, and (with) all country-type stores on either side, and then a black macadam road that you turned off the highway (from) and went through this little town, and, to one side, was an old cemetery (you know, just tombstones standing there), and  you passed that, and then this macadam road twisted its way, sort of, in.. to a gentle hill area (small rolling hills). And a lot of black ex-farmers had purchased a little cabin  (little cabins) (that) was down there.. you know, here and there would be these beautiful little silver-grey cabins,  and there’d be maybe an oldchinaberry tree in the yard, that sort of thing. So it really.. Just to get there was beautiful. And for a stretch of about twelve miles, one finally entered the piney-wood section, on either side of this road – pine-forests.  And when one reached that section, a short distance through there, you turned over onto an old dirt road that dropped down over a branch of the so-called Brazos River and wound its way again into, deeply into, the forest area, the wood area, and then from that, you turned on an old.. old.. I think they had called it a "logging road" (they, at some point, had sold some of the timber in there – these old trunks, you know), and had left a pair of tracks there, and it sort of twisted and made its way around the tree-trunks, and that sort of thing. And then you got to a cleared area (not literally cleared but, you know, (it was) more open). And here was this beautiful little cabin. It was just a cabin that’s all. Silver-grey in color, weathered, (and) with a field to one side, big tree, to one side of the cabin, that was loaded constantly with blackberries. There was a hawk that used to come over to the woods, you know, bring her young ones over and they’d feed off these berries (they'd try to get rid of them - they used to jump out (of) there and chase that old hawk). But anyway... That was a field. How large a field I wouldn’t really be able to tell you, but it was a good size, not overly large, with young pine trees here and there just coming up, you know, new growth –where we.. Back in there we planted our pot, near these pine trees, where they would be less conspicuous (from) up above and from people who might chance through there. But that’s getting ahead of the story. When I first saw it, it was still in winter and it was kind of cold and damp and muddy - they hadn’t made it habitable yet, the.. It was still occupied by field-rats and whatever creatures that had settled there – So, until we could get in there, and clean it up a little bit,Joan (Burroughs),who was with Bill over in a motel, didn’t want to move in to it until they were able to move in permanently. And they’d been waiting for me to get down so to help (they’d asked me if I’d come down – and (I) did). So we went to Houston and we got some of like.. sort of like.. this tile stuff..and we sort of divided it up into four sections – We had to have a room for her daughter (Julie), which we split in half again with sheetrock and built a little bunk – Joan did it, as she was very handy as a carpenter (much better than me!) and she built a little bunk for Julie and her clothes and closets and everything, screened over the windows, and that sort of thing, and we just made it so beautiful and so comfortable. And, as the Spring gathered, you know, (and) began to burgeon forth, or began to.. the countryside.. got very verdant and green and flowers (sprung up) everywhere! And in this field that I was speaking of a few moments ago with the pine trees, there was one old tree that, at some point along the line, had been struck by lightning, and it just sat against the sky and it was covered with a vine of some kind that.. had, literally, you know, smothered it, and (it had) great yellow flowers on it, of some kind. I loved to see it. It was so beautiful.  (There were) patches of wild blackberries and raspberries, I guess, out to one side. Joan used to take Julie out in the fields some times, late in the day, (taking with her) the big blue ceramic bowl she had to pick berries. (We'd) come back and we’d have berries and cream. It was just so beautiful and so peaceful.
Occasionally, old Arch Ellisor, that Bill has some great stories about.. would come riding over on his horse, and we later learned that there had actually been..  Who were.. you might be able to recall?.. the famous  hillbillies that had a feud going on?..


Huncke: The Hatfields and McCoys.. There was a real situation of that- and the Arch Ellisor's were on one side and the so-called Hatfieds on the other and, well, there was a good deal of animosity there, even after all these years. But he had.. had big hound dogs, and.. plus a mother-in-law.. that he was waiting to have die as soon as possible…she was cancer-ridden, it was just awful- butArch (old Arch)would come over, and he’d sort of draw his lip up, and he’d say, “Well, she ain’t so good today.. ain’t much longer until she…goes". Bill would say, “Yes?”. Joan would be busy doing something around, she’d be listening to him. So it was really funny, all that sort of thing you know.
But anyway, to go from the cabin you could go down a slight incline to the bayou. We used to go down there and bathe. I used to take Julie down there and strip off, you know, and we’d bathe in the stream, little tiny fish, Julie would play with them and so on. It was so great, just so great. You have no idea.
So it was when it came time to leave, I was really.. you know it has been such a peaceful set-up that I really wished that I didn’t have to go, because I’d found a paradise of a sort, you know, but..

Student: Was there electricity in the camp?

Huncke: No, no - kerosene - I had to .. Joan.. One job was to get all of the lamps shined up, because we’d sit up all night rapping, you know. Plus, we were in a dry county and Bill liked his evening cocktail, no matter what.  And we had to drive over to the wet country and there.. there were at least five or six package-stores, right on the edge, very convenient, you just get there, you buy all the bottles of liquor you wanted.. But we always.. he always..kept a  few bottles of  something (tequila, he liked to drink tequila – and Joan liked wine – she didn’t like drinking to speak of,  she liked wine and seltzer)…. And ice – (and) the the way we managed ice - at that time, the Coca-Cola Company had just developed the.. stand-up ice-packs, you know, they were sort of.. made them great for chucking them full of ice.. And we’d drive into town in an old jeep and pick up ice, almost every day, and had an old ice-box. But no, no modern conveniences.

Student: (A cooking stove?)

Huncke: No, well the funny part is, before I arrived, they had a little trouble deciding what they wanted to use. Joan did not like kerosene because the odor was very intense, and my thought was, you know.. I thought I’d already become a little bit familiar as a.. knocking around the country.. with wood-burning stoves.. and I said, "Get a..".. "Bill, we’ll go out and get a small wood-burning stove for keeping the heat, (because it was still cold, as I explained to you, it was still chilly, especially at night), over in town, or some place. We’ll set it up so for Joan". And then he had his room (he wanted one in there)  - But she cooked on kerosene stoves or burners, you know. (And I cooked on a charcoal pit that I.. out in the front yard, I dug a place about so-long, banked up rocks around it, found an old grill which I laid over the top, and we’d get steaks about so-thick, you know, and boy-oh-boy, they were so good! – And then,  
So there was no cooking in the cabin, or not much cooking in the cabin, you know, it was kept pretty much outside. I liked to do that. But she would heat the vegetables and things of that sort inside.

Student: And the plumbing?  Any plumbing there?

Huncke: Well I guess one of the first of the chemical  toilets, you know, where you..  A bucket and some kind of chemical, which you'd pour in, in case the stench became too obnoxious. And (we) kept it there right in the... I had a middle room in the back there. We laid light-weight linoleum all over the floor. It was comfortable and Joan could shut the door if she wished and go in there.

We did all our washing with well-water. You should have seen Bill with a dowser, going around, dowsing the well. Finally he did it, (he) succeeded in locating the spot. And then we found this old man with a one-eared mule and he set up a tripod-type thing in.. (this old mule had literally (just) worn its ear off on one side!).. wandering around and dropping a drill down for water, that way, finally came up with it.. 
So, till that time we’d go down to the stream and bring it back in buckets. (I would wheel buckets of it in a wheelbarrow, trying to balance it, not lose too much of it the whole bit,  you know. It was great). Another thing that I liked about it too, incidentally, just in passing, a lot of animals, you know, that had strayed away .. there… had just wandered away, I guess, from farms in the area – they made it.. well, of course, they could smell those steaks! I wondered, at the beginning, what the attraction was, but I began  to piece (it) together and came up with the awareness that..that scent of charred meat there was really reaching them, and, particularly, one old bitch, that was just so great, with three legs (the farmer had shot her – because.. he’d been trying to get her for a long, long time, and he had never succeeded - (and) she had three legs, somebody had hit her in the leg and, I guess, she just laid around some place, chewed it off, and it healed and..). But she would come over, she'd venture over. Soon as I saw her.. I saw her slinking towards the.. throughs the.. bushes to one side one day, and tried to call her, but, oh, she wouldn’t come near, but she.. 
I learned later, if I put anything out there she would eventually dispose of it alright. So I put, you know, bowls of water, and that sort of thing  - but I attracted a cat as well!  (they became quiet friendly!). At any rate, Arch Ellisor says  (he) wanted to get her, he says, “I wanna get that bitch, every time he’s in heat my hound just wanna get to her,  that’s all there is to it!". And apparently one of them had,  because she threw a litter of pups. One night we awakened with yipping dogs, some place. It was “I wonder what that is?”. He threw his robe on and took his flashlight, “My god, he says, there’s a couple of pups out here!” – And, sure enough, she brought them up.  Of course she wasn’t terribly… (she was probably somewhere watching to see what would happen). But she had her pups and.. she brought them over to us

Student: Can I ask a dumb question?

Huncke: I beg your pardon.

Student: Can I ask a dumb question? (What breed was she?)

Huncke: I think she was a mixed breed of some kind but predominantly I believe, well she couldn’t have been a hound, she was a short-haired.., she looked a little bit like a Doberman, but she wasn’t Doberman-Pinscher, I really don’t know. She had, you know, the black shiny coat, you know, and..legs of the Doberman  - Yes?

Student: Has this recollection ever been written down?

Huncke: Well not exactly like that, no.

Student: I have to call baloney (then) on you not still writing. I just see that as a beautiful piece right there.

Huncke: Sure.. ..when I get..  (but I) don’t know that I have the energy.. How long have we been here now?

Student: You’re a prisoner. You can’t leave!

Huncke: No, come on, is it tomorrow too, you know? 

Student: It’s two hours.

Huncke: We’ve been here two hours?

Student: (It) doesn’t seem like it.

Huncke: Well maybe I’ll try to read. I want to read the.. maybe I’ll get through it all. I don’t know, I have a thing in here [When Evening Sun Turned Crimson] on Bill Burroughs. I don’t know.. this is about.. oh boy.. this is.. it is a long one and it also is not about Texas – oh, there’s a part two, (where) he moves down there, wait a minute – Yep, part of that is, I see here..

[Huncke proceeds to read the Burroughs section from "When The Evening Sun..”  -  “He had located in East Texas and we drove fifty miles.." -  He stumbles and loses his place in a couple of places]

I’m picking up in the center, but I do (I think) mention (that) it’s still winter and is muddy, and so forth, and therefore I’m describing my first.. at that point, my first impresssion. I (had) just gotten off a bus all the way from New York, and I was in no humor to think about anything, but, naturally, I began to become absorbed in the general countryside. I knew that I was going to be there for a while and… [Huncke continues with his reading, the bulk of which may be heard here] -  ..and it goes on. I'm getting tired and my voice is dry.. Will I see you tomorrow?

Student(s): Yes

Huncke: Yes, you've got other things to do.

[Workshop concludes]

Spontaneous Poetics 116 - (Wordsworth - 2)

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[Napoleon Crossing the Alps by Jacques-Louis David (1748-1825), (1801), oil on canvas, 259 cm x 221 cm - currently in the collection of the Musée Nationale du Château Malmaison]

AG: [Wordsworth] - I want to move away from his great poetry and get into what is sometimes considered to be his bad poetry.  As a transition piece - a poem he wrote on the French Revolution. It was composed in 1804. He was already a little bit disillusioned. In a way, I was thinking of these poems in relation to our own national supposed disillusionment with the 'Sixties [Allen is speaking in America in 1976 here] and I'm giving Wordsworth now as a little sample of what kind of mind we might develop (maybe for good or ill) - or - it's parallel to the same tradition of all the ex-Communists in the (19)30's, who got to be anti-Stalinist, and were totally disillusioned with revolutionary Russian Communism, and joined the CIA, and became war-mongers and monsters, in a mirror image of Stalin. What I'll be dealing with here is the village-songman-bard, national-prophet,'s view of revolution, as he got disillusioned with it. Here's a poem called "The French Revolution", sub-titled "As it Appeared to Enthusiasts at its Commencement". Reprinted from the French. Composed 1804. The French Revolution was 1789. Napoleon came in.. when?, does anybody...? 

Student: 1812, right?

AG: When was Napoleon..?

Student: Napoleon was 1801 or 1802..

AG: Yeah.. so this is after Napoleon getting the crown from the Pope was it?...  

Student: 1805

AG: Okay. This is published 1809, by the way - [Allen proceeds to read Wordsworth's "French Revolution"] - "Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!...".."...the place where in the end/We find our happiness, or not at all!" -  So that's like, the promise of the "Sixties, in a way, saying those (years) were where the wild crazies found the plastic stuff at hand to create their universe, and (that) the milder schemes also had a chance.  So what?  Yes?

Student: You know, Wordsworth, when he wrote "Tintern Abbey' said that "Nature never did betray/ the heart..", and later he lost a relative at sea. I think (Wordsworth) wrote a poem of that nature - and then, with the French Revolution, he initially said "It was a joy to be alive..but to be young was a very heaven"["Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive/But to be young was very heaven"] and then later he was disillusioned. And you know (Robert) Browning was very upset when he...

AG: And Shelley! (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

Student: Right. How do you feel about him. his  tendency to sort of... 

AG: Well that's what I'm presenting here.

Student: Yeah

AG:   I want to read these poems so that everyone gets familiar with the actual texts..that you're talking about. So, his disillusion.
The first poem on the French Revolution is actually written from the point of view of a sight disillusionment. It's a little wise-acre there, a little bit wise.. I don't know if you got the subtlety of that.
But then, for an absolute statement of it, is a series of  poems dedicated to national independence and liberty, a series of sonnets - and one, "Composed near Calais on the road leading to Ardres, August 7, 1802" (so, a few years earlier, actually), and then the one on the French Revolution (but this, it's a little bit more direct on it) - "Jones!, as from Calais.." - he'd gone to France during Revolutionary times. I think he had himself a mistress, fathered a child (I don't know whether he took responsibility for it, or not).. Pardon me?

Student: He left.

AG:  He went there, and had a good time during the Revolution, but then.. [Allen recites, in its entirety, Wordsworth's sonnet "Composed near Calais..."] -  "Jones!, as from Calais, southward you and I/Went pacing side by side this public Way/Streamed with the pomp of a too-credulous day"..."..despair/Touches me not, though pensive as a bird/Whose vernal covets winter hath laid bare" - sort of like, "What's happening, man?" - "Two solitary greetings have I heard,/"Good morrow, Citizen!", a hollow word" (well, the word in those days was "citizen", instead of "man", but the equivalent). It's actually pretty Readers Digest disillusion.

1801 - number 4 of that series  [ Allen reads next this Wordsworth sonnet, in its entirety] - "I grieved for Buonaparte with a vain/ and unthinking grief! The tenderest mood/of that man's mind..."..."Of the mind's business; these are the degrees/By which true Sway doth mount, this is the stalk/True Power doth grow on, and her rights are these" -
Well, that's pretty fair. You were asking me what I thought of his switch. That's a pretty fair proposition - middle-way. I have mixed feelings about it, because I'm just beginning to explore his turn-about (which is a similar turn-about as you might have seen with (Fyodor) Dostoyevsky). Shelley got upset. There's a funny sonnet by Shelley to Wordsworth in 1815 (so this is already fourteen years later - [Allen recites Shelley's sonnet "To Wordsworth", beginning "Poet of Nature thou has wept to know.."] - "Poet of Nature thou has wept to know/That things depart which never may return..."..."Above the blind and battling multitude:/ In honored poverty thy voice did weave/ Songs consecrate to truth and liberty -/Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve/ Thus having been, that thou should cease to be" - Shelley, impetuous youth as he was, took a very generous view, actually. He said, "I grieve".

[Audio for the above may be found here, beginning at approximately sixty-nine-and-a-quarter minutes in and concluding at approximately seventy-nine-and-a-quarter minutes in] 

Spontaneous Poetics - 117 ( Wordsworth - 3)

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[William Wordsworth, in his youth, aged 28, (1798), oil painting by William Shuter - via Cornell University's William Wordsworth Collection]   

AG: Give Wordsworth credit (Shelley gave Wordsworth credit) for his original mastery of consciousness and revolution and liberty and divine thought and natural power, but there was something disproportionate to its cause, and to Nature, in Wordsworth's resolution of his revolutionary dilemma (which is a dilemma, not only that we are going through now, [1976], in America, but also, the great classic masters of the past, like (William) Blake, had to go through precisely the same historical circumstance. In fact, Blake's disillusion, particularly with the French Revolution and Napoleon was even more weird than Wordsworth's. Gregory Bateson, this morning, was telling me that, in the Gilchrist biography of Blake, Blake used to wear one of those tri-cornered hats that the French revolutionaries wore, and when Napoleon crowned himself emperor, Blake took off his hat and put it on the ground and he jumped up and down on it. He destroyed his tri-corner hat by stamping on it, he got so mad!".

AG: Liberty Cap

Philip Whalen:  He used to wear it in the streets and people would laugh at him

AG: Ah, so he had adopted it as a sort of a..  totem..

Philip Whalen: It's the kind of thing that (Robert) Browning talks about - a red cotton nightcap.....




[Audio for this is available here, beginning at approximately seventy-nine-and-a-quarter minutes in, and concluding at approximately eight-one minutes in]  

Spontaneous Poetics - 118 (Wordsworth - 4)

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AG: Now we find Wordsworth later (at the very end)  writing poems on Law and Order! 
A group of "Sonnets Dedicated to Liberty and Order"! I'm not reading them because they're great poems (although they are interesting), but I'm reading them because, well, what happened? .. what's the evidence? how did he.. what did he do? 

 "Composed After Reading a Newspaper of the Day" (this is now 1831, so, thirty years later, it's really an after-thought) - [Allen reads Wordsworth's "Composed After Reading a Newspaper of the Day"] - "People!, your chains are severing link by link,/ Soon shall the Rich be levelled down - the Poor/Meet them half way" Vain boast for These, the more/They thus would rise, must low and lower sink...".."Thou wilt provoke a heavier penalty".

I'm going to read little pieces from these Sonnets Dedicated to Liberty and Order - "Upon The Late General Fast, March 1832" - ("Reluctant call it was, the rite delayed..."... "The People, once so happy, so renowned/For liberty, would seek from God defence/Against far heavier ill, the pestilence/Of revolution, impiously unbound!")


There's a poem of Herman Melville's on the Draft Riots in New York, hearing it from his roof. It's called "The Rooftop - A Night Piece" [editorial note: actually "The House-top - A Night Piece" and he hears "the Atheist roar of riot" - The Draft Riot years in New York - refusing to be drafted to the Civil War. Prophesying - "Wise Draco comes, deep in the midnight, roll/ Of black artillery.." - the heavy King who was going to impose Law and Order, Draconian order.


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[New York City Draft Riots, 1863 from The Illustrated London News]


Well, he (Wordsworth) concludes another little sonnet ["Blest Statesman He, Who's Mind's Unselfish Will"]  - "Knowing, things rashly sought are rarely found/That, for the functions of an ancient State..".."Perilous is sweeping change, all chance unsound." -  So he's getting worried, really conservative". ..."(W)oe for him/Who thus deceived shall lend an eager hand to social havoc...".."Long-favoured England! be not thou misled/By monstrous theories of alien growth" - This could be published in the National Review! - [Allen reads on] - ""Long-favoured England! be not thou misled/By monstrous theories of alien growth/Lest alien frenzy seize thee, waxing wrath/Self-smitten till thy garments reek dyed red..".. 

Actually, in a certain respect, he's criticizing...very similar to  Chogyam Trungpa's criticism of the Hippies, as we've heard over the summer, criticizing the aggression, that is, the personal aggression built in a lot of revolutionary fantasy - or, I think that's one thing that Wordsworth is laying out - "Let thy scope/Be one fixed mind for all, thy rights approve/To thy own conscience gradually renewed,/ Learn to make Time the father of wise Hope" - That's pretty interesting - "Learn to make Time the father of wise Hope", rather than Instant Revolution.   What else?  Huh?

Student: (So revolutionaries automatically (inevitably)  become more conservative?)

AG: Well, I wouldn't prejudge it. Actually I was just trying to get the evidence, see what he's saying - before making (in Wordsworth's phrase) "rash schemes". Well [in "At Bologna, In remembrance of the late Insurrections, 1837"], he's proposing, "Thought that should teach the zealot to forego/Rash schemes, to abjure all selfish agitation" - "to abjure all selfish agitation" - [Allen continues] - "And seek through noiseless pains and moderation/The unblemished good they only can bestow"... [and from "Young England - What Is Then Become of Old"] -  "Go where at least meek Innocency dwells,/Let Babes and Sucklings be thy oracles" - So it's, sort of like, psychological criticism of the revolutionary. 
But then he finally gets to...  [tape runs out here, then resumes

[Audio for the above may be heard here, beginning at approximately eighty-one minutes in, and concluding at approximately]  

Spontaneous Poetics (Wordsworth - 5 Wordsworth The Reactionary)

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AG:  .. 1859-1840 - "Sonnets on the Punishment of Death" - Sonnets in favor of capital punishment ! - he'd gone that far! - did you know that?. Wordsworth wrote sonnets in favor of capital punishment! Has anybody ever seen those? Well that really takes the rag off the bush. I mean, it's so.. it's sort of like a final horror. The great poet!,Shelley's beloved Wordsworth, writing sonnets in favor of capital punishment! This is now forty years after theFrench Revolution. So I want to read you a couple of little fragments of that so you get his cast of mind here. You've got to deal with it. You've got to deal with it. It's got to be seen clearly, rather than avoided - okay?
  
[Allen reads from Sections VI, VII, VIII, IX from "Sonnets on the Punishment of Death"] 
"Fit retribution, by the moral code/Determined, lies beyond the State's embrace/Yet, as she may, for each peculiar case/ She plants well-measured terrors in the road...".."And the "wild justice of revenge" prevail" - He's proposing the State commit murder rather than "wild justice of revenge"!  - "Though to give timely warning an deter/is one great aim of penalty, extend/Thy mental vision further and ascend/Far higher, else full surely shalt thou err"..."..to preclude or quell the strife/ Of individual will, to elevate/the grovelling mind, the erring to recall,/ And fortify the moral sense of all" - That's why he wants capital punishment! - And he says capital punishment is better than exiling your criminals - "Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide/Locked in a dungeon needs must eat the heart/Out of his own humanity... "..."Leaving the final issue in His hands/Whose goodness knows no change, whose love is sure" - God, that is - "Who sees, foresees, who cannot judge amiss/And wafts at will the contrite soul to bliss" - So, finally, he concludes that the death-penalty is good for you! - "See the Condemned alone within his cell"...".... "While yet the solemn head the State hath given/Helps him to meet the last Tribunal's voice/In faith, which fresh offences, were he cast/On old temptations, might for ever blast" - In other words, so that he doesn't commit more crimes, it's better to kill him! 

Philip Whalen: It's exactly the argument of the Church about heretics - that you "save their soul".. you destroy their bodies, but you save their souls!

Right, so, this far, the reaction in the class.. I'm going to continue on this theme, of poet as social prophet amiss (or on-the-mark), and continue with Wordsworth and  (William) Blake, next time - Blake's reaction to the French Revolution...





[Audio for the above, including Allen reading from Wordsworth's "Sonnets on the Punishment of Death" may be heard here]

Friday's Weekly Round Up - 139

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1 Million Page Views


Sometime last Monday, the one millionth page-viewing of The Allen Ginsberg Project took place. Thank you anonymous page-viewer. We sort of like the idea of not knowing who you are. Thank you all our page-viewers, all our visitors, all our regulars (most especially, our "Google Friends" - here's another request/invite to become a "Google Friend", if you're not already one - also, another previously-offered request, don't be shy in getting back to us on individual posts, using the "Comments" button).

Now, on with our regular "Friday Round Up". 

Well, a relatively quiet one this week. Patti Smith (and collaborator/accompanist,Philip Glass), apparently, rocked the house with "The Poet Speaks", their homage to Allen, at the Edinburgh Festival on Tuesday night. Here's David Pollock's rave review in The Independent (Patti evokes Whitman in her sweet encomium - "Allen, despite Allen, contained multitudes"). Here's another review.   

El Habib Louai (whoseArabic translation of "America" we featured a few weeks back) and Paul E Nelson (who has also been featured on this blog) got together last night at the North Cascades Institute as part of their Beats on the Peaks event. Paul previews his talk, and features audio of El Habib Louai, (from Sunday, reading at the Spring Street Center, in Seattle) here

Hilary Holladay, whose biography of Beat legend, Herbert Huncke we featured last week, is herself interviewed here.

Nanao Sakaki  - We're always pleased to spread the word about Nanao Sakaki. Here's Steve Heilig's recent appraisal/paean to him in the Huffington Post -  "Nanao Sakaki Breaks The Mirrors - An Appreciation of a One-of-a-Kind Poet".  

Memes - we've asked you to be wary of before (incidentally, does anyone know the exact source for the oft-quoted but rarely-cited "Whoever controls the media, the images, controls the culture" - purportedly by Allen?). Alexis C Madrigal in The Atlantic tracks down, this past week, the "fakelore" of a visual artifact, (a meme, it turns out) of a supposed Burroughs-Kerouac moment.

William Burroughs Centennial next year. What will you be doing to celebrate on February 5? 

Ed(ward) Sanders

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Ed Sanders74th birthday today. We want to salute this indefatigueable cultural warrior, as he so eloquently and movingly salutes his beloved mentor Allen, here:



Here's a recent reading/performance, this past January in Buffalo, New York at the Burchfield Penney Art Center.




Here's two presentations/readings in New York,  following the publication of his Fug You memoir (at Boo-Hooray Gallery, and at St Marks Bookstore).    






Some vintage 'Sixties Sanders - here's Ed, reading "Cemetery Hill" at the Berkeley Poets Conferencein 1965.
Here's Ed reading "Soft Man 1" and "Sheep" in 1966.

Here's two from the 'Seventies - "Investigative Poetry" and "Yiddish Speaking Socialists of the Lower East Side"
- and Ed's memorable contribution to Ron Mann'sPoetry in Motion - an interview, followed bya performance of his uplifting hommage to Henri Matisse.

Did we mentionEd's own You Tube channel? 


Here and here (two parts) is video of Ed reading in Connecticut (New Haven) in 1997

Clearly, we're just scratching the surface.. An extraordinary prolific, omnivorous, creator. 

There's still so much more...


We might just highlight a few previous postings on the Ginsberg Project 
-  here, here,  here, here  and here


Reality Studios Fuck You Press Archive is accessible here.



Here's Ed's extraordinary "Glyphs" portfolio 




Wishing you, Ed, a delightful seven and four
 - and more!

Spontaneous Poetics - 119 (Wordsworth - 6)

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تستطيع أن ترى الصورة بحجمها الطبيعي بعد الضغط عليها
[William Wordsworth (1770-1850)]

Allen's Spontaneous and Improvised Poetics Naropa lectures of the summer of 1976 pick up again on August 4th, 1976

AG: I want to continue a little bit more with Wordsworth, because what I did was leave him with disillusionment with the French Revolution. (I left him) with his troubles, his political troubles, which are similar to the troubles that we've got [USA, 1976 - sic]. I was looking over "The Prelude" yesterday, where he continues, at great length, about his disillusionment, and I'll read you just a couple of sentences from that (because it's not likely that you'll get to read his huge, long, autobiographical poem, "On the growth of the poet's mind", "The Prelude") - [Allen begins reading] - "This was the time, when, all things tending fast/ to deprivation, speculative schemes -/That promised to extract the hopes of Man/ Out of his feelings, to be fixed thenceforth/ For ever in a purer element -/Found ready welcome. Tempting region that/For Zeal to enter and refresh herself/Where passions had the privilege to work,/ And never hear the sound of their own names./But, speaking more in charity, the dream/ Flattered the young, pleased with extremes, nor least/With that that makes our Reason's naked self/The object of its fervour. What delight!/ How glorious!..." - But then, later on, he (Wordsworth) noticed if "..Nature's self,/ By all varieties of human love/Assisted, led me back through opening day/ To those sweet counsels between head and heart/Whence grew that genuine knowledge fraught with/ Which, through the later sinkings of this cause/Hath still upheld me, and upholds me now/In the catastrophe (for so they dream,/ And nothing less), when, finally to close/And seal up all the gains of France, a Pope/Is summoned in to crown an Emperor -/ This last opprobium, when we see a people,/ That once looked up in faith, as if to Heaven/ For manna, take a lesson from the dog/Returning to his vomit, when the sun/ That rose in splendour, was alive, and moved/ In exaltation with a living pomp/Of clouds - his glory's natural retinue -/ Hath dropped all functions by the gods bestowed,/And, turned into a geegaw, a machine,/Sets like an Opera phantom". "Thus, O Friend!" - he's talking to his friend (Samuel Taylor) Coleridge -  "Through times of honour and through times of shame/ Descending, have I faithfully retraced/The peturbations of a youthful mind/Under a long-lived storm of great events-/A story destined for thine ear..."


[Timothy Leary (1920-1996)]

I got a letter from Timothy Leary the day before yesterday, talking about what he was interested in, speaking of these kind of political reversals and he was saying...well, first of all..  he was interested in doing something now that he's alright [- sic - editorial note: a few months previously, April 1976, Leary had been released from his jail sentence by the then Californian Governor, Jerry Brown]  (and) Alexander Solzhenitsyn is (now) in Switzerland.. and.. what about Patti Hearst? [Patti Hearst and her kidnapping by the Symbionese Liberation Army - another contemporary news story] -  "Free Patti Hearst" was his immediate response, because, thinking that she's been kidnapped by both sides and (put in prey) by both sides. "Why is she in jail?" - And he also said "Free Gordon Liddy and Howard Hunt" [Richard Nixon's White House "Plumbers"] - Leary trying to free Liddy - that's a total reversal. Yeah? 

Student: Could you make a  little statement about the switch in your relationship to Leary?

AG: Well I'm just talking about switching.. Actually, I'm in good.. I like him..

Student: (But what I hear...)

AG: No, but that's all newspapers.. Mass hallucination of newspapers. Mostly. Ninety percent of it. We've been in contact. This letter was interesting, fitting in here. What I'm trying to do is point out how similar the problems we have now [1976] are to those of disillusionment, change of mind, adaptation to reality, that Wordsworth had to deal with. How did he do it? And how did Whitman do it? - [Allen next reads Whitman's "To a Foil'd European Revolutionaire"] - "Courage yet, my brother or my sister!/ Keep on - Liberty is to be subserv'd whatever occurs,/That is nothing that is quell'd by one or two failures, or any number of failures/Or by the indifference or ingratitude of the people, or by any unfaithfulness,/ Or the show of the tushes of power, soldiers, cannon, penal statutes./ What we believe in waits latent forever..."..."Did we think victory great?/ So it is - but not it seems to me, when it cannot be help'd, that defeat is great/And that death and dismay are great" - In a way, he had a much more ample psychological attitude than Wordsworth, because, I think, Whitman's revolution was founded on a revolution of spirit, I think, (which is) deeper than Wordsworth's sense. So when the external revolution that Wordsworth was backing failed, I think he thought all human liberty was defeated, and what was necessary to come to was some kind of conservative guarding of feeling (he's constantly worried about disordered feelings), whereas Whitman maybe gets freaked out and gets really mad, but is actually interested in exploring further, including the feeling of death and dismay.

Walt Whitman holding a butterfly on his finger.
[Walt Whitman (1819-1892)] 

Student : What book was that in, that particular poem?

AG: It's "To a Foil'd European Revolutionaire" in "Autumn Rivulets" in "Leaves of Grass" (in the Modern Library edition, you'll find it on page 292)  

And Phil (Whalen) loaned me his Whitman Complete Poems. (There) is a vast song of political disillusionment and personal disillusionment called "Respondez!". Do any of you know that? The one of reversals? - It's sort of a great litany  (and, [points to student], while we're at it, could you get Christopher Smart from the library? - "Rejoice in the Lamb"?) - I don't know what the occasion was. (It was originally put in "Leaves of Grass" and then he took it out, because, I think, he was ashamed of the bitterness of it). Probably at the completion of..  a comment on the blood-letting and fratricide of the Civil War, because he does begin mentioning that. "Respondez" - French, you know, "Respond", "React", in a way. [Allen reads Whitman's poem "Respondez!" in its entirety] - "Respondez!  Respondez!/(The war is completed - the price is paid - the title is settled beyond recall!/Let every one answer! let those who sleep be waked! let none evade!/.."..""Let the limited years of life do nothing for the limitless years of death/ (What do you suppose death will do, then?)" - Actually, it's a complete description of reality as it actually is. It's the inverse of his prophecies about America and his political ideals, so it's a very active description of particular now. Especially now, when he says, "Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!" - cutting down forests to make books. It's really quite literal. 



Student: Allen, did you say that was originally part of Leaves of Grass?

AG: It was originally in Leaves of Grass but I think he was ashamed of it, or thought it might disturb tender youthful sensibilities, so he took it out in a later edition. It says here [Allen reads from book] - "Made its last appearance in Leaves of Grass of 1876". In other words, it was in, but then was (expurgated) at one point.

[Audio for the above can be found here, starting at approximately two-and-a-quarter minutes in and concludes at approximately twenty-one minutes in  (his reading of "Respondez" begins approximately twelve minutes in and concludes approximately twenty minutes in)]        

Spontaneous Poetics - 120 (Calamus Whitman)

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[Calamus or Sweet Flag]

Well there's a funny kind of humor in Whitmanthat gives him a more ample mind than Wordsworth in his disillusion. I think partly because his original revolution was more deeply grounded in Nature, or his own body, and his own desire. And he had, from the very beginning, some sense of sunyata, or emptiness, hollowness, trickiness, about his own thought-forms, and his own passions, and his own attachments. In laying out his own story, to begin with I read a little prose paragraph, where he says his most rank or direct political statement was in the sexual or erotic passages of "Calamus". Even in there, when he's loosening his desire, when he announces, [from "Scented Herbage of My Breast'] - "I will say what I have to say by itself/ I will sound myself and comrades only, I will never again utter a call, only their call,/ I will raise with it immortal reverberations through the States/I will give an example to lovers to take permanent shape and will through the States,/Through me shall the words be said to make death exhilarating./Give me your tone therefore O death that I might accord with it..", he announces that he's going to not only talk of his own direct loves and deaths, but also encourage "the love of comrades/(with) the life-long love of comrades" - [Allen continues - from "For You, O Democracy"] - "I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the great lakes and all over the prairies"
[and from "These I Singing in Spring"] - "And this, O this shall henceforth be the token of comrades, this calamus-root shall/ Interchange it youths with each other! let none render it back!)" - 


[A lock of Whitman's hair]

In the midst of that insistency, there's a little poem, "Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?" - "Are you the new person drawn toward me?/To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose?/Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?/Do you think it is so easy to have me become your lover?"..."Have you no thought O dreamer that it may all be maya, illusion?" - So he's able to look on himself, see through himself, in the sense that all phenomena are tricky, questionable, playful, open, needn't be solidified by an idea into obsessive nightmare (as they did somewhat become with Wordsworth, who, on top of it all, did have a non-Maya-ic God, a solidified God, or some solidified notion of eternity, that was continually haunting him) 

Student: What poem was the last one?

AG: "Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?" from (the) "Calamus" section (of  Leaves of Grass). Yeah?

Student: Isn't that a departure from what you had read before, in the sense that he was identifying with the cosmic self and kind of still hanging on to that notion of...

AG: Well, its more like that's his tendency. His tendency is to identify with a cosmic self and hang on to that notion and empathize to the extreme end of the universe, but there's also these holes in his mind..

Student: Yeah

AG: ..which he expresses very clearly every once in a while - early and late. That's what makes him so much like (a) Sutra, in a sense, or some representative of Actual Mind - that he doesn't really insist, obsessionally, on any final image - perhaps, urge ("procreant urge" or urge to transformation), but then, finally, that sense of urgent desire becomes identified with the notion of change, really. In a sense, he's always switching around. He's smart enough to switch around. He switches technology. Desire then can be, later on, used as change. So it's an alchemical, or tantric, transformation of thought-forms. What might begin with a little love glimpse can be transformed, say, into a glimpse of passing farewell, (instead of a glimpse of attachment).

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[Whitman and friend, Harry Stafford, a New Jersey farm boy, late 1870's]

There is a poem called "A Glimpse" that I've always liked because it's actual life-like, from "Calamus" (I want to get back to Wordsworth, but while we're here) - [Allen reads Whitman's "A Glimpse", in is entirety] - "A glimpse through an interstice caught.."..."There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word." - That's so accurate a description of what really does happen between "I''s and between souls that it's kind of a miracle..

Student: Can you read that again?

AG: Yeah - "A Glimpse". This is also (from the) "Calamus" section. You've not heard this? How many know this little "Glimpse"? - or had heard it? - There's a lot of very brief glimpses like this in Whitman that are so reflective of actual soul-incidents that we all have (the kind of soul-incidents that composes the entire structure of (Jack) Kerouac )"s writings), actually) - the recognition of desire, or recognition of soul, or recognition of soul-energy and exchange of  energy (though in Kerouac, as in other poets, there was a disillusion in that, finally. You know, he thought it might all be maya, illusion). [Allen reads the poem again] - There are a few.. he generalizes. This is almost Kerouac-ian.

This next poem is "A Leaf... - "Leaves of Grass" - ...For Hand in Hand" -  "A leaf for hand in hand,/ You natural persons old and young!...."..."I wish to infuse myself among you til I see it common for you to walk hand in hand." - 

tape ends here and then resumes with Allen reading

'"To a Western Boy" -  "..many things to absorb I teach you to help you to become a pupil of mine/. Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins/ If you not be silently selected by lovers, and do not silently select lovers,/ Of what use is it that you seek to become a pupil of mine?'' -  "Oh you whom I often and silently come" - "Oh you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you./ As I walk by your side or sit near or remain in the same room with you/Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me"

Well, everybody recognizes that. Everybody's had that experience, haven't they?  Has anybody not had that experience? 

[Audio for the above can be heard here, beginning at approximately twenty-one minutes in, and concluding approximately thirty-four-and-a-quarter minutes in (note silence between tapes (at approximately twenty-nine-and-three-quarter minutes in, resuming at approximately thirty-three-and-a-half minutes in)]
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