The Allen Ginsberg round up.

Friday’s Weekly Round-Up – 392

[Allen Ginsberg October 16, 1965,  at the Vietnam Day Committe’s march through Oakland – photo: Kit Sagen]

Don’t Hide The Madness  – read David S Wills’ “Angry Young Men Become Nice Old Men’,  his review of the Ginsberg-Burroughs book on Beatdomhere

Allen Ginsberg photographer, the UK-based  Far Out magazine. features a deftly-chosen annotated photography portfolio

Stuart Walton in the LA Review of Books on Jack Kerouac’s painting 

Baudelaire’s suicide noteBaudelaire

Lorca as a graphic novel Lorca

Francesco Clemente  in his recent Vulture interview “I still believe in the America I loved as a teenager. I still believe in Emerson, Thoreau, Ginsberg, and all the rebels and mystics”.

Why Do The Powerful Fear Poets?” – Ai Weiwei‘s PEN Artistic Expression  Award speech – can be read (and/or listened to) – here.  (and more from Ai Weiwei – here)

“..Can we, for example, pinpoint when Allen Ginsberg stopped being a beatnik and became a hippie? It is impossible?” – Juliane Fürst, guest curator of the recent exhibition at the Wende Museum,“Socialist Flower Power: Soviet Hippie Culture in a recent interview in the LA Review of Books)  More about that intriguing (sadly-no-longer-on show) exhibit (Russian hippies) and Fürst’s pioneering scholarship – here and here

Today (November 16) is the anniversary of the birth of the great “New York School” poet, Ted Berrigan. For our fond (2013) appreciation – Happy Birthday, Ted! – see here

and tomorrow at City Lights,  a tribute to another New York School luminary – Bill Berkson


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One Response to The Allen Ginsberg round up.

  1. jeff cloves says:

    When Allen Ginsberg became a hippy? 1962 in India?

    the Calcutta café

    I read* about a café
    in Calcutta
    in the sixties
    it fixes
    in my romantic mind
    and I call it
    The Calcutta Café**
    though that wasn’t
    or isn’t
    its name
    all the same
    it speaks to me
    of a café society
    that was special
    you see
    each group there
    sat at its own table:
    the novelists here
    the playwrights the screenwriters
    there
    the journos the hacks the others
    elsewhere
    and the poets?
    ah the poets
    they had their own table too
    they even had
    their own name
    which resonates
    down the years
    of their literary fame
    The Hangry Poets
    they called themselves
    and here’s to explain:
    claiming poverty
    they professed to be
    hungry
    claiming alienation
    they professed to be
    angry
    and being poets
    they claimed –
    of course –
    to be talented
    collectively they were
    loud
    opinionated
    wild-looking
    and –
    as poets everywhere are –
    curiously attractive
    theirs was
    the most sought-after table
    it seems
    some habitués
    of The Calcutta Café
    were prepared
    to give up writing
    novels films plays
    in order to be
    or pretend to be poets
    and thus gain a place
    at The Hangry Poets’ table
    and become presumably:
    hungry
    angry
    loud
    opinionated
    wild-looking
    and curiously attractive
    too –
    the quality
    of their verse
    is not known

    now here’s a thing:
    in 1962
    the American Beat poet
    Allen Ginsberg
    while stumbling around India
    in search
    of enlightenment
    stumbled one day
    into The Calcutta Café
    and saw
    in a flash of enlightenment
    that The Hangry Poets were
    in some way or another
    an howling outpost
    of the Beat Generation
    of which he was
    a founding father
    in turn
    The Hangries
    recognised a fellow Hangry
    and fell upon him
    with glad cries
    of warmth and solidarity
    all this
    a romantic dream
    but real
    though such a thing
    has never happened
    to me or ever will
    I feel
    to think:
    the company of poets
    actively sought
    by literary pretenders
    their table blessed
    by Allen Ginsberg’s presence
    no women sat there
    of course
    or were invited for sure
    if the Hangries had muses
    they kept quiet
    about them
    AG
    became their muse maybe
    for a bond was formed
    two of the Hangries
    even got jobs
    eventually
    in American universities
    and ceased to be
    hungry
    or even angry possibly
    and wore tweed jackets
    no doubt
    with leather patches
    at the elbow
    the better able
    to live out their fable
    and did ever again
    I wonder
    writers deceive and scheme
    to sit at their table…..

    * A Blue Hand: the Beats in India
    Deborah Baker Penguin Press NY

    ** ‘The College Street Coffee House
    adjacent to Calcutta University…
    College Street packed to the gutters
    with book stalls…derelict old houses
    are filled with so many books and
    publishing concerns that one has to
    stand in a sweaty line on the pavement
    and wait to be served.’

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