Never did get around to mentioning Kiyohide Hori’s photo-show of Allen and of the Howl manuscript that took place (sadly now it’s down) in Japan this past summer
More Japanese news… “the Allen Ginsberg-inspired capsule”? – Some fervid debate in the “Comments” section here – “This is everything Allen Ginsberg stood against. These guys obviously know nothing about Allen Ginsberg or what he was all about. The poor guy must be turning in his grave” – (which elicits the response: “Please enlighten us. He was against materialism, which could be related … Read More
AG; So Dylan Thomas did them even funnier – [Editorial note – “pattern poems” in Vision and Prayer (1945)] – He’s got one that (goes)… “I turn the corner of prayer and. burn/ In a blessing of the sudden/ Sun. In the name of the damned/ I would turn back and run/ To the hidden land/ But the loud sun/ Christens down/ The sky./ I..” – ( so, there’s just one little bar-line in the middle – “I’) – “Am found./ O let him/ Scald me and drown/ … Read More
AG: And then we have George Herbert (that we got to.. ) [Allen begins searching in. the anthology] – (now) where does he begin? – he begins after (Henry) King... ) – “Easter Wings” – and, the Easter Wings, I guess you know (or do you?) that Dylan Thomas wrote things like that? – your friend, Dylan Thomas? – He wrote diamonds [diamond-shaped poems]. He has.. Dylan Thomas has a series of poems that look like that – ever seen them? – and then, (like “Easter Wings”) – he was actually imitating Herbert – he also had … Read More
Gregory Corso: Well, you know, like, it’s almost a mental dictatorship, you know, because you can’t get off the highway. To go to another restaurant or something, you have to keep on the turnpike. And so they’re all similar. And it looks like a big bathroom as soon as you go in. And nothing is moving but the Coca-Cola machines and the cocoa machines, just turning, great symbols turning, great undersea silence.
Allen Ginsberg-Dylan Thomas. Here’s Allen’s account, “Late April 1952” from Journals, Early Fifties, Early Sixties of a booze-fueled (natch!) brief-but-frustrating encounter. Allen was 26 and Thomas 37. Thomas would be dead by November the following year..
“Left Dylan Thomas and someone else with a big bruise on right forehead – thin mediocre type – in cab on 6th Avenue, 15 minutes ago. I was in San Remo sitting relaxed towards closing time when they walked in. I only half-recognized him