Following the couple of recent posts on the great American poet, Robert Creeley – here and here, here’s Creeley’s poem/elegy for Allen – “When I Heard The Learn’d Astronomer…” (from his 2003 volume, If I Were Writing This)
AG: Where were we? Oh Creeley? So Creeley. (Robert) Creeley. Each syllable is a thought. That’s a good way of (describing it), actually. That’s an aphorism for Creeley – “One thought per syllable” (in the sense that each syllable seems to be like a new thought) – opposite from my kind of writing, or, say, somebody else, … Read More
[Allen Ginsberg and Robert Creeley. Photograph by Laure Leber]
continuing with transcription of Allen Ginsberg’s Basic Poetics class from February 1980 (Feb 27) at the Naropa Institute
AG: Who’s got the right time?… So, last time we were.. so.. what you were just doing before was Ted (Berrigan), Ted’s class. How many of you are in Ted’s class? So what happens?, There’s a half an hour wait in between? Is that a heavy shot to go through, two long hour- and-a-half (classes) in the evening. How does that work out? I was wondering. Are we creating.. (putting) too much on, … Read More
WSB: There really is so many parallels here that I’m sure that Fitzgerald must have read Lord Jim and certainly was influenced by it and there’s a great deal of similarity. They’re both these very improbable Romantic heroes. How many of you saw the… either of the films. Were they any good?
Student: Not The Great Gatsby
WSB: The Great Gatsby.. Well, I don’t think that The Great Gatsby is film material. I mean all of … Read More
From the author’s web-site: “Bop Apocalypse is largely the story of the evolution of jazz and its relationship to the Beats: the first time that drug use coalesced with music and literature, becoming a central element in the creation of an avant-garde American voice and underground cultural sensibility.”.
The book, (an outgrowth of a chapter in an earlier book of Torgoff’s, and very much its compliment, Can’t Find My Way Home), “features vivid portraits of … Read More
A singular rare item from The Book Collector’s Library. For $5,750, as the catalog describes it: “A collection of 24 mostly “Beat” poet hands drawn with poetic license by their owners’ other hand….in a 30 page Artist’s 9″ x 12″ unpaginated Sketch Book”. Here’s Allen’s hand. “in itself worth the price of the admission”:
and here’s Gregory Corso‘s hand (the concluding one of the collection)