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May 12, 2012

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Speaking to the English daily newspaper The Guardian in recent times the actor Nick Nolte - who played the role of Neal Cassady in the late 1970s film Heart Beat, said - "There was a whole generation in America that didn't even know its own subculture: the Beats. That couldn't happen today. A subculture wouldn't last more than 10 days before advertising agents would be on to it."

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In the current issue of Beat Scene there is a page on Serendipity Bookstore in Berkeley, California. Run by Peter Howard for decades, it was a monumental book place and we reflected on that and the owner. Sadly Peter Howard died and the premises and his massive stock were sold by a major international auction house. I may have been a little hard on Peter Howard and his manner in the article. He could be abrasive. But there was obviously a softer aspect to him, as his many friends and associates have noted. Looking in my diary for 1981 recently, a bit of research for something, I came across an entry for September of that year where I had a little correspondence with Howard. I'd completely forgotten how he had given me a lovely 'Captain Beefheart' concert poster as a gift after I'd bought a few books there a few weeks earlier. I knew a friend who was really keen on Beefheart, I've never been enamoured of him, apart from 'Diddy Wah Diddy,' and passed the poster onto him. He was delighted. Back home I got a letter from Peter Howard a few weeks later and he asked if I could obtain a poster from an exhibition that was running at the Natural History Museum in London just then. I managed to get the poster, it was a beauty, and airmailed it off to Peter Howard in a tube. Things were slower then and it wasn't until a few weeks later that a little package came from California. In it was a lovely copy of an early Kerouac novel, not a first but a lovely edition and not something you'd find easily outside America back then. I'd completely forgotten his kindness. The book and the letter remain on my shelves still. So, a little like Bukowski, Peter Howard had a Bluebird in his heart, and now and then he let it sing.

The Beat Scene Press will soon be publishing JACK KEROUAC'S LAST NIGHT IN NORTHPORT by Patrick Fenton. It will be number 36 in the chapbook series. An edition of 125 numbered copies. It will be £6.95 in the UK and £7.95 everywhere else. If you live in the UK and would like to pre-order a copy, click the button below. Overseas please email me and I'll send you a link or sort something out with you.

 

In the chaos that is the Beat Scene subscriber mailout, something I both look forward to and dread because whilst I've got the fillip of a new issue there is the slog of mailing them - I overlooked to mention the new Beat Scene Press chapbook is out. WHATNOT: A CONVERSATION WITH PHILIP WHALEN by David Meltzer is number 35 in the series. 125 numbered copies. Whalen has always been a favourite of mine. A quicksilver mind. And I must thank David Meltzer for giving me permission to publish it. If you would like a copy, it is in the usual 8" x 5" little brown cover format, click the link below.

  Beat Scene 67 has been out for a few days and is almost sold out. It includes Jack Kerouac (see front cover above), William Burroughs, Black Mountaineer Basil King, Ed Sanders, Charles Bukowski, George Whitman, Doctor Sax, Maggie Cassidy, On the Road & more. If you would like to purchase a copy it is £7.95 in the UK. There is a UK Paypal button below. Scroll further down for an OVERSEAS BUTTON.

A beautiful poem by Michael McClure is available to read at the Poetry Foundation site. "The Chamber" is dedicated to Jack Kerouac. Click here to read it. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/241728

The Poetry Project have made available a whole series of poetry readings made for cable television in America in the 1970s. These were very low budget programmes made in black and white, yet the series recorded many fine poets. Ed Sanders and Ted Berrigan feature, as does Joanne Kyger. Here's a link to the Joanne Kyger recording, made in March 1978. The reading lasts about 28 minutes. Good stuff. Just scroll down til you reach Joanne's show. http://poetryproject.org/history/public-access-poetry

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Reading through the exchange of letters between Jack Kerouac and his Lowell friend Sebasatian Sampas during the very early 1940s, in THE SEA IS MY BROTHER -  it was difficult not to be touched by their youthful idealism and agonies as they made their way in life. Sampas was as artistically inclined as Kerouac and my mind sometimes forgot that he wasn't a young Allen Ginsberg. The letters were so reminiscent of the ones that he and Kerouac shared just a short while later. Jack obviously felt a deep need to put his views onto paper and test them out with others. When Sebastian died in 1943 it seems Ginsberg and others replaced him in the letter writing stakes. The Sampas/Kerouac flurry of letters, the Sampas letters predominate, some of Kerouac's are lost, presumably because Sampas was in the army and things were often chaotic for him, reveal an individual in thrall to William Saroyan and Thomas Wolfe. And so was Kerouac. Sebastian even writes to Saroyan, calling him 'Bill,' and extolling the virtues of his friend Jack Kerouac and his budding writing skills. And, of course, telling Saroyan how great they both think he is and expressing his dismay that one of his plays has been poorly received when shown in New York theatres. The letters chart the ups and downs of their long distance friendship, Jack and Sebastian, once boyhood pals in Lowell, are now rarely in the same place, it is a litany of proposed meetings, get togethers, hopes, dreams, shared friends, gossip, their respective writing developments, aspirations to see the world together. Sampas seems highly strung, very sensitive, at odds with his times, his life and surroundings, sees beauty everywhere and awfulness as well. Lives for the arts, poetry, plays, classical music, girls, jazz. Does that sound like Kerouac too? Yes it does, doesn't it. They could be brothers and indeed they are in everything but name. The war takes its toll on them both, Sampas sees things no one should ever see, especially when he is hardly out of his teens. The ruin that war brings. And it goes on forever doesn't it. Maimed lives, while politicians talk of 'economic growth.' Inevitably the war moves them apart, creates shifts in their thinking, their loosely knit group of 'Prometheans' is sorely tested. Sampas clings to the ideals til he dies, Kerouac less so. For Sampas the letters must have helped him enormously as he endured the brutality of army life. And he too shows startling stylistic changes in his poetry as he edges towards his end. His Wolfian and Saroyanesque stylings giving way to a leaner approach. Sampas was a massive figure in Kerouac's life. He features heavily in THE TOWN AND THE CITY of course and again right at the conclusion of Kerouac's  life with VANITY OF DULUOZ. And, as the footnotes alongside these letters point out, he crops up in unlikely settings in things such as MEXICO CITY BLUES. It is hard to shake off the impression that had he lived we might have been talking about him in the way we do about Kerouac and all his gang.

Years ago Beat Scene did a few pages on the American cartoonist Robert Crumb. And since then we've done nothing. Crumb has always got me confused. I like his draughtmanship, he can really draw stuff. He's what I'd call a proper artist. No unmade beds or sharks in vinegar. But his style seemed preoccupied with females and their anatomy and sex. He's wasting his talents I often thought. I recall the Arena film documentary screened by the BBC many years ago and that too intrigued me. Whatever you thought about him he has had an interesting and full life. Reading his book of letters, Your Vigor For Life Appalls Me, was equally thought provoking. A month or two back the English daily newspaper THE GUARDIAN, ran an article on him and one critics take on what he does. Crumb is prolific, of course he's illustrated a couple of Charles Bukowski books into the bargain and they were just right. Here's a link to that Guardian piece. Crikey, the English newspaper scene would be a much sadder place without The Guardian. http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2011/jan/12/robert-crumb

 

                                                                              

A little reminder this morning on the national radio news, Classic FM to be precise, how peripheral the Beat Generation can be. It was announced that Jack Nicholson's leading role in ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST had been voted the best ever performance in a movie....ever. The news reader said his performance as Randle P. McMurphy in 'Ken Kaycee's' novel was brilliant. I nearly choked on my toast. A classic book of the Twentieth Century, adapted for the silver screen in the 1970s and seen by countless millions over the years, a pivotal point in just how we perceive the way things really are, just how the lunatics really are running the asylum and still, still, still, they get Ken Kesey's name all wrong. I ask you, do they get Tony Blair's name wrong, Ronald Reagan, Martin Amis? Does J.K. Rowling suffer this indignity? It drives it home to me that the Beat Generation, and to me 'Ken Kaycee' is very much part of all that, a loose knit generation we know, yet all held together by a common bond, they wrote for change - they remain outsiders, some kind of rabble for having the audacity, the nerve, to question the accepted notions of reality, truth, how things are. They say don't believe everything you hear in the media, this is especially true when they can't even get the names right. Here's Jack Nicholson below, his name was read out correctly.

Jack Kerouac would have been 90 recently had he fought the demon drink just a little harder. To counter the many negative reviews, put downs, that come Kerouac's way, even today - here's a link from a three page review of his Windblown World journals book from around 2004 and published in the New York Times. Very thought provoking. Have a read and see what you think. As Kerouac's words from his youth get published it is important that his more mature journals and diaries don't get bypassed.

http://www.nytimes.com/2004/10/10/books/review/10KIRNL.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1

 

See a trailer for ON THE ROAD, the new film by Walter Salles here. http://www.totalfilm.com/news/watch-the-on-the-road-trailer-online-now

 

As a few of you will know Jim Burns is deputy editor of my magazine Beat Scene and a regular contributor to it. Jim has written passionately and with great insight about the Beats, American writers, jazz, poetry of an often alternative kind of poetry and much more over the years. He has published a string of poetry collections and had a few collections of his erudite essays published. Here's a link to his very new collection, BRITS, BEATS & OUTSIDERS, published by The Penniless Press in the UK. http://www.pennilesspress.co.uk/books/PPP.htm#BRITS,_BEATS_AND_OUTSIDERS_

Here is a link to an article he wrote about the publishing and bookselling world a few years ago. It stands the test of time.

http://www.pennilesspress.co.uk/prose/in_praise_of_booksellers.htm

A few people have asked about THE FACE ON THE FORK: A WILLIAM BURROUGHS TRIPTYCH, a recent chapbook in the Beat Scene series. By Iain Sinclair, it is a work originally begun in the 1960s, which Iain very kindly allowed me to publish. All copies were signed and numbered in an edition of 125. NOW ALL GONE.

 


   Out Now from the Beat Scene Press, Jack Kerouac's Visions of Cody...the Long Road by yours truly. It is a chapbook in the regular style of all Beat Scene Press chapbooks, measuring 8" x 5" but it isn't a little brown book, not in that series. It is an edition of just one hundred copies, all numbered. I've started mailing out pre-ordered copies and you should be receiving yours soon. If you want to order a copy there is a box below.


Stretching back to much earlier Beat Scene days, there are just a handful of issue 24 still available. A Jan Kerouac cover (Nelson Algren on the rear). There was stuff on Allen Ginsberg, an interview with Ann Charters, shenanigans at the NYC Kerouac conference, reported on by Gerald Nicosia, an extract from a play about Kerouac that was being performed in London at the time, Terry Southern, Ken Kesey & more. It'll be gone and then only available from rip off rare book dealers who'll want your arm and leg. If you would like a copy of this back issue there is a button below.


 

A very dark morning. Christmas is a fading memory, if I ever remembered it. Did I remember it? Nah, not really. Stuck in a broken down car in a London street. Trip to the big city cut short and spending Christmas evening in a near deserted service station outside Oxford. We'll laugh about it later. But there on the doormat 7.30 a.m. on the last day of the year is an unexpected last flurry of post and a packet from California. Inside is a big paperback, the work of poet and writer Jack Foley and artist Helen Breger. SKETCHES POETICAL. Wow, this is nice, I think as I thumb through it with my porridge, light gradually coming to the day. Breger has been sketching poets in bookstore readings around California for a very long time, there they are, grumpy Kenneth Rexroth, physically tortured Kenneth Patchen, sad eyed Kerouac, Dharma bum Snyder, everyman Ferlinghetti, the everso influential Robert Duncan, railroad man Neal Cassady, jailbird Ezra Pound, Brautigan, name change Leroi Jones, giant Charles Olson, the enduring Joanne Kyger, Jack Foley's friend Michael McClure, heavily bearded Ginsberg, heartbreaker Robert Creeley and there's more, Kay Boyle, TS Eliot, Theodore Roethke, James Broughton, Dizzy Gillespie et al. The sketches, and you can trace how Breger evolves with time, plus the impressions of Jack Foley on the art and the poets. A lovely package that deserves the attention of poetry lovers everywhere.  Contact Jack Foley at 2569 Maxwell Avenue, Oakland, California 94601, USA. Email jandafoley@sbcglobal.net

Beat Scene 66 has been mailed off to all subscribers. You should have your copy now. To all you subscribers, THANK YOU for sticking with me. It's easy to click a few buzzers and bells and get your information on the internet. But you guys, being a little more discerning, make things possible. The aim is to continue far into the future and I hope you come along for the ride.

REALLY TRULY Absolutely dedicated to the Beat Generation and nothing else besides THEM. At all Ever.......... ...65

To say I needed cheering up is an understatement. And news of an obscure sort of publication from English writer Iain Sinclair really did cheer me up no end. It arrived in the post yesterday, December 20. BLAKE'S LONDON: THE TOPOGRAPHICAL SUBLIME is published by The Swedenborg Society and is a handsome little hardcover book with a wraparound cover enhancing the nice detail and attention that has gone into the production. The text is a transcript of a talk that Iain Sinclair presented at the Society in November 2007. I've not read it yet, but will lift my spirits with the anticipation of doing so in very near future. Those of you who know Iain's writing will realise that he and London are inseparable and so this book fits the bill perfectly. The Swedenborg Society, 20-21 Bloomsbury way, London WC1A 2TH (ISBN 978-0-85448-170-5) http://www.swedenborg.org.uk/bookshop/new_releases/blakes_london_the_topographic_sublime

Hurrah for broadcaster Paul Morley on the very recent BBC television show The Review Show. In a panel of four, Morley stoutly defended and praised the new Jack Kerouac book THE SEA IS MY BROTHER. He saw the book for what it was, the first novel of a very young man burning to be a real writer. He found merit in Kerouac's literary questing, his ambition to do something different with the novel form, his taking on board the qualities of his influences, Whitman, Proust and so on. The other critics on the show were indifferent, in particular the prof from the University of East Anglia, a specialist in American Lit no less, who was sort of hostile to Kerouac. I think she made the comment that Kerouac only wrote one decent book - beggars belief. Paul Morley pointed to the fact that Kerouac has become iconic, almost a celebrity and is feted in that sense, sidelining his literary talents. I felt here, and it isn't rocket science I know, he understood pretty well what had happened to Kerouac.  Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not making a case for THE SEA IS MY BROTHER as book of the year, far from it - though as a Kerouac avid it comes high on my list - just as AND THE HIPPOS WERE BOILED IN THEIR TANKS and ORPHEUS EMERGED were not Kerouac's finest. BUT, they do give us insight into his development, they fill our curiosity surely? If we knew about them - as we suspected they existed for decades - and they remained unpublished we'd be up in arms. So Paul Morley gets a big thumbs up from me for flying in the face of indifference to clearly see Kerouac's importance in the social history of our times and to see that it might be important to read what he was up to as a twenty year old rookie. There is a link to the show here. Kerouac is the last item, so you might want to scroll along.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b017v741/The_Review_Show_25_11_2011/

Thanks to Eddie Woods for telling me about this BBC page on the recent publication of Jack Kerouac's THE SEA IS MY BROTHER. The writer of the article damns him with very faint praise, sadly. In the little interview clip, Stuart Evers is far more positive, while seeing the book for what it is in the early days of Kerouac's writing life. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-15870925

 

Thanks to Daniel Bratton for sending this photo of Allen Ginsberg with Leslie Fiedler in Fiedler's back garden in the Buffalo, New York area after Ginsberg had done a reading at SUNY at Buffalo. Not sure of date, possibly later in the 1960s.

FINDING JOSEF ALBERS

It is Sunday, November 13, 2011. It is such a crisp and pleasant early winter day that we decide to drive into town, leave the car at the station and catch the train for a twenty mile trip to Birmingham to see a couple of things at the galleries there. Its years since I’ve been. Last time was an exhibition of some photo realist paintings by Ralph Goings and others. I liked one so much I got a large print and it remains on the wall at home to this day. A diner photo. A guy is sitting on a stool at the counter with his back to the artist, or so it seems. He is looking out through a large window. Any minute now he will turn around. We catch the train. It is so full. People are standing. The usual whirr and hiss of portable music stuff, headphones, bags, restless people. Thankfully it is a brief trip and we are out into the streets of Birmingham. For a Sunday lunchtime it is incredibly busy. Walking up the pedestrianised street uphill towards the main square, town hall and the gallery area, I reflect on how this used to be a busy road with cars dominating. Good to see it has been given back to the people. It feels so much better.                                                                                                                  

The first museum is a bit of a let down. There isn’t much art, lots of ceramics, jewelry. I remember Birmingham has a renowned ‘jewelry quarter.’ So we go around the corner to a quiet street and find another gallery. Or is it an extension of the one we’ve just been in? I’m unsure. But the art is here. Lots of Pre-Raphaelites of course, Holman Hunt, Bourne-Jones and the like. Some really big name European artists. It’s so hot in there and after a while I’m getting battle fatigue. A kind of creeping overload. The senses are struggling to cope. So many names. And just at a point where the legs plead to rest, there he is. The Black Mountain man. Josef Albers. Tucked onto a corner site. Almost invisible. Out of place amongst these European grand names. He played a significant role in struggling to keep that weird and wonderful college in Carolina thriving. And was a real mainstay over the years there. Just a little piece of his art. Almost invisible, pale – almost not there. Faint lines, impressions on a cream background. What was he doing with it? And how did he end up in this provincial English city all these years later? I sit down and wonder if anyone knows his name, his history, how he is part of a doomed experiment in alternative education in an obscure and at the time fairly remote region of the USA almost eighty years ago? He seems lost amongst the massive waves of colour around him. The medieval religious art, the biblical art. Why does religion feature so much in art? There is little information about Albers in the card below his framed creation. It saddens me. He should be reunited with others he did, in a collection. I’m glad he’s here for me to see, even though it does little for me. I like his spirit. Birmingham on a winter’s day is no place for this American innovator.

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Michael McClure was 79 on October 20. In 1989 he was on Radio KPFA in the Bay Area. You'll know that this radio station is something of a legendary establishment, the kind of radio station you'd want in your town. Going since the 1940s when Kenneth Rexroth held court there, it is free from mainstream influence. In this two hour show Michael McClure plays some of his favourite music at that time and discusses why he likes the things he's playing. From Beethoven to Howling Wolf. Good stuff. http://www.archive.org/details/MC_1989_07_06

You'll find a whole page of information and links marking Michael McClure's birthday on the terrific Allen Ginsberg site at http://ginsbergblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-michael-mcclure.html

 

NEW COURT RULING IN JACK KEROUAC ESTATE CASE - AS OF AUGUST 2011. FINAL DECISION

It is reported that in August it seems the Florida courts finally decided that the estate of Jack Kerouac was wrongfully appropriated after it was declared that Kerouac's mother's signature had been forged - it is claimed. Up until now Jack's nephew Paul Blake had been unable to take action to secure ownership of his uncle's estate. With this final court ruling, which I am told is unappealable, Paul can now begin what will likely prove to be a long legal journey to secure rightful ownership. You will recall that Kerouac's last letter was to Paul - in it he gave everything to him. The wrangling over the ownership of Jack Kerouac's estate has cast a dark and seedy shadow over his name in the past decades. Much of his archive has been sold to private auction and lost forever to the public during that time. At the height of the controversy some years ago Beat Scene took the line that Kerouac's estate was not being handled properly and that Jan Kerouac was being marginalised by the then owners of the estate. We still hold that view and look forward to a time when Jack Kerouac's estate is in the hands of Paul Blake, Jack Kerouac's sister Nin's son. Surely then it will be administered in a caring and thoughtful way and not just for personal gain. Just as Jack Kerouac would have wanted back in 1969 when he had $97 in his wallet. He wanted above all to be recognised as a writer. Let his estate set the tone where he is seen to be just that. We wish Paul Blake and his associates the best of luck in his legal journey. And feel sure he will act at all times to maintain his uncles good name.

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The new Hope Savage: Mystery Girl chapbook was issued a couple of weeks ago and the run is now sold out. Thank you to those who purchased a copy. This is number 32 in the Beat Scene Press Pocket Book series. It is an edition of 125 numbered copies.

Beat Scene 65 cover image below. Click on the Paypal button below image to order your copy.


A still below from the forthcoming ON THE ROAD movie.

 

This is  a site always dedicated to America's  Beat Generation and all the associated people and promoting the magazine BEAT SCENE (a real paper magazine) which is totally focused on them, concentrating on them historically and in a contemporary way with interviews, news, profiles, reviews, photos. The magazine has been published since 1988. Which of course makes it now twenty three years old. I don't plan on putting up articles here from the paper magazine. I get asked when I'm going to do this quite amazingly. (Talk about shooting myself in the foot) - My preference is always for a printed magazine. Something you can actually hold in your hands.

There is a new chapbook out now, number 31 in the Beat Scene Press series.  Al Hinkle: Last Man Standing by Stephen Edington. 125 numbered copies. You will know Al Hinkle as Ed Dunkel in On The Road. In this chapbook Al recalls his times with Neal and Jack. If you would like a copy click on the button below.

Beat Scene 64 was issued a while ago, that's Gary Snyder on the cover, a terrific photo taken by his friend Giuseppe Morretti. Gary likes the cover and the Peter Coyote essay on him inside. There's big stuff on William Burroughs, of course, ex Digger Peter Coyote on Gary Snyder, William Everson at Waldport, big interview with Diane di Prima, Sinclair Beiles, interview with Anne Waldman, Janine Pommy Vega, Jim Burns on Hipsters and much more. If you would like a copy and you live outside the UK there is a button below.

Ken Kesey reading a copy of a very old issue of Beat Scene, number 18 in fact. Photo taken for the magazine by Alan Balliett in West Virginia (who also conducted an interview with Ken for the magazine at the time.)

UK ONLY button right below. At £5 a copy.

Transit 24 is available now. It includes writing on Jack Kerouac by Gregory Stephenson, an interview with William Burroughs, extracts from Gael Turnbull's 'Beat Hotel' journals relating to Allen Ginsberg and William Burroughs and Corso in Paris in 1958, plus poetry from Diane di Prima, Barry Gifford, Jack Hirschman, Neeli Cherkovski, Dan Propper, Sam Charters and stuff on Beat films. Copies are £6.95 for overseas, button below.

Thank you to the 40 people who responded to the mailout for the recent TALKING WITH GINSBERG chapbook. I appreciate it. It is in an edition of 125 numbered copies. Another chapbook will follow that quite quickly. If you would like a copy click the button below.

 

  Having just viewed Nic Saunders film At Apollinaire's Grave, it struck me, how on earth do you finance such a minority interest project like that? Looking at the box the disc is housed in there is no telltale sign of funding from any organisation, just the logo for Nic's film company 14167 Films. So where does he find the loot to bankroll what must be a very expensive little film, it runs to 25 minutes? Taking as his lead Allen Ginsberg's 1958 poem At Apollinaire's Grave, when he and others were holed up at the Beat Hotel in the Latin Quarter in Paris, this lovingly shot little gem takes an easy pace to Pere Lachaise and the actual grave of the man himself. I'm still taking the film in and to be honest don't want to spoil it for you. Following on from his film Curses and Sermons, based around the work of Michael McClure, it is evident Nic Saunders feels at home amongst the Beat poets. However he doesn't take the conventional route when filming, At Apollinaire's Grave will surprise you. Check it out. www.14167films.com

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  Did you see the movie of HOWL yet? It has been screened at a few places outside London in recent days. I've just watched it at the Warwick Arts Centre in Coventry. True to form there were about fifteen people in the audience. I don't know how many will turn up at screenings this week. Maybe to the students (the cinema is on the Warwick University campus site) just don't connect with something that happened well over fifty years ago. These old poets might be old hat to them. Very old hat. Yet you might imagine the presence of James Franco might tempt the students away from their laptops and blackberrys? He certainly caught the speech patterns of Ginsberg pretty good. I'd say in mainstream cinema terms the movie was fairly low budget. The courtroom scenes, the kind of face to face interview with Franco as Allen, documentary footage, the very impressive Six Gallery recreation. Though I would have liked to see a little of the other poets in that reading, Snyder, Lamantia, Whalen, McClure, if only to better put it in context. Erick Drooker's animation is wonderful, as it is in other Ginsberg books, a big plus for the film in fact. Don't want to spoil your enjoyment by saying too much, well worth a visit if you can get to a screening. But the small audience confirmed to me that this Beat Generation thing is really a minority aspect of our society. The things they did resonate still in so many ways, yet they are dimming as time flies past.

As a footnote to above, see this 8 minute film from the Asia Society about Allen Ginsberg in India. http://asiasociety.org/video/arts-culture/the-beats-india

http://www.telegraph21.com/video/william-s-burroughs-a-man-within

Interesting 4 minute snippet from a recent documentary film on William Burroughs. Click the link above.

As the Monty Python team used to say, 'and now for something completely different.' In this morning's post came a book NICK DRAKE: THE PINK MOON FILES edited by Jason Creed. Now Nick Drake, who died in the mid 1970s, is a million miles from the Beat Generation and is totally out of sync with this site. So please indulge me. I'm a big fan of Nick Drake and I was back in 1969 when he put out the first of the three vinyl LPs he would release in his short life. Tracks like TIME HAS TOLD ME from the gorgeous FIVE LEAVES LEFT album just hooked me. I didn't know then that Nick came from just down the road in Tanworth in Arden, a little village in the green belt outside Coventry. He even played a rare live date at Coventry Teacher Training College, which didn't go well. After buying his first album, it was followed by BRYTER LATER and PINK MOON, all three albums on the wonderful Island label of course. In 1972 I met my wife and in her little record collection of Traffic, Tim Buckley, Leonard Cohen, King Crimson, Bell & Arc, Captain Beefheart and others, was Nick Drake. I knew instantly she was the girl for me. It is doubtful that Nick even sold a couple of thousand of any of his three albums in his lifetime. My lovely wife is a woman of very good taste. In the mid 1970s we were wondering when the next Nick Drake album was coming out and we wrote to Island Records, a few days later we got a hand written reply with a little book of Nick's lyrics telling us Nick had been found dead a week or so earlier. Remember this is the 1970s, no internet, not Ipads, we didn't even have a phone, not many people did back then. There was a tiny mention in the NME or Melody Maker and that was it. How sad to learn of this so premature passing. But we carried on loving these three albums. In the late 1980s and early 1990s I put together a music magazine called Zip Code, it was mostly a poor thing, but now and then it had moments, interviews with Nirvana and John Martyn being two things I recall. And there was an interview with producer Joe Boyd that I'm pleased to have done. Though it very nearly didn't happen. It did and we talked all about Nick Drake, whom Joe nurtured and produced. Joe was businesslike and I would have enjoyed more time to ask questions but it got done. Now that interview has resurfaced in the book mentioned above, along with a whole bunch of other Nick Drake interviews and articles. I'm pleased to be in there. For Nick Drake fans, and his name has reached so many more people in the past decade or so, this book will be a dream. It is published by Omnibus. I'm off to put FIVE LEAVES LEFT on the turntable.

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Just back from visiting the Beat photography exhibition at the National Theatre on London's South Bank complex. (We also managed to see a Peter Blake exhibit, which was a disappointment, but that is another story) - On a bitterly cold day this particular part of London is not always a good place to be. As far as I can ascertain, entrance to the building is tricky, through a series of walkways. The Siberian blasts whipping across the Thames made it uncomfortable. The 'Brutalist' concrete architecture doesn't help, some bright eyed architects vision of the future no doubt. I recall coming to the Hayward Gallery close by a couple of decades ago to see the Edward Hopper exhibit - and thinking what a dismal place. Once inside the place resembles a very large cave. The exhibit was upstairs in a big cafe sort of area. We were the only people there in an hour of looking, which is a great pity as there were in excess of 70 black and white Beat photos, all produced in a larger format and mostly from the camera of Allen Ginsberg. Though the entrance hall site of a naked Allen Ginsberg is not an image I'd want to retain, especially mid morning. He had some funny ideas. There is a trendy catchphrase in use these days, which might have been designed just for Allen, 'too much information.' Ginsberg could have reined himself in just a shade. But he was a wonderful documenter of his life and times, not a great photographer by any stretch, but without him the era and his milieu would be the less for him. Many of the photos are to be found in books you might own, though ones by others in the exhibit, by Chris Felver for example, might be less familiar. And of course, seeing them developed to such dimensions is a real bonus, it sheds new light. Neal Cassady, Burroughs, Snyder, Corso, Leary, Kerouac as a younger man and as a befuddled middle aged bloke, sadly forlorn in a chair. Burroughs, I never knew he was anything other than a sixty year old drug fiend. Here as a trim healthy looking thirty something in Cairo. Considering his alleged drug intake he should have been six foot under by thirty. Kathy Acker, Jim Morrison, Abe Hoffman and many others. The organisers are to be applauded for setting this up, the Beats are a little cult minority thing, yet they are a group with a massive impact on today. If you can, get to see it, on throughout March.

Above a still from the forthcoming Walter Salles film adaptation of Kerouac's On The Road.

Do you recall that late 1950s television show The Phil Silvers Show? Really it should have been The Bilko show as the character played by Silvers, Sgt Ernest Bilko, really was the star. That show has always been a favourite of mine since they aired it on English tv early on the 1960s. I love it even today. So much, it would seem, that  'Bilko' infiltrates my dreams. Just recently he was in The Village Vanguard in New York, the place where Jack Kerouac famously, or should that read 'infamously' read his work with jazz. He bombed and his contract was terminated. Well Bilko was in the background behind Kerouac, attempting to sell autographs, he had those of Neal Cassady, Charles Plymell and, for some obscure and possibly bizarre reason, American folk singer Tim Buckley, who died young of course. Now Cassady was in his 'moth eaten overcoat' that Kerouac describes in the final pages of On The Road and Jack is morosely saying 'Here comes Neal in his moth eaten overcoat,' but the words are appearing like speech bubbles in my dream. And then very abruptly Jack and Neal start singing 'Dave Brubeck is the swingingest,' which of course is a line/title of a track from a Kerouac album. But a surly Kerouac won't sign autographs for Bilko and Bilko is trying to conjure up a scheme to convince Jack that they can make a million bucks doing that. Bilko has his arm around Jack, while Jack keeps singing about Dave Brubeck. Jack likes him but just wants to sing with him. And meanwhile Bob Dylan has sent his autograph for Bilko to auction, but he has sent it by 'Wicked Messenger.' I'm not steeped enough in Dylan to fathom that one out. Dylan won't deliver it personally. But he tells Bilko, magically without being there, of his dreams and the rascally Bilko wants to auction those as well. There's a side thing going on in my dream about one of Bilko's platoon accidentally making a poetry with jazz record, but my recollections of that are a shade hazy. There are also flying plaster ducks hovering and Carol King's lovely pop tune from about 1962, It Might As Well Rain Until September comes in and sets off a fire alarm. All very odd. As Bob Dylan once said, 'You Can Be In My Dream if I Can Be in Your Dream.' Did he say that? Bobheads let me know.  Wish I knew what it all meant.

"The Hymns to St Geryon designer. I'd not really placed him before - a name slipping in and out of things. Thanks. An affecting piece." Heathcote Williams
 

The new Beat Scene Press chapbook is Wallace Berman...Verifax Man. Issued in an edition of just 100 numbered copies, it is out now. Copies are £7.95 around the world. Click on the button here to order.

Allen Ginsberg's KADDISH AND OTHER POEMS 1958-1960 - an expanded 50th anniversary edition with a new afterword by noted Beat scholar and biographer Bill Morgan, is out now from City Lights Press. It was No 14 in their acclaimed Pocket Poets Series. See www.citylights.com for more.

Inevitably there was a little delay in producing the new Beat Scene, computers. Don't you just love them. Great when they work but a pain otherwise. The issue is now out and I've been exceptionally busy mailing them out. Recently, I posted the last batch of subscriber copies. So look for your copy very soon. A few of you may follow darts on tv? Well it isn't every day I'm standing at the Post Office with my bundles of Beat Scene and get nudged in the back by the onetime World Darts champion. A lovely man, now 80+. He lives at the end of my street. We always talk football, he Ipswich, me Coventry. What has that got to do with anything, I dunno? If you can stretch to picking up an extra copy of the magazine for a friend it would be massively helpful to me, I rely entirely upon sales. There is no advertising or funds sponsoring the magazine. Amazingly I still get queries asking when will the magazine go online? Like, why don't you give it away for free? But I'm so greedy, I like little luxuries like bread and water, a roof over my head. The answer is never. If you would like a copy and you live outside the UK and would like a copy, click this box here.

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A few months ago it was cheering to read about the release of a new film based around the trial in San Francisco surrounding the publication of Allen Ginsberg's Howl. Things looked good, a flash internet site for the film promised a lot. But, but, but, it emerges that one of the key characters, Shig Murao, who was Lawrence Ferlinghetti's right hand man in those days and the guy most visitors to City Lights would likely encounter, has been airbrushed out of history and out of the film. Now this is odd. Readers of Beat Scene may recall the lovely full page photo of Shig with Lawrence Ferlinghetti in the courtroom at the trial that I included in a fairly recent issue. There he is large as life, yet the film makers have seen fit to ignore his existence. Can this be right? If the film purports to recreate for us the true events they are misleading us. Now I'm not making a case for Shig Murao as a vital figure in the Beat chronology, but he was there with City Lights for a long time, part of the jigsaw of the place, he was the guy at the desk arrested for selling Howl to the police and they took him away to the police station. He was a well respected figure at City Lights for a long time. It is the thin edge of the wedge, who will they airbrush away next, Herbert Huncke, Luanne Henderson, Alan Ansen, Orlovsky, not cool enough, too druggy, too gay, too whatever? If Howl makes it to England I'll be sure to see it, yet it'll be with the nagging knowledge that they've re-imagined the past. Shig will be absent. See below a link for some background stuff on Shig.

http://foundsf.org/index.php?title=Shigeyoshi_Murao

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It is now ten long years since Compendium Bookshop in London's Camden Town closed down. After starting up in the late 1960s the store shut it's doors for the last time in 2000. With a wonderful mix of books that simply couldn't be found anywhere else in Britain and a knowledgeable staff who stayed loyal to the place for decades, Chris Render, Diana, Mike & co, it was a beacon of a place and drew people from all over the country. As I feared, nobody has stepped in to fill the huge gap it left. The internet and in particular, monsters like Amazon, have decimated the book world, actual places you can physically visit and look for books, have disappeared almost on a daily basis. Now it is the soulless click of a mouse. Waterstones promised for a while, Borders promised for a while, but both have failed miserably, offering the same bland, middle of the road fare. Sad disappointments. Foyles in the Charing Cross Road have a decent - ish poetry section but it too, falls far short of what Compendium could offer. Where are the small press publications that Compendium excelled in supplying? It is all so corporate and neat. OK, so you might find a few Bukowski's and the more easily obtained Gary Snyder's and Kerouac's, but they don't go the extra yards that Compendium did to stock those harder to find titles. And outside London, forget it. Look in the literary sections of Waterstones and similar around the country, you might discover On The Road and Naked Lunch, if you're really lucky. Otherwise it is a wealth of Faber & Faber titles, the usual poetry classics suspects. It is as if Columbus never made it to America and they haven't discovered it.  Hearing of the early death of Compendium stalwart Chris Render recently reminded me of how much I miss this wonderful place, akin to and much better even than New York's late lamented Gotham Book Mart. The coin an old hackneyed phrase, Compendium was a 'destination.' The fun of being in such a place, packed floor to ceiling with books, many from America, Beats, New York School, you name it, was such fun. It is doubtful we will ever see such a bookstore again. A big shame.

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      OUT NOW - THE LAST DAYS OF JACK KEROUAC by James Birmingham. No 27 in the Beat Scene Press Pocket Book series. 125 numbered copies. If you would like to order a copy, click the button below.

I'm indebted to Claude Soucie for telling me about this review of the Howl movie. http://www.slate.com/id/2268627/

The Ginsberg/Kerouac book of letters, what can be said....? Just brilliant spellbinding reading. It is a reminder, if one was ever needed, of why Ginsberg and Kerouac hold a fascination for so many people. This big collection will tell you more about them than fifty biographies. Their fears, hopes, frustrations. As they wonder when America will discover them. They have that dogged belief that they are very talented writers and that they have big things to say. They are a little support group of two, sustaining each other through difficult times. About three quarters of these letters are previously unpublished and they reveal almost everything you need to know about them both. That around the time of the John Clellon Holmes debut novel GO, he wasn't their best friend. Kerouac is openly dismissive and hostile towards him in letters. But then, that was Jack. As fickle as the wind it seems. Chart his friendship with J.C. Holmes by contrasting the letters between them at similar points. It lets you know Kerouac, for all his study and espousal of Buddhism, (and Catholicism for that matter) was as capable of envy, jealously, tetchiness as anyone, he was human after all and not really a king. Ginsberg and Kerouac fall out and reconvene, friendly as you like weeks later, mostly touchiness on Kerouac's part. But its good that we get to know more about less celebrated people like Sheila Williams from Ginsberg & Al Sublette and Stanley Gould from Kerouac, amongst a whole squadron of unsung friends and fellow artists & writers that they mixed with in New York and San Francisco. First meetings with Robert Duncan, Philip Lamantia are transmitted in letters. So funny to hear how friendships that later flowered got off to inauspicious starts. I've got to mid 1955, they are still waiting for their breaks in their lives that will hurl them headlong into notoriety as much as critical acclaim. Arguably one of the biggest 'Beat' books of the past ten years or more. So much more could be said, but it would spoil it all for you. If you haven't got a copy, what are you waiting for?

  Recently back home from going to the Michael McClure reading at the Ledbury Festival on July 2. On the face of it a 'Beat poet' at a sleepy small town literary event seems out of the ordinary. So credit must be given to the organisers and Worcester University who, I understand, sponsored the event. Ledbury is a lovely little town - traditional long high street. I half expected the ghost of Thomas Hardy to be strolling down the street - it has that air. It is impressive that they have two venues like this to put things on in. The Prince of Wales pub in that little alleyway of a street was lovely. Michael's event kicked off the whole festival and it was a very well attended gig at the Community Hall, which looked to hold about 250 people. Michael was introduced by his friend filmmaker Colin Still. (see www.opticnerve.co.uk) Despite some debilitating illness, both himself and wife Amy,  in recent times Michael read many favourites and delighted the crowd with little stories and a memory or two. Good to meet up with Chris Moughton from Lechlade. And Glen Storhaug of Five Seasons Press. See www.fiveseasonspress.com  As well as young film maker Nic Saunders. Nic is currently working on an Allen Ginsberg film. Today, Saturday,  saw four films presented by Colin Still. documentaries on Frank O'Hara, Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder and Michael McClure. Colin and Michael discussed the films with the audience and answered questions. The McClure film was aired for the first time in public. I wasn't aware of how well McClure knew O'Hara. Obviously I'd associated him with Gary Snyder and Allen Ginsberg, so this was something new. He is not especially interested in talking about Bob Dylan, his expression when asked about that link said it all. It was a long time ago. His new book, MYSTERIOSOS (New Directions Press) emphasised that while McClure will forever be associated with the Beats he has moved on and remains a fully active, developing American poet as concerned with the modern world as he was in the heyday of Kerouac & co. Performances with Ray Manzarek, Charles Lloyd and Terry Riley, amongst others are more relevant to him these days. He also read at the London Review Bookshop in Bury Place by the British Museum in London on Thursday evening, July 8, and Collin Still also screened his documentary Michael McClure: Abstract Alchemist of Flesh. It was a lovely evening in a lovely bookstore. A full house packed into every nook and cranny. Kerouac biographer Steve Turner was there, playwright Richard Deakin (Angels Still Falling - the controversial Kerouac play) also there, a big McClure fan, a bunch of household names on the English poetry scene that I know nothing about and the event was introduced by the sheer excellent Iain Sinclair. Iain, I was looking to see if you had notes, but you didn't - how do you do that? Setting the scene with your special mix of erudition and idiosyncrasy. Good to round off the evening with a visit to the Museum pub just around the corner. By the time you read this Michael McClure will be home in California.

Oh, I forgot to mention. Beat fan Johnny Depp wrote a letter in recent times. Not every day a letter comes in the mail from a star of the silver screen I can tell you. Johnny was very nice and encouraging about Beat Scene. He really does follow the history of the Beats and reads the books. It was lovely of him to drop a line, he must be very busy. Thank you Johnny.

Many people remain fascinated by the late poet Lew Welch. An aura of mystery still envelopes him. Is he truly dead? Or did he walk off and choose another life somewhere else? His body has never been discovered. As well as being a member of the Reed College trio with Philip Whalen and Gary Snyder, he was an integral part of the West Coast Beat Generation, he must have been in the frame to read at The Six Gallery in the mid 1950s. Of course Welch was also a good friend to Jack Kerouac, along with their mutual friend Albert Saijo, he penned TRIP TRAP, with Jack, and the pair exchanged many, many letters in the 1950s and 1960s. So I'm doubly pleased to say that The Beat Scene Pocket Book No 26 is LETTERS FROM LEW WELCH and it is available NOW. Published in an edition of 125 numbered copies. If you would like to order you can do it  - UK and Europe only - on the button below. Overseas, please email me.

Beat Scene 62 is out now. Charles Bukowski and Dan Fante are amongst the contributors. There is a new interview with Carolyn Cassady, an interview with Richard Brautigan's first wife, Virginia Aste. John Cohassey writes on Kerouac in Chicago, Daniel Bratton files a terrific article on Eric Mottram, Gillian Thomson recalls Elise Cowen, Jim Burns on Migrant magazine, plus there is an extract from a new book about Charles Bukowski, Kevin Opstedal returns to the Bolinas scene, Thea Snyder Lowry, Gary Snyder's late sister, contributes, the Beat Hotel & more... Oh and you subscribers only received another broadside with your copy. All subscriber copies will include extras in the future. Single copies in the UK are £6.95 including postage in a reinforced envelope. If you would like to order a copy, click the button below. THIS IS UK ONLY - Overseas see under Gary Snyder just below.

Belated best wishes to Gary Snyder, 80 in May. A monumental poet and force for good.

  FOR BEAT SCENE 62 IN USA, JAPAN, AUSTRALIA & similar regions. Please click on this button.

  Out NOW is another issue of my other little Beat Generation influenced magazine. This is number 23.  In this latest issue is poetry from Anne Waldman, ruth weiss, Neeli Cherkovski, Ed Sanders, David Meltzer, Jack Micheline, Diane di Prima, Barry Gifford, Charles Plymell, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Tim Hunt on Slim Gaillard, and an excerpt from Charles Bukowski's Scarlet by Pamela 'Cupcakes' Wood. Copies in the UK are £5 including postage. (Cheques payable M.Ring) OVERSEAS please email me.

  I have a copy of Transit 22 up for grabs. William Burroughs cover, the issue includes poetry from Joanna Mcclure, Jack Micheline, Janine Pommy Vega, Tom Pickard, Barry Gifford, Ruth Weiss, Neeli Cherkovski, Charles Plymell and a James Birmingham essay on William Burroughs. Copies are £5 in the UK and £6 elsewhere. For UK only click this button below. Overseas please email me.

 

If you have about 26 minutes to spare, why not click on this link and watch PULL MY DAISY where Jack narrates the film. In his own spontaneous way, I do believe this is truly off the cuff, no editors involved.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6121002842995083319&ei=qFMLTJbiJ5mW-AaTvtwL&q=Pull+my+daisy#

That lovely man musician David Amram sent this photo taken of him in 1957 at The Five Spot in NYC. The place that he accompanied Jack Kerouac and others in - doing jazz readings way back. The photo is by Burt Glinn.

A recent chapbook is CHARLES BUKOWSKI: CENSORSHIP DOES PAY by Abel Debritto. A fine piece of research. 125 numbered copies. If you would like to order a copy, click the button here.

Call me a Luddite but books will never be bettered by technology. You can download & digitise forever and read stuff on your orangeberry or whatever it is, nothing beats paper. It's a little like I read about that guy out of The White Stripes, Jack somebody, talking the other day, he downloads music but he has to have the vinyl album, its a tactile thing. Same with books. And speaking of books, isn't it such a pity that all our used bookstores are disappearing with the encroachment of the internet. My home town has never been overly blessed with them. The actual town centre had one for a while, though I rarely go into Coventry. There was one on the other side of town which I went into quite a bit. It wasn't great, the owner didn't seem to add to his stock at all. There is a barn like place right out of town - it is very English in the stock it has, as though they haven't realised America has been discovered. The poetry section is filled with Larkin, Betjeman, Chaucer and the like. Disappointing mostly. The only one that saves the day in Coventry is Robert Gill's Gosford Books. Situated opposite the Art College in the remnants of a row of old Coventry housing and just by the rapidly expanding Coventry university and art gallery. He has been there for about twenty five years. It is small, it used to be gloomy, dusty - there was a clock ticking away - though it seems to have brightened up a little. An old two up two down house. There are books lined on the steep stairs, but the upper floor isn't open.  I don't know why. It has the look of a very traditional 1950s bookstore. The owner is sometimes to be found having his lunch at the desk, some classical music or Bob Dylan in the background. They've recently extended a little out the back and the place is piled high with books. The book prices are pretty fair by today's standards. Poetry, art, cinema, fiction, etc etc. It has the look of a 1950s Charing Cross Road emporium, the nice window display is from that era and there are books outside in baskets. There is even a shelf of Beat titles on his desk. Hunter Thompson, Olson, Bukowski, Burroughs, Kerouac, Miller et al.  Owner Robert Gill is friendly when you get to talk a little, though not expansive and he lets you alone. He owns the place and says he isn't going anywhere. Doesn't have anything to do with the internet, and says if you want to buy a book off him you have to visit his shop. I get the impression he likes being independent. He's mainly open in the afternoons, including Sundays til 6.30. In an age where Amazon and the like have wiped the floor with used bookstores, Robert Gill's little bookshop is a most welcome anachronism, a real throwback.  116 Gosford Street, Coventry CV1 5DL. Tel 02476-220813

-------------------------------------------------                                          Going for 15 years, my other little Beat Generation themed magazine TRANSIT has number 23 out NOW. A smaller 6" x 8" inches format, this issue is filled with poetry from Anne Waldman, ruth weiss, Neeli Cherkovski, Ed Sanders, David Meltzer, Diane di Prima, Barry Gifford, Charles Plymell, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Tim Hunt on Slim Gaillard and an excerpt from Pamela 'Cupcakes' Morgan's memoir of her time with Charles Bukowski. In the UK this is £4 including postage. Cheques to M.Ring (better for me) or by the button below. Overseas please email me.

Whilst rounding off mailing out the current issue and taking a few minutes for a breather, an interesting statistic sprung up while doing the post. The percentage split between UK subscribers and overseas is uncannily virtually a 50% figure. Subscriptions from America make up a sizeable proportion and an increasing number from Scandinavian countries. The UK proportion is actually falling, which is in very direct contrast to the earlier days of the magazine. This is disappointing and something I'm puzzled and dismayed about, I feel the magazine has improved with every issue. If I wasn't so modest (ahem), I'd say nobody is ever really appreciated in their own backyard. At the moment America likes Beat Scene more than the English do. Subscriber copies are all posted now, so all you loyal subbers should have your copies now, complete with subscriber only Kerouac broadside. Certainly helping to keep me fit. Drop me a note when you receive your copy. Comments always welcome. Go on, go crazy.

One development that intrigued me of late is yet another deluxe edition of On The Road has surfaced. Going for a cool $1,000 it puzzles me why there is a need for such a publication. It does include paintings from one of America's most noted artists but does this justify such a fee? It smacks of blatant exploitation to be honest. And it diminishes Jack Kerouac in my view. There is so much more to him, a string of novels and poetry collections. People rave about Mexico City Blues, Dylan waxes lyrical about that, as does Michael McClure, yet it is consigned to the shadows. Maggie Cassidy? A beautiful novel. Visions of Cody. A book that many rate more highly than On The Road, Kerouac certainly thought much of it. Fine as On the Road is - I still prefer the edited first edition if I'm honest - Kerouac is no one hit wonder. Only those with fat wallets will opt for this exercise in pure money making. Let them have it I say. It is far from the reasons that Jack wrote.

Beat Scene 61 is out now. It includes Harold Norse, Burroughs, Jim Carroll, Seymour Krim, Lenore Kandel, Dan Fante, Michael McClure, Jack Kerouac & more. Subscriber copies and advance orders have all been mailed. You should have your copy by now. Work is progressing daily on No 62 and I'm looking at late May for that issue.

 

A couple of Beat Scene Press chapbooks have been prepared. One of them is John Fante: A Conversation with Ben Pleasants. That is out NOW. There is a button below for people in the UK to click on. If you live overseas email me and I'll send you details. As always let me know if books in this ongoing series are of interest to you. Once again they are in editions of just 125 copies. Numbered as always. And, I'm working on a new departure which I hope to bring news of in the near future. Watch this space.

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  Our Jack Kerouac special came out in October2009. Sadly it wasn't delivered by Aubrey, who has brought it here for a very long time, he died after a short illness. I'll miss his sharp Yorkshire wit and  stories about the biggest fish you ever saw getting away. Marking forty years since the death of Jack. Contributors include Michael McClure, Gary Snyder, Ann Charters, Iain Sinclair, Barry Gifford, David Amram and others. Subscribers have been contacted by email about an offer on this issue. ( I thank the 35 people who have taken me up on this offer). Subscribers got a Kerouac broadside with their copy.

If you would like a copy please get in touch. There are only a few left.

If you live inside the UK here is a button above to order at £6.95 including post. REMEMBER, THIS IS A UK ONLY BUTTON. Scroll down a little for Overseas

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Incidentally Helen Weaver has a site and she has some words about her new book about her times with Jack Kerouac and others THE AWAKENER - go to http://www.helenweaver.com/?p=1121

  Later in 2009 LETTER FROM SAN FRANCISCO by Philip Lamantia was collected from the printer. It is number 23 in the Beat Scene Press Pocket Book series. It is a long essay/letter from a teenage Lamantia that was sent to an English literary magazine in 1947. In it Lamantia lays out his hopes and dreams for the future. The essay has languished in oblivion since then, possibly a victim of Lamantia's notorious tendency to throw things away or destroy them. So, I'm pleased that permission was given to republish after all these years.  If you would like a copy, they are all numbered. Click on the box below. They are £6.95 each, and that includes postage worldwide.

  You may have read one or two of his books, CHUMP CHANGE, SPITTING OFF TALL BUILDINGS, MOOCH, CORKSUCKER, KISSED BY A FAT WAITRESS, ARIZONA HIGHWAY, DON GIOVANNI and others, but have you heard Dan Fante read? In a revealing and sometimes heartrending half hour interview on NPR radio in the USA, Dan talks with great candour. His new book, the fourth in the Bruno Dante series, his alter ego, is recently published. If you think you knew Dan Fante, just wait til you hear him. At this link you will also be able to read an extract from the new novel.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=113279965

THE GAME & OTHER POEMS by Jack Hirschman is a very recent Beat Scene Press Pocket Book. Number 22 in the series. Limited to 125 signed and numbered copies. It is £6.95 in the UK. Everywhere else please send me an email.

 

   Out late Summer in 2009 was a new Beat Scene Press Pocket Book. Number 21 in the series - Tom Pickard's WORK CONCHY relates the story of how a teenage poet from Newcastle upon Tyne in the North east of England brought the Beat poets to an ancient tower on the old city wall in the 1960s. Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, Robert Creeley, David Meltzer, Jack Hirschman, Ed Dorn and so many others - they all made the trek there over the years. The chapbook also chronicles the fight Pickard had with the local authorities to be a poet in an age when young men were expected to do as they were told. Published in an edition of 125 signed and numbered copies. It can be got in the UK by clicking on the button below. All other regions please email me.


David Amram got in touch recently with news of Ted Joans, which I'll be posting up as soon as I can. Meanwhile here is a little five minute clip of David with Alfred Leslie, talking about PULL MY DAISY. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4mQCnhKCd4

Beat Scene magazine No 59  came out later in 2009. It sports a Charles Bukowski cover image. In a packed issue William Burroughs, David Meltzer, Kay Johnson, Herbert Huncke, Jack Kerouac, Tom Pickard, and Harold Norse all feature. Plus an article about seminal New York Beat magazine Intrepid & more besides. Click below for a copy in the UK ONLY


News to us later in 2009

The Kerouac Court Case...Will found to be a forgery......

A Message from Gerald Nicosia

   

There has been a monumental ruling today in the Circuit Court of the Sixth
Judicial Circuit in and for Pinellas County, Florida, Probate Division.
Judge George W. Greer, who presided at the trial of the challenge to the
Gabrielle Kerouac's will on April 1 of this year, ruled that Gabrielle
Kerouac's purported will is indeed a forgery.  The evidence presented at
trial, both medical and that of a handwriting expert, which he cited in his
ruling, indicates that Gabrielle Kerouac was incapable of signing the will
as it is signed on the purported document.  This means, quite simply, that
any possession of the Kerouac Estate by the Sampas family, more than the
one-third interest to which Stella Kerouac was entitled by a dower's right,
was obtained purely and simply through a criminal act of fraud.

Jan Kerouac has been vindicated, at last, more than 13 years after her
death.

Yours,
Gerald Nicosia

 

Our Jack Kerouac special issue is out NOW. Marking 40 years since Kerouac's death. Subscribers will get their copy as it will be Beat Scene 60. A little landmark. If you would like a copy or an extra copy get in touch. At the above email. Copies  will be sent to subscribers as normal and any after that are strictly on a first come first served basis. Overseas it is $15. If you live OVERSEAS you can click this button to order.

  Readers of Gary Snyder might well be keen to see him being interviewed by Lew Sitzer on NCTV11. The filmed intervew is fractionally over an hour long. Don't expect a trip down memory lane. Snyder is firmly and mostly in the here and now. He is preoccupied with bio-regionalism. biodiversity, language, fire management where he lives and so on. Have a look at http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7493184569903349861

 

  RecentlyTransit magazine, issue 21, was published. As the discerning among you will know, it is a little magazine devoted to all things Beat Generation. Measuring approximately 6" x 9" it includes poetry from Jack Hirschman, David Meltzer, Barry Gifford and Dan Fante. Plus there is a big essay on Leroi and Hettie Jones and their seminal 1950s magazine YUGEN. Hettie Jones was happy with it. The issue is now sold out.

A little five minute film of Herbert Huncke reminiscing at Cafe Nico in 1994. The film quality is good, the sound is good. Have a look at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3xMtnpZcfo


A little poser for you Beat 'Sherlock Holmes' characters out there. On the official Allen Ginsberg site there is a five minute movie of Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Lucien Carr on a street corner in New York City around 1964, Peter Hale of the Allen Ginsberg project reckons. Can you fill in any details? Give names to the other individuals/ See it at http://ginsbergblog.blogspot.com/

 

Out from the Beat Scene Press is CARL WEISSNER, CHARLES BUKOWSKI'S SECRET AGENT. An edition of one hundred numbered copies. It is number 20 in the Beat Scene Press Pocket Book series. It is £6 including postage. Click here to buy a copy.

Not many people this side of the pond will have heard that Bukowski's photographer, Michael Montfort, died late last year. Montfort gave us many striking images of Bukowski. Being a man who liked his privacy it was somehow surprising that Bukowski allowed Montfort in. But the two got on and for many years Montfort kept snapping. You'll see his pictures in books such as SHAKESPEARE NEVER DID THIS. But in many more besides. There is a feature on Michael Montfort in Beat Scene 59.

A recent Beat Scene Press Pocketbook is Barry Gifford's NEW POEMS. It is number 19 in the series. It is a signed and numbered edition of 125 copies. You may know Barry Gifford as the co-author with the late Lawrence Lee of the biography of Jack Kerouac JACK'S BOOK. Many years ago Gifford also penned KEROUAC'S TOWN. Since those days he has become an acclaimed writer. WILD AT HEART, THE IMAGINATION OF THE HEART, PORT TROPIQUE and many others. Get in touch if you would like a copy, these little brown books prove very popular.

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Beat Scene came out just before last Christmas. Number 57. I was very pleased with it, especially the lovely cover photo of Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky, which was taken by Gordon Ball. I've been very busy mailing out subscriber and store copies, both for England and overseas. (Like an idiot I actually spent Boxing day morning doing this!) - I'm sending out copies to everyone in reinforced envelopes these days. It is very time consuming and more expensive doing this but I figure it helps to get the issue to you in a decent shape it is worth the time and money. I did subscribe to the English music monthly MOJO in recent years but when my first subscriber copy came through the mail in a flimsy plastic bag - all dog eared and unloved - I cancelled my sub with them and went back to buying it off the shelf. And I thought I don't want the same thing happening to your copies. I know a lot of you store your copies carefully and would like to get them in neat shape. So this should do the trick. Hands up those that leave them down the back of the sofa with a coffee cup ring on the front cover!? THIS ISSUE NOW SOLD OUT.

 

And continuing with the William Burroughs theme - you may recall an interview with film maker Lars Movin we conducted in a recent issue of Beat Scene - Lars sent a number of Burroughs photos taken in Sweden that we were not able to use for one reason or another. So here are a couple of them here.

 

 

During October there was a Beat Generation Symposium held in Chicago. Joanne Kyger and Michael McClure were there. Also there was Liz Von Vogt who recently had 681 LEXINGTON AVENUE: A BEAT EDUCATION IN NEW YORK CITY 1947-1954 published. In that book she recalls her young life mixing with her brother John Clellon Holmes and his friends such as Jack Kerouac. You can hear Liz speak and read from her book if you click the link here. http://www.chicagopublicradio.org/Content.aspx?audioID=29934

A review of THE HIPPOS WERE BOILED IN THEIR TANKS has appeared in the Washington Post, don't expect Gilbert Milstein at all. The praise is so faint it isn't really there. http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/11/06/AR2008110603201.html?hpid=sec-artsliving

 

  A recent issue of Transit magazine, number 20, is out. It features an extended essay on the interview Jack Kerouac did with The Paris Review a year before his death. Plus an interview with Joanne Kyger, poetry from Michael McClure and Barry Gifford, Jim Burns on William Wantling and a little feature on Anne Waldman's new recording. Copies are £4 in the UK. If you live in the UK and would like to order, click the box below.

If you live in USA it is $10 by actual USA cash OR Paypal to the email address above. Europe is 10 Euros by cash or by Paypal to above email.

Issue 56 is out NOW. SEE BELOW. 

If you would like to order a copy of Beat Scene 56 and you live in the UK- click on the button below



A recent book in the Beat Scene Press Pocket Book series is a signed and numbered story by Dan Fante.  Not many of this one left.

If you would like a copy - Click here


 

  A few of you might know I publish another Beat influenced magazine. Transit. No 19 is now ready. In fact it is almost sold out. Featuring poetry from David Meltzer, Diane di Prima, Barry Gifford and Jack Foley with an essay on Charles Olson and Projective Verse. A single issue in the UK is £4 including post. Either by cheque payable to M.Ring ( I much prefer that) - OR by paypal to the Beat Scene email address. To the USA it is $12 cash OR by paypal. Europe is 10 Euros OR by paypal - FOR UK only click below.


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COOL KEROUAC, by Jim Burns - number 17 in the Pocket Books series, out now. Signed and numbered.


Check out this site for an unusual William Burroughs link. http://realitystudio.org/bookmarks/cut-outs-and-cut-ups-hans-christian-andersen-and-william-seward-burroughs/

 

REMEMBERING JACK KEROUAC by John Clellon Holmes is number 16 in the Beat Scene Press Pocket Book series. 125 numbered copies. Click below for a copy IN THE UK ONLY (Overseas please email me).


 

BEAT SCENE 55 is still available. Copies in the UK are £6.50. Click below for A UK copy only.      Overseas please send me an email.


For something special on Allen Ginsberg  - you can go to http://www.reed.edu/reed_magazine/winter2008/features/the_beats/and hear the earliest known recording of Allen Ginsberg reading major parts of HOWL, recorded at Reed College in Oregon prior to his first public reading at the Six Gallery. The recording was co-discovered by John Suiter who is writing a biography of Gary Snyder.

"1963. On the way to Bolinas we stopped for gas and I borrowed Ginsberg's camera after taking that photo from backseat of Neal under torn headliner in his '39 Pontiac." (Charles Plymell from Neal and Anne at Gough Street.)"

The Beat Scene Press has published NEAL AND ANNE AT GOUGH STREET by Charles Plymell. Number 14 in the pocket book series, it is numbered in an edition of 125 copies and signed by Charles Plymell. Copies in the UK are £5.95 ...........OVERSEAS - please email for price.


BEAT SCENE 54 OUT NOW. Scroll down a little to buy a copy in the UK. Overseas please email.

 


 

  A recent issue of my other little Beat Generation magazine, Transit, is out now. Number 18 is given over to an essay on Gary Snyder. Copies are £3.50 in the UK. Overseas please ask.


 

Was Charles Bukowski a fan of Hitler? This unlikely scenario is being played out around the run down shell of his former home at De Longpre Avenue, see http://www.laweekly.com/la-vida/a-considerable-town/bukowskis-ruin/17756/?page=1

Longtime Beat Scene subscriber Paul Hillery sent me this Kerouac link. A brilliant few minutes in a troubled world. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IU0yHycuz0

See this link here for some famous people talking about Jack on a day that marked 50 years of ON THE ROAD. Though of course we all know that it was published in Heaven years before that

 http://www.slate.com/id/2173279/nav/tap1

NOW OUT in the continuing Beat Scene Press Pocket Book series is REXROTH, BUKOWSKI AND THE POLITICS OF LITERATURE by Ben Pleasants. 125 signed and numbered copies, out NOW. £5.95


 

  Beat Scene 53 . Articles include interviews with both Joyce Johnson and Hettie Jones, big stuff on Burroughs, Yugen magazine, Jack Kerouac & more besides. Copies are £5.95 in the UK. Overseas please scroll down the page just past this image of Jack Kerouac


 

USA copies of BEAT SCENE 53 here, click on the button below for a copy to be airmailed ...


Allen Ginsberg - Died 1997

I met Allen Ginsberg years ago outside a pub in Lowell in Massachusetts. June 1988. He had done a reading and my diary tells me he had been signing copies of his new book of photographs, something that took over more and more of his time later in his life. He was talking to a lot of people outside the bar, it was a cold and windy night and I recall him kindly saying to me that my young son shouldn't be out so late at night, it was around midnight. My son Nathan was eight. I agreed and said I didn't have much option as we were on holiday together alone. We talked about John Clellon Holmes who had died around that time. Allen spoke of one or two ailments of his own. It was late and yet he seemed keen to talk to everybody despite the hour and that it had been a long day for him, beginning at The Whistler Museum early in the day. I had just started Beat Scene by then and he encouraged me to use his photos in it. I was impressed by his generosity. He wrote me a couple of brief letters afterwards and then years later sent a postcard or two asking about the magazine. I always sent him copies but whether he always saw them I don't know, as he was always moving around. A few days earlier I had been sitting in Brighams ice cream shop in Kearney Square in Lowell, having a chocolate milk shake with Ben Woitena, the creator of the terrific Kerouac park in Lowell. Ben was from Texas and told me all about the work on the big monolith type slabs he'd created with Kerouac's words carved into each one. He loved an American band The Sir Douglas Quintet, probably because they too were from Texas. He seemed pleased when I said I had heard them. I'm certainly the right age. A lovely man. Sitting in the next booth were Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Allen Ginsberg. Not sure whether they were having a milkshake. We walked down to the Kerouac park with Ben, pouring with rain and looked and admired them. In the late afternoon I went into a council office in the centre of Lowell and got to see Kerouac's typewriter and to try on his rucksack. I almost sank to my knees. Even later that day we were at the Pawtucketville Social Club, quite a gathering there. Allen, Lawrence, Henri Cru, Edie Parker, lots of fans like me as well. There was an electrical sorm and the power was out and candles were lit. I recall going to a Greek restaurant with a few people, the friendly Henry Hefco and his wife, (my son was very impressed with Henry's gym), Dean Contover, Tony Sampas amongst them. I think Allen was there.

You can see images of Ben Woitena's work at http://www.benwoitenasculptor.com/

JACK KEROUAC - born March 12, 1922 - would've been 85 in 2007. The photo below on the right is one the English Sunday Times used for his obituary notice.

left here, JK on the Steve Allen TV show in 1959...Are you nervous Jack? Right, in The Kettle of Fish Bar in NYC, 1957

BEAT SCENE friend and subscriber Joe Lee attended a reading by Carolyn Cassady in San Francisco in recent times and sent in a few photos of the event. To start, from left to right - here's one of Joe Lee, Al Hinkle (Jack Kerouac's big buddy from late 1940s and 1950s and heavily featured in ON THE ROAD of course), Carolyn Cassady's daughter Cathy Cassady Sylvia and her husband George Sylvia. Thanks for sending them in Joe.

                                                               above, Carolyn Cassady with Joe Lee

Left, Joe Lee, Al Hinkle & Cathy Cassady

right above, here's another of Carolyn Cassady from a few years ago in Scotland when she attended a play about herself, Neal Cassady and Jack Kerouac, the actors who played them are with her.

above, another photo sent in by arch snapper Joe Lee of John Cassady and Jami Cassady, two children of Carolyn and Neal Cassady. Photo taken 2006 in San Francisco.

and above, Carolyn Cassady in Florida in 1999 with film maker Judy Sharples.

above, Neal Cassady & the ill fated Natalie Jackson in SF, 1955.

 

In the early 1970s Iain Sinclair and his friends battled their way though the making of a film about Allen Ginsberg in London and efforts to interview him and others including William Burroughs. That filming developed into a book - THE KODAK MANTRA DIARIES. A distinctive spiral bound affair that quickly sold out. In it Sinclair captured something of the spirit of the times - both for Ginsberg and for London, not to mention he and his friends. Just before Christmas 2006 I published Iain's book once again in an expanded edition of 500 copies.


I have copies of THE KODAK MANTRA DIARIES signed by Iain Sinclair. If you would like one of these they are £12 including post in the UK.


For KODAK MANTRA DIARIES - Europe, USA, Australian, Japan - readers, scroll down the page a little to click on a BUY NOW button

 

I think Beat Scene 51 (see below) issue is desirable simply because of the very special Jack Kerouac content alone. I guarantee it is something you won't have seen before. And people have commented on the big Bolinas content, I believe this is the biggest focus those times has received to date and hope it will push others into further research of the era and the poets who gathered there. I wanted to really investigate this late 1960s, early 1970s loose community of poets and so spoke to a number of them to get their recollections of the time. Writers included were David Meltzer, Joanne Kyger, Anne Waldman, Lewis Warsh, Larry Kearney, Duncan McNaughton, Tom and Angelica Clark, Alice Notley and others. I know of at least one writer who has been enthused enough to begin putting together a book about this community. On the cover are Lewis Warsh and Anne Waldman, over 35 years ago. Two poets who are still going strong. Copies of this issue are down to the last few boxes and my garage is emptying.

If you live in the UK click here for a copy of BEAT SCENE 51 for UK buyers ONLY below

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TRANSIT magazine, our other little Beat Generation hued magazine continues. Number 17 is not long out. Includes poetry from Tom Clark, Alice Notley, David Meltzer, Anne Waldman, Lewis Warsh, Barry Gifford, Diane di Prima, Dharma Bum John Montgomery, Janine Pommy Vega, Joanne Kyger, Ruth Weiss, Beat archivist Arthur Winfield Knight. £4.25 including post in the UK.

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If you live in Europe, USA/Australia, Japan click below for a copy of the Beat Scene Special issue THE KODAK MANTRA DIARIES. Cost is £7.50 inc post.



AND, Beat Scene Press published the fifth in the Beat Scene Pocket Books series, which is poet and biographer Tom Clark's LETTERS HOME FROM CAMBRIDGE 1963-65. Clark studied in Cambridge, England in that period and his letters are a snapshot of poetic life in the early 60s. Produced in an edition of 100 signed and numbered copies.  Strictly on a first come first served basis. Copies are £5.95 each including postage in the UK.


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TRANSIT 16 is available, it features Barry Gifford, Tisa Walden, Michael McClure, Diane di Prima, David Meltzer, Tom Clark, Ted Joans, Jack Hirschman, Dan Fante, Arthur Winfield Knight, Janine Pommy Vega, Anne Waldman, Henry Denander, Ron Whitehead & Roger Taus on William Carlos Williams.. copies are £4.25 including post. Either by cheque in UK payable to M.Ring. OR BY CLICKING HERE BELOW


 

AND, SPEAKING OF TRANSIT, I'VE FINALLY FOUND THE BOX OF TRANSIT 3 FROM 1993. THIS IS THE KEROUAC SPECIAL ISSUE, A LONG ESSAY BY JIM BURNS ON KEROUAC AND JAZZ. A NUMBER OF PEOPLE HAVE ASKED ABOUT THIS ISSUE OVER THE YEARS. HERE'S YOUR CHANCE TO GET A COPY. BEFORE THEY GET LOST AGAIN.

 

TRANSIT No 15 is out now. It includes essays on Gary Snyder and Jack Kerouac, poetry from Dan Fante, Diane di Prima, Tom Clark, David Meltzer, Arthur Winfield Knight, Charles Plymell, Anne Waldman, Neeli Cherkovski, Barry Gifford, Robert Creeley, Tisa Walden and Jim Burns You can buy a copy by clicking below.



 

    HIGH PEAK HAIKU: AN INTERVIEW WITH GARY SNYDER by UK writer James Campbell is number 6 in the Beat Scene Press Pocket Series. 100 numbered copies only. This interview has only ever been published in one newspaper many years ago. Priced at £5.25


you can purchase this chapbook by paypal by sending to  kev at beatscene dot freeserve dot co dot uk (I will send you a Paypal request if it helps).

(forgive me for putting the email like that - it stops the spammers apparently)

OUR CHARLES BUKOWSKI SPECIAL ISSUE

In 2004 we decided to mark the 10th anniversary of the death of Charles Bukowski (above). To mark the date Beat Scene magazine published an entire special issue devoted to the man.
We included interviews with his longtime friend and Black Sparrow Press publisher John Martin, a substantial interview with the man who photographed him over the decades, Michael Montfort. Girlfriends, he had a few, but Linda King was a significant woman in his life, we interview Linda. We look at Bukowski at the racetrack, his time with Jon and Lou Webb down in New Orleans being published by the Loujon Press. We investigate his longterm publishing history with Marvin Malone's Wormwood Review magazine and publish a photo of Marvin Malone, a rarity. There's an interview with his German translator Carl Weissner and much more. Full colour covers, including two striking portraits of Bukowski.
All this for £6.50 including post - either by cheque payable to M.Ring or by clicking below.

 

 

 


 

 

 



  

 

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