[Allen’s August 1978 Naropa lecture on Whitman’ s ” Song of Myself” continues here]
Then he (Walt Whitman, in “Song of Myself”) goes into a section, in (section) seven, which is more and more close to (William Carlos) Williams’ sense of accommodating inquisitive mind – [Allen reads from Whitman’s “Song of Myself”] – “Has anybody supposed it lucky to be born?/I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it./I pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-wash’d babe, and am not contain’d between my hat
Allen Ginsberg’s family – Hannah (Honey) Litzky, aunt; Leo Litzky, uncle; Abe Ginsberg, uncle; Anna Ginsberg, aunt; Louis Ginsberg, father; Eugene Brooks, brother; Allen Ginsberg, poet; Anne Brooks, niece; Peter Brooks, nephew; Connie Brooks, sister-in-law; Lyle Brooks, nephew; Eugene Brooks; Neal Brooks, nephew; Edith Brooks, stepmother, Louis Ginsberg, Paterson, New Jersey, May 3 1970, 1993 – Gelatin silber print 96 x 240 inches (243.8 x 609.6 cm) – edition of 3 – (c) The Richard Avedon Foundation – from the collection of the Israel Museum, Jerusalem]
Another Beat anniversary. Eighty-five years ago today, in New York City’s Greenwich Village (St Vincent’s Hospital) – the birth of (Nunzio) Gregory Corso.
Plenty of Gregory, if you search through the archives here at the Allen Ginsberg Project, starting with our 2011 posting (after his own book-title) – Happy Birthday of DeathHere… Read More
Student: Allen, what does he (Whitman) mean by “soul”?
AG: I wonder – What does he mean by “soul”. Well I think we have to read on more because he’s going to define it. And he changes the meaning, actually a number of times. so you can’t really…
Here is one suggestion, a little later on, from the Calamus section [of Leaves of Grass] (I’ve mentioned it before, but see how (it) relates to his celebrating his soul) – [Allen reads from Whitman] – “Are you the new person drawn toward me?/ To begin with, take warning, I am surely far
Ginsberg on Whitman continuesI’m extending this discussion so far because, when considered this way, it does bring up the problem, then, (of), has he [Whitman] given up his self, or is he actually trying to find a way to fit himself in, without sacrificing self? He’s not giving up love at all, he’s not giving up his private parts. And from that point of view, there are a few poems that he wrote in old age that are, like, a funny commentary on this idealism. In “Sands at Seventy” (on page three-hundred-and-ninety-four of the Modern Library book), there are