I was recently in London at a meeting to discuss the cultural history of late 20th century in downtown New York City. I’m going to blog some notes from that symposium. The experience of those few days was so full, so overflowing with realizations, correspondences, and the kind of frisson one gets from realizing new avenues of inquiry that I’ll only be able to share some of it. (I’ll probably get some names wrong; please comment or email me, and I’ll fix them.)
Most of the scholars there were young. My mind teemed with plans, like them. But what is possible for them is no longer so for me. We’ll see. Even what I can start and not finish might be useful.
Punkademics
The gathering took place at the venerable Courtauld Institute of art history. It was a surprising host for students of all this punky funky trashy stuff we swam with in late century NYC. But so it was. It’s old stuff now; send in the “punkademics”.
Actually, this study has been going on for some years, and professors are making their names on it. New archival resources are slowly accumulating. It’s a kick to meet people who aren’t MA or early-stage PhD students, who, when you ask them, “Did you see this or that archive?” Answer: “Of course.” And tell you about another one.
I’ve been away from academia for so long (I last taught a class in ‘07; last formally presented in ‘11) that a lot has changed. And this is Europe so the frames of reference are different from the USA. White scholars are working on black artists. I picked up Stuart Hall’s memoir at the airport, and quickly realized there’s more to the black experience than our canonical Brooklyn story.
Rolling Luggage
I arrived late from the airport and missed both Vivienne Dick’s film "Guerillère Talks" (1978), and the presentation of Marci Kwon (Stanford U) on Martin Wong and Cyle Metzger (Bradley U) on Greer Lankton. My Colab pal Joseph Nechvatal heard them, and told me Kwon talked about Martin’s wild bohemian life in San Francisco before he moved to NYC. In the discussion, it was mentioned that the Greer Lankton doll Nick Zedd used in his film “Bogus Man” is now in the collection of Iggy Pop.
Next, during a panel on the New York School of poets “in and out of NYC”, Daniel Kane (Uppsala U), the author of [Do You Have a Band?: Poetry and Punk Rock in NYC, 2017], talked about Patti Smith. Patti’s idea of herself as a shaman or a seer is antithetical to community. She explicitly rejected collaboration with the community of NYC poets to reach for stardom, Kane said, citing her correspondence. She is “a poetry-referencing rock star”.
(I saw her recent concert in Madrid. It was a boring hash of old hits. The high moment was her soaring reading of a verse by Ginsberg. I later saw Iggy Pop. He’s no poet, but he’s not a boring act.)
TAZ and ‘Sentimental Spit’
Discussion turned on the question of community, of coterie, a word with a rural etymology. As if, like cotters, the group of poets only occupy their positions in return for their labour of maintaining the scene. A good part of the New York School was about rejecting other poets, especially the rhythm and clarity of, say, Vachel Lindsay. Of Dylan Thomas, with his sentimental narrative content, Frank O’Hara said, “I can’t stand all that Welsh spit.”
Kane referenced the TAZ – the “temporary autonomous zone” concept as a touchstone of community. (He didn’t cite the recently deceased Peter Lamborn Wilson, nor did he seem to grok the demotic nature of that idea.)
Rosa Campbell (U of St. Andrew) and Rona Cran (U of Birgmingham) presented on women poets in the NY School of poets, especially Barbara Guest. Of course they didn’t get much attention, but the tables have been turning for some time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89pOmcTVbTY 1960s TV series, “USA: Poetry” episode with Frank O'Hara and Ed Sanders
“I Wouldn’t Kick Her Out of Bed…”
Campbell glossed Ed Sanders’ ‘60s-period remarks on various fuckable poet women in his mimeo journal “Fuck You” (a magazine of the arts). Later I told her about the women’s issue of Rat, the Lower East Side underground newspaper that was snatched away from its sexist male editors. (The takeover was narrativized in the World War 3, Shameless Feminists issue by participant Susan Simensky Bietila and others in 2019.)
Women produced numerous literary magazines during this period. Cran zeroed in on Diane Di Prima, who sustained the “Floating Bear” newsletter all by herself, typing, copying, distributing. “The unglamorous work of creating community fell to women.” Since her move to San Francisco Di Prima has certainly recouped her fair share. City Lights has been releasing her collected works.
Diarmuld Hesler (U of Cambridge), author of Wrong a biography of Dennis Cooper, spoke on Cooper’s early poems. Cooper was part of the Beyond Baroque group of poets in Los Angeles, who performed on the Venice boardwalk. He ran a small magazine called “Little Caesar” publishing NYCers. With this, Cooper created “an imaginary transcontinental community”. Hesler also spoke about a group in Washington, D.C. around the early ‘70s magazine “Mass Transit” which he said should be “considered as another center of NY School poetry”.
“When You Leave New York…” This kind of thinking is old hat, and just as influential. Really most NYC artists came from elsewhere, traveled, moved away, or stayed for just a short time. New York is a port city, Joseph Nechvatal observed; ceaseless comings and goings are its principal characteristic. Even though only the rich or high-end workaholics can really think of moving there now, de-centering NYC by emphasizing its national and international networks is still hard work.
Rona Cran asked what happened to the sociability of the NY poets when the AIDS plague hit? I immediately thought of the ABC No Rio open mic crowd, the slam poets, who were younger than the classic NY School, and for whom the plague was brutal. Winchester Chimes died of it, although he was very much a rhyming, rhythmic subject-oriented poet, the kind NY School disdained.
Cran said the situation spoke to the seriousness of poetry. She cited Adrienne Rich – “poetry must speak of extremity.”
Darius Bost (U of Illinois) showed a video by Tourmaline, “The Atlantic Is a Sea of Bones” (2017), performed at the Whitney Museum. Tourmaline was a trans hustler who slept as a homeless person on the Hudson Piers back in the day. Bost showed Katsuo Naito’s “West Side Rendezvous” (2011), documentary photos of street sex workers in the age of AIDS. Naito lived in Harlem, and knew some of his subjects from that neighborhood. Many are long dead. This is the neglected underside, Bost said, of black feminist poetics and the vogue aesthetic.
This is a deep history, of the kind that the RepoHistory public art project sought to excavat. Pier 17, now the South Street Seaport, was the port of disembarkation for slaves. It was near the Wall Street slave market.
I was tipped to this whole London event by Fiona Anderson, a co-organizer of the conference. She wrote Cruising the Dead River: David Wojnarowicz and New York's Ruined Waterfront (2019). We corresponded when I organized a screening of films Woj had collaborated on for the Reina Sofia iteration of his retrospective in Madrid. (I blogged a bunch about this here then, in the Spring of ‘19; some of it made it into my new book, Art Worker.)
And that was just part of the first day!
TO BE CONTINUED
REFERENCES
Anna Zarra Aldrich, “I smell a RAT” (2018), on the women’s takeover of the underground newspaper
https://blogs.lib.uconn.edu/archives/2018/04/25/i-smell-a-rat/
Muna Mire, "Tourmaline Summons the Queer Past", 2020
https://www.frieze.com/article/tourmaline-summons-queer-past
Images from Katsuo Naito’s “West Side Rendezvous” (2011) at:
https://intolerablefashion.typepad.com/intolerable-fashion/2011/07/images-from-katsu-naitos-west-side-rendezvous-.html
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