[Edmund Spenser (1552-1599)]
AG: Edmund Spenser is a colossus, and he's so big that I think we'll go around him Except, maybe, one or two, one or two little short things - the Epithalamion - a big Leviathan poem here, marriage poem. What I would suggest is that you go home and read it. It's got a great stanza form, it's got a great rhythmic form. So what we might do (here) is read just the first and last stanzas, just to get the stanzaic form get a taste.. Page 162 - I'm sorry..
Well, he's very brilliant in, you know what I mean, an enormity in every direction - "The Faerie Queene" is really worth reading (you know, I have never read it all through - because that was one of my life-time ambitions - to sit down and read through The Faerie Queen - in the last couple of years I read through all of Milton and all of Blake and I think my next big project is sit down and read all through Spenser)
One of the things I would like to do, incidentally, in terms of what I'd like to do for teaching, that I missed in my education, was reading all through Chaucer (because I never did study Chaucerian English, because I never wanted to read it, so I got stumbled - and all through Spenser (which I haven't done). Then, the big epic pieces - Paradise Lost, I finally read a couple of years, aloud, all through, beginning to end (which Gregory Corso did in the "Fifties - he and his girlfriend read the whole thing aloud - it's easy - one… what is it?..twelve books or something?, one book a night, fifteen or twenty minutes, he read Paradise Lost aloud). I wanted to read all through Blake, and then about three years ago, I sat down and spent two weeks, throughout the day, doing nothing, in Baltimore, was in Baltimore, got an apartment, with a friend, and the two of us sat there and just read Blake for..it was about twelve, thirteen days. In the middle of that I wrote a long poem called "The Contest of Bards", thinking of Blake's meter. I'd never read all through..the next thing that would be to do.. that I would like to do would be to read all through
Wordsworth (all of "The Excursion") and all through Byron (that I've never done) and all through Shelley (that I've never) and all through Keats - there's a great way of dealing with a poet, or dealing with poetry - you take one poet and read everything that he wrote so you get the total immersion in one great, brilliant mind-nut. I did that with Yeats when I was younger (read everything that Yeats wrote) And everything Williams and everything Pound wrote - and everything Eliot wrote. Some poets, I try to read every poem.. I guess the one poet I did in college was Yeats, beginning to end, everything I could get my hands on - Yeats, Rimbaud, people like that. But Spenser was always too big a mountain to climb, or I never had the time, so I just read in and out of Spenser. I guess that's pretty nearly almost-everybody's experience one way or the other (like Bunting mentions he can't stand reading masques - M-A-S-Q-U-E - the masque form, found it tedious)
[Audio for the above can be heard here, beginning at approximately thirty-three-and-a-quarter minutes in and concluding at approximately thirty-seven minutes in]
Showing posts with label Gregory Corso. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gregory Corso. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Friday, October 7, 2016
Friday's Weekly Round-Up - 288
[Gregory Corso's Painting of Edgar Allan Poe]
October 7, 1849 - the death of Edgar Allan Poe.
More Allen-Ginsberg-on-Poe postings here, here and here
October 2017 marks the Centennial of the English poet David Gascoyne. Enitharmon, his English publisher, have taken the occasion to reprint a 1986 letter/memoir/note he wrote to Allen - See here
October in the Railroad Earth - October is Kerouac month… (every month is Kerouac month! - but this month (this weekend) in Lowell, Massachusetts, it's the annual Lowell Celebrates Kerouac). Full details about the weekend's activities - here
Allen Ginsberg En Route to G(h)ent (from 1979) - another rare cassette just out from Counter Culture Chronicles - "An intimate look, Allen Ginsberg on tour in 1979 (in Belgium/ Holland), featuring Peter Orlovsky, Harry Hoogstraten and Steven Taylor - Allen and his party travel by bus to Ghent after a successful reading at the Leeuwerik in Eindhoven. They are joined on the trip by organizer Benn Possett, Simon Vinkenoog and a clueless journalist. Harry's beau Suze Hahn is at the wheel. Allen talks about politics, his relationship with Jack Kerouac, recites poetry, and gives a crash course on traditional and modern verse. The conversation continues at a local bookshop. We follow Allen to the concert hall and the tape concludes with a couple of songs on stage."
David S Wills has an interesting article over at Beatdom this week - Chinese Kerouac covers!
Here's one (but he features many):
Andy Clausen is interviewed by The Sunflower Collective on the Beats and Allen, and shouldn't be missed - here
Jeanne Hodesh interviews Hettie Jones (on the occasion of the publication of her
correspondence with Helene Dorn (Love H), and, similarly, shouldn't be missed - here
Martin Scorcese's 2005 Bob Dylan documentary, No Direction Home (featuring, amongst other things, this interview with Allen) receives a 10th anniversary digital/Blu-Ray box-set release (available in the coming weeks) - See more about that upcoming release - here
More anniversaries - October 7, 1955, Allen performs "Howl" for the first time at the Six Gallery (" I saw the best minds of my generation…")
Friday, September 23, 2016
Friday's Weekly Round-Up - 286
[Allen Ginsberg and his life-long partner, Peter Orlovsky, New York City, 1977 - Photograph by Gordon Ball]
with a number of specially-scheduled events - a colloquium and a series of films. Last chance to catch this extraordinary exhibit in its Parisian manifestation.
Here's Joseph Nechvatal's review in Hyperallergic
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et aussi à Paris
Next week sees the publication of Shakespeare and Company, Paris: A History of the Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart, edited by Krista Halverson with a foreword by Jeanette Winterson - 400 pages celebrate 65 years of the legendary Parisian Anglophone bookshop, with contributions from Anais Nin, Ethan Hawke, Robert Stone, Allen, (all sometime habitués), and many many more.
[Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso on Avenue C, New York City, Fall 1973 - Photograph by Gordon Ball]
New York in the late '70's - Allen's ubiquity:
Steve Buscemi and Elliott Sharp in conversation:
SB: It's funny to think about it now, but we used to see them [the Beats] around. You'd run into Ginsberg at, like, you know, at like a Polish diner or something
ES: Oh yeah, like everywhere.
and fashion-photographer, Bruce Weber (in Time magazine, no less):
BW: When I came to New York, I got to know Allen Ginsberg, and he was in his 70s then and he was, like, the youngest person I ever knew. So then I thought, it's kind of wonderful to be like that.
[Allen Ginsberg inscribes his Collected Poems for Daisy Ball, Jackson, Mississippi, May 31, 1986 (Daisy's cheek was scratched in a roller-skating fall) - Photograph by Gordon Ball]
and more recollection - William L Morris remembering Allen (& Peter)'s (early 70's) visit to his poetry class in Attica prison (in a recent issue of the Buffalo News):
"Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky almost didn't make it to Attica. On a two-lane road between Buffalo and Attica, we ran into a blizzard. Ginsberg was in the back seat chanting Hindu ragas and Orlovsky was in the passenger seat fighting off the flu with garlic cloves. I had no idea where the road was. Orlovsky had taken too much LSD [editorial note - speed?] the previous year. What he lacked in conversational skills, he made up for in concentration. He discovered that the car's wake revealed a yellow line on the road's edge. Looking down, he recited, "You're on the road, your on the road, you're OFF the road, you're OFF the road, you're on the road", until we reached the valley where Attica is. For weeks after that my car smelled of garlic but I didn't care.
Ginsberg talked to the class about writing. He took out a little red book he always carried. When he had a Zen moment he wrote it down. He didn't look at it again for 30 days. If it still worked, he used it. Otherwise, he abandoned it. Then he said, "Enough. You guys don't need advice on how to write poetry. You need to learn (Zen) (Buddhist) breathing to deal with living in a place like this."
[Heather Ann Thompson's Blood In The Water: The Attica Prison Uprising And Its Legacy, published this month, on the occasion of the 45th-year anniversary of the riots]
Nathan Gelgud on Diane Di Prima
Pat Thomas, curator and mind behind Allen's Last Word on First Blues CD collection, was interviewed on Paul Metsa's Minneapolis-based Wall of Power Radio Hour last weekend. You can get the free app to stream from anywhere and hear the show on-line - here
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Studs Terkel Radio Interview - Part 7 (Conclusion)
The Studs Terkel Ginsberg-Corso-Orlovsky interview (courtesy PennSound), that we've been serializing this week, concludes here
ST: Let’s get back to the comments you made. Is there any.. can we pin it down?.. people do communicate , you know..
AG: Yes, but I would say “No ideas but in things” , which is what (William Carlos) Williams also says. In other words, No.. let’s not deal in big abstract …
ST: No let’s deal in specific things
AG: …foolish generalizations
ST: Let's deal with…
AG: Cases and points
ST: Cases and points
AG: Lets be big lawyers of the abstract.
ST: You are a young poet. You are a young poet from San Francisco.
AG: No, I’m from Paterson, New Jersey
ST: From Paterson, but have moved to San Francisco.
AG: No, no, I was in San Francisco several years ago but I haven’t been there in years,
I’ve been in Europe all this time.
I’ve been in Europe all this time.
ST: But you are a young poet of.. How are you accepted in Europe?
AG: Oh, great
AG: Oh, great
GC: As a white plague. As in San Franciso it was a white plague, so it was in Europe.
ST: I see, so, you say "great", you say ”a white plague” – You [Allen] say you’re inspired by suffering, You [Gregory] by God ?
GC: Now you've got the plague. You've got the plague in Chicago.
AG: He is more of a poet than I am actually. He said "the white plague" – and the plague is on now
GC: It’s on here, and you don’t know it. Look at your face, it’s changing. Since we've seen you, it's a little changing...
ST: Well, I must admit I’m a bit paler and a bit older since you’ve entered.
GC: Yes!..
GC: Yes!..
AG: Profoundly nervous!
GC: Yes, yes, profoundly nervous.
GC: Yes, yes, profoundly nervous.
ST: I’m not nervous, so much as confused, I’m confused… I’m confused. I want to understand what you’re driving at..
AG: Have you ever read any of our work?
ST: I’ve read Howl. I must admit that Howl was the only thing I read which moved me, parts of it moved me very much (and parts of Gasoline and Other Poems - this morning
(I read) "I am 25")..
(I read) "I am 25")..
AG (to GC): Oh read him the poem about Chicago.
GC: I’ve got a great poem about Chicago.
AG: Oh he’s got a great poem about Chicago in here [in Gasoline].
ST Wait.. "I am..".. Before you talk about Chicago, "I am 25" - Do you want to read this? You wrote it (or don’t you care for this poem?)
GC: I care for everything I write, but Chicago's better.. See that’s just journalistic, that kind of a poem, because... (whereas) "The Last Gangster"...
ST: No that.. I wasn’t thinking about the poetic quality, I was thinking..
GC: This is much more beautiful for Chicago. Don’t you think so?
AG: Let’s do Chicago.
ST: Okay. Sure, let's do Chicago.
AG: Why not.
AG: Why not.
GC: (Chicago) - "The Last Gangster" – Alright, this is about a great feeling, about a man who’s in a very desperate situation but when he was in it, he says "Good god, I wish I was - when? maybe in fifty years from now - somewhere else"
[At approximately thirty-one-and-a-quarter minutes in, Gregory Corso reads his brief poem "The Last Gangster" in its entirety (“Waiting by the window,/ my feet enwrapped with the dead bootleggers of Chicago..." …"I've watched them grow old/ ….guns rusting in their arthritic hands”)]
[At approximately thirty-one-and-a-quarter minutes in, Gregory Corso reads his brief poem "The Last Gangster" in its entirety (“Waiting by the window,/ my feet enwrapped with the dead bootleggers of Chicago..." …"I've watched them grow old/ ….guns rusting in their arthritic hands”)]
GC: That’s the death of Chicago really.
AG: That’s all
GC: You know, it’s death.
ST: Gee, if I could.. What I’m trying.. See, what I’m trying to do...
GC I have to... You’re trying because that’s like a (straightforward poem).
ST: Try, no, I shouldn’t try to do anything with you, except avoid a sort of preoccupation with death that I feel here, see..
GC: Was there death? That’s not death.
ST: I’ve a feeling that you are preoccupied. This is the point (you say you’re not "anti-life" but..)
AG: We nearly got killed on the highway here coming over. My god! We went on an awful skid...
GC: We sleep with our doors locked now, don’t walk under ladders, and when we see black cats we walk away, and beware of the ace of spades
ST: Since you’re opposed to form? You know what I’d suggest? You know when we came on talking about Howard Johnsons. I imagine, Miller [sic], who’s in the control room, if you could just gently fade us out, I’ll try and find, if I can, a sort of credo from each of you. Is that possible? Not a credo, but a feeling about your work..
AG: OK
ST ...as a poet and as a human being..what you want to say..
AG: I have my credo prepared and ready.
ST: Allen Ginsberg
AG: "Death is a letter that was never sent"
ST: Alright Paul..Peter Orlovsky
PO: Miaow!
ST: Okay
PO: "I walk over a bridge of flowers".
ST: Gregory Corso
ST: Gregory Corso
GC: "Fried shoes."
ST: Fried shoes. So - Fried shoes, Death is a letter that was never sent, I walk over a bridge of flowers, and miaow – in a sense..
AG: Yes. That’s life!
GC: That is life.
ST: I said "in a sense" - What do you think?
AG: Well it all makes sense, you know. It all makes a great deal of sense.
GC: When you’re an old man and you sit all alone on a sofa by yourself in your living-room, you’re going to be thinking about your life, man. You’re going to be thinking about how you spwnt it, you know the end is coming, it’s there.
ST: Ah !
GC: That’s what life is . It’s the risk of being so natural… as to say “Fried Shoes” or “Death is a letter that was never sent”
GC: That’s what life is . It’s the risk of being so natural… as to say “Fried Shoes” or “Death is a letter that was never sent”
ST: I must say I feel pretty helpless at the moment and a bit inarticulate...
GC: I think you’re lovely.. He looks a bit..
ST: ...But I think I can say that you’re going to be, safely say, that tonight at the...Sherman (House) Hotel, you’ll participate in a panel.
AG: Tonight?
GC: Is it tonight?
ST: No, this is taped, this is taped for tomorrow, but this is Thursday, let us assume, and you’ll be at the Sherman (House) Hotel. See how we get confused too with night and day
ST: Oh, The Big Table
AG: We came here to sell Big Table actually. We’re involved in life. We came here to help Big Table
ST: So you are involved in something specific.. The Big Table is a publication edited by Paul Carroll of Chicago that will bring out the works, I believe, that were not put out in the recent issue of the Chicago Review and that will be published, so listeners should look for that
ST It will be a crazy magazine. But tonight (at the Sherman (House) hotel), and, I believe Sunday from three to five at the Gate of Horn, you will offer poetry readings and what-not (and I imagine "what-not" is probably very...
AG: Mostly poetry, we hope
ST: Mostly poetry.
AG: The more poetry the better.
ST: The more poetry the better.
AG: And the less bull..
ST: My credo is a very simple one - “Take it easy, but take it”
AG: Oh great, yes.
PO: Hey, that's good!
PO: Hey, that's good!
Studs Terkel Radio Interview - Part 6
[Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara in Water Moon Form (Shuiyue Guanyin) Liao Dynasty (907-1125), 11th Century (willow with traces of pigment, woodblock construction), Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York]
Studs Terkel's 1959 interview with Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso and a taciturn Peter Orlovsky (courtesy PennSound) continues
ST: So in other words you believe in compassion ? (or) you’re afraid of that word too?
GC: Compassion is a beautiful word.
AG: I’m in favor of compassion in other people.
GC: That’s compassion for Gregory.
ST: But you feel you are not.. Now are you putting.. Is this a façade?
AG: I don’t know if I’m compassionate or not, I’m just doing what I feel.
ST: You don’t want labels, I see.
AG: No, it’s not that I don’t want labels, but if I go around.. if I say, ”I am a compassionate poet audience man. I’d rather hint it sideways.
ST: Well that certainly makes sense.
ST: Well what about. What do you think, Here’s a question, Perhaps you can answer it..
AG: In other words, how do we dispose, once and for all, this problem of being “anti-life” (from the journalist aspect).
ST: You have said.. I think..
AG: We might find a poetic way where it’s beautiful to be "anti-life".
ST: Certainly what you last said and did (here)..
AG: You know, I turn it over to Gregory to carry on the "anti-life" battle again. (And I would buy Gregory’s "anti-life" battle)..
ST In case there are some listeners, I think, who are.. I think Gregory horses around a bit too. I think Gregory, no, I think, basically, basically..
GC: No, I'm natural. I'm just me.
AG No, he waits for inspiration, yeah.
AG No, he waits for inspiration, yeah.
GC: I'm just being me. I’m this way all the time. I’m sorry. I don’t horse around at all. That word, I don’t understand it. I am the way I am. I really am.
ST: Yeah, well I apologize for using it then. You are the way you are.
GC: Yes.
ST: Well that’s pretty important to be who you are.
ST: And Allen’s point there, the point you made about Carl (Solomon), about this man who seemed bereft of what we think is sanity, right?
AG: Yeah well partly I was saying, like he really isn’t bereft of sanity.
ST: That’s right.
AG: The nation itself is bereft of sanity.
ST: Ah, then our values, we’d say our values, our accepted values, are cock-eyed.
ST: Yeah, but they don’t quite say it that way.
AG: Yes they do.
GC: They do in a way..
AG: They do - Just turn to their religion page and you’ll hear all sorts of harangues about our values being screwy - Well everybody knows that anyway…
AG: Suffering.
GC: God
ST: You (Allen) say suffering and you (Gregory) say God?
AG: Lollipops, Peter?
Peter Orlovsky: Lollipops, Pennies..
ST: Pennies?
GC: Gum-Machines.
GC: Gum-Machines.
ST: Now where does that leave us? – I don’t know where I’m left at the moment but where does this leave us ?
AG: Well what made you the way you are?
GC: Where does it leave you?
AG: Did you have a dream last night?
AG: Did you have a dream last night?
ST: Where does it leave me, you say? Yeah. I’ll… I’ll have to figure this one out. But I want some…not that I’m looking for anything specific, if.. I know it can’t be done in a sentence, but since you are…
AG: But we’re not refusing to be specific. He was talking about gum-machines and hair, and I was talking about rocket-ships and people (a very specific person I know who’s in the bug-house who I dig). And he (Peter Orlovsky)’s talking about lollipops. So this is not refusing to be specific.
But, in the Diamond Sutra, which is a conversation by Buddha, it says that all conceptions of the existence of the self or the non-existence of the self are equally arbitrary, being only conceptions, so that when asked a question, “What is your conception of this?" and "What is your conception of that?", I realize, in advance that any answer is going to be.. is going to…evade the grist of things, actually.
ST: But don’t you think..
AG You weren’t listening to that, you were looking at his (Gregory Corso”s) poem "Bomb" so let’s continue with "Bomb"
ST: No, No I’m sorry. I do.. At the moment… As you were talking, Allen.. You were right in chastising me (there) ..
AG: Well, I wasn’t listening to myself either. You were the audience.
ST: Just as you were talking, Gregory ..
AG: It’s in the end of the Diamond Sutra
ST: thrust a dart into in my hand called “Bomb”. Before we go into “Bomb”, there was something you were saying …
GC: I handed it to you gently
AG: No, it’s a great poem
ST: (to GC) You did handle it gently. I apologize
AG: He waved it. He waved it like a pheasant’s feather…
to be continued
[Audio for the above can be heard here, beginning at approximately twenty-six minutes in and concluding at approximately twenty-nine-and-a-quarter minutes in]
to be continued
[Audio for the above can be heard here, beginning at approximately twenty-six minutes in and concluding at approximately twenty-nine-and-a-quarter minutes in]
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