allen ginsberg, Autumn season, Charles Mingus, dVerse Poets Pub, Gary Snyder, Howling our way through, Jazz Music, October, Sanaa Rizvi, Spontaneous writing, The Beat Generation
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“There is not beat poetry, or a beat novel, or beat painting. Beat is a poetic conception, an attitude toward the world.” – Allen Ginsberg
Hello dVerse Poets!
Sanaa here (aka adashofsunny) to stir your muse once again. The month of October has always been symbolic for me, be it in terms of personal fulfillment or the fact that it’s Autumn in the Northern Hemisphere.
As though nature’s editor has taken a shift change, as if a poet who adores greens has taken rest to focus on earthen hues instead. Today, we will be discussing Allen Ginsberg and the Beat Generation.
The Beat Generation was a literary movement that began after the Second World War and is known for its liberal attitude towards life.
It was a movement that concentrated on re-thinking the way that writers regarded contemporary culture, the past and the future. And so, the writing that came from this generation explored the ‘human condition.’ This meant writing openly about darker subjects.
The Beat Generation was discussed earlier by Beth Winter in Pretzels & Bullfights in detail which you can find and read here. I highly recommend that you do.
AT TOWER PEAK by Gary Snyder
Every tan rolling meadow will turn into housing
Freeways are clogged all day
Academies packed with scholars writing papers
City people lean and dark
This land most real
As its western-tending golden slopes
And bird-entangled central valley swamps
Sea-lion, urchin coasts
Into the aromatic almost-Mexican hills
Along a range of granite peaks
The names forgotten,
An eastward running river that ends out in desert
The chipping ground-squirrels in the tumbled blocks
The gloss of glacier ghost on slab
Where we wake refreshed from ten hours sleep
After a long day’s walking
Packing burdens to the snow
Wake to the same old world of no names,
No things, new as ever, rock and water,
Cool dawn birdcalls, high jet contrails.
A day or two or million, breathing
A few steps back from what goes down
In the current realm.
A kind of ice age, spreading, filling valleys
Shaving soils, paving fields, you can walk in it
Live in it, drive through it then
It melts away
For whatever sprouts
After the age of frozen hearts.
Flesh-carved rock and gusts on the summit,
Smoke from forest fires is white,
The haze above the distant valley like a dusk.
It’s just one world, this spine of rock and streams
And snow, and the wash of gravels, silts
Sands, bunchgrasses, saltbrush, bee-fields,
Twenty million human people, downstream, here below.
The most important writers of this time period were Herbert Huncke, Jack Kerouac, Gary Snyder, Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, and Lucien Carr.
The phrase “Beat Generation” was invented by Jack Kerouac in 1948 with the initial connotation of weary as in tired of the status quo, but also incorporating a musical meaning from the relationship with jazz and further evolving into meaning beatific as spirituality was embraced.
The Beat poets sought to write in an authentic and unfettered style. “First thought, best thought” was how central Beat poet Allen Ginsberg described their method of spontaneous writing. They took inspiration from jazz musicians, surrealists, metaphysical poets, visionary poets such as William Blake, and haiku and Zen poetry.
Which brought me to question, exactly what kind of poetry would transpire if we at dVerse employ this style of writing?
“Howl” by Allen Ginsberg
‘Howl’ is without a doubt Ginsberg’s best-known poem. It’s also known as ‘Howl for Carl Solomon,’ and was published in 1956 in Howl and Other Poems. It was described as “a lament for the Lamb in American with instances of remarkable lamb-like youths.” Ginsberg wanted the poem to express the pent-up frustrations of his generation and the artistic possibilities. Here is an excerpt from the poem.
Who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine
in Paradise Alley, death,
or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol
and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud
and lightning in the mind leaping
toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating
all the motionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery
dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops,
storefront boroughs of teahead joyride,
neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon
and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn,
ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride
from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine
until the noise of wheels and children brought them down
and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance
in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out
and sat through the stale beer afternoon
in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom
on the hydrogen jukebox…
(Read full poem here)
In “Howl,” Ginsberg sought to draw inspiration from the epic, free verse style of 19th-century poet Walt Whitman. Both of them wrote passionately about the promise and betrayal of the American democracy, the central importance of erotic experience, and the spiritual quest for the truth of everyday existence.
And it’s relevant, when we come to think of it, aren’t we as poets fueled by the desire to lament, to protest, and to write freely about things?
Sources: City Hermit: The Style of Allen Ginsberg and The Beat Generation: explanation, examples and origin.
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Speaking of Beat Generation and musical meaning from the relationship with jazz, here is a forgotten treasure “Scenes in the City,” by Charles Mingus.
Scenes in the City by Charles Mingus
Well, here I am right back where I was yesterday
And the day before, and the day before that
Sitting on a high barstool
Holding my dreams up to the sound of Jazz music
I live uptown, where? I don’t exactly know
I’m always downtown
And it seems I’m always with the blues
I talk to myself in public places and hum jazz tunes
I love Jazz
But soon I have to make it uptown
To that old furnished room of mine
I guess that’s why I stall so long downtown
But I like the Cafe bars down here
Especially the ones across the street from theaters
I once wanted to be on the stage
But this is the closest I’ll ever get to one
I couldn’t afford a seat next to the ceiling
That was Jazz music you heard blastin out
Now I got fifteen cents between me and starvation
I’ll prolly hafta walk all the way uptown
Cause I’m playin that music again.
Listen to the full song below:
For Today’s Poetics, I want you all to write in the style of the Beat Generation. Pour out the first thought, the first thing that comes to mind and let the words take you forward.
Feel free to write about darker (more under-rated) subjects. The aim here is to explore the “human condition,” and to write spontaneously. Shall we?
New to dVerse? Here’s how to join in:
- Write a poem in response to the challenge.
- Enter a link directly to your poem and your name by clicking Mr. Linky below
- You will find links to other poets and more will join so please do check
- back later in order to read their poems.
- Read and comment on other poets’ work– we all come here to have our poems read.
- Please link back to dVerse from your site/blog.
Welcome to dVerse Poetics, everyone!
On the menu, we have scallops with grapefruit-onion salad and sauvignon Blanc, Beet risotto with rose champagne or if you prefer, we also have dark chocolate and cherry scones with coffee/tea of your choice.
Let me know if there is anything else you’d like. See you on the poetry trail! 💘💘
Hi Sanaa. That is a delicious menu – I will have warm dark chocolate with cherry scones. Thanks for hosting.
Warm dark chocolate with cherry scones coming right up 🙂 Happy Tuesday, Grace! 💘💘
Laura Bloomsbury said:
I’d opt for scallops but its the eve of Yom Kippur and so I’m fasting now 😉
May fasting go smoothly for you, my dearest Laura 🥰
Laura Bloomsbury said:
thank you – I appreciate that so much!
You’re welcome 🥰🥰🥰
Hi Sanaa! I enjoy writing about the cityscape as I work in the city. Admire the fire in Ginsberg’s writing. Thanks for hosting.
I am so pleased you liked the prompt, Grace! 😀 Just returned from reading your lovely poem ~
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Ha.. lots of good things on the menu… it was strangely easy to write once you started… just go on in the beat spirit… I think to keep with the theme we should have mescaline or something like that… but i think I go with the scones and some herbal tea.
Herbal tea and scones coming right up! 💘 I so loved your poem, Bjorn 😀
Laura Bloomsbury said:
This poetry group is my least favourite so I did not think I could write anything, but I loved the challenge and thank you for encouraging the Muse to go off beat
You took my breath away with your poem, Laura! It is remarkable! 💘💘
Laura Bloomsbury said:
thank you for your glowing words ❤
You’re most welcome! ❤❤
My early heroes, the beats! I met Allen Ginsberg once and he signed my copies of “Howl” and “Iron Horse”. He was curious where I had gotten “Iron Horse” which I picked up while traveling through California a very long time ago. “Howl” is one of my favorite poems of all time, and one of the poems that showed me what poetry can really do, and express. The Beats have to be taken within the context of their time to understand them. To the modern ear, they are sexist, undisciplined and tend to glorify the cheap, the stoned, and the tawdry. But considered in terms of the stiflingly conservative 1950’s, they were revolutionary, original, and explosive. I’m so glad that you chose them for your theme this time, Sanaa.
I am so pleased you liked the prompt, Shay! Yes, they instantly appealed to me and I knew I just had to go with it this month 🙂 Happy Tuesday 💘💘
My favorite era of poets!!! Cheers to you Sanaa! Chilled wine of the day for me, you chose well.
Yayyy! Looks like I hit a home run with this one 😀 Chilled wine for the lovely lady, happy Tuesday! Cheers! 💘💘
Good evening poets, and thank you Sanaa for hosting with a beat prompt. After reading the poems so far, I’m pleasantly surprised at the remarkable talent. I have to disappear for now, but look forward to more beat poetry in the morning.
I am enjoying the poems so far as well! See you tomorrow morning, Kim! Sleep well 😘
Hi Sanaa and all! A very challenging as well as inspiring prompt. Thanks for hosting.
Have been busy the last couple of days and tomorrow being a holiday will be busy too.
What I have shared will need further tweaking. Will catch up with reading as soon as time permits. Good night, everyone.
I look forward to reading you, Punam! Sleep well! 💘💘
great prompt tonight
good night all, i will catch your poems in the morning
good night all
I am so pleased you liked the prompt! Happy Tuesday 💘💘
Gillena Cox said:
Very interesting prompt Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Gillena 🥰 Happy Tuesday 💘💘
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Rob Kistner said:
Great prompt Sanaa! The beats, a wonderful cast of characters, still resonant in our culture. Thank you for hosting my friend! 🙂✌🏼❤️
I am so pleased you liked the prompt ☺️ I am looking forward to coming back in the morning to read and comment 💘💘
The hotel they all stayed in was called The Beat Hotel and that’s where the name comes from. Who the Beat poets were depends on who one asks but Gregory Corso ought to be on the list I think. Keeping in mind how much drugs and alcohol they used, it’s a wonder any of them survived beyond 50! I’ll try and write for this a bit later.
That is so interesting, thank you so much for sharing. I look forward to reading what you come up with! Happy Tuesday 💘💘
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Thank you for this Sanaa, I’m in heaven with such heroes of the Beat.
I am so pleased you enjoyed the prompt, Paul! I just returned from reading your poem. Love it! 💘💘
Thank you so much Sanaa
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Ah don’t tell me I’ve missed the deadline again! Mr. Linky is closed. Oh well, here’s the link to my Allen Ginsberg prompt contribution anyways. 👍😁
Paula Light said:
I also missed the deadline 😞
I hate deadlines!