SOLITARY PLEASURE : SELECTED
POEMS, JOURNALS AND EPHEMERA
By John Wieners
Pilot Press. 136 pages. £12. ISBN
987-1-73977029-7-7
A BOOK OF MUSIC
By Jack Spicer
Pilot Press. 18 pages
(unnumbered). £8. ISBN 978-1-7393649-0-8
Reviewed by Jim Burns
It seems a long time since I
first came across the work of John Wieners and Jack Spicer in the
pages of little magazines coming from the United States, And they
were both in what became almost a reference book for those of us
interested in what was happening in New York and San Francisco ;
The New American Writing
1945-1960 (Grove Press New York, 1960). It was thanks to that
book I got hold of a copy of Wieners’
The Hotel Wentley Poems
(Auerhahn Press, San Francisco, 1958).
Not everything I read in the
books and magazines that arrived was to my liking, and some of it
frankly left me confused. But compared to most of what I saw in
British publications it was “interesting”, and that’s always been a
key word in my evaluation of literature. Not is it “good” or “bad”
but is it “interesting”? I don’t mind a poem being flawed if it
promises something a little different, but find it hard to stay
involved with the well-written but conventional verse that appears
so often in print.
John Wieners, born 1934, always
struck me as the kind of poet who, whatever else he was, was never
dull. His work was often uneven and it could occasionally come
across as more like notes, asides, comments. The trick was, I always
thought, to not differentiate too much between the poetry and the
prose, the shaped pieces and what might be construed as the casual.
In other words, it was best
to take the writing as a whole and not look for the kind of poem
that is likely to get into anthologies. Wieners did have some that
fit into that category and can stand alone, but I still maintain
that they have more to offer when seen in the wider context of his
work.
Perhaps I ought to qualify some
of what I’ve said in the preceding paragraph by pointing out that
Wieners did appear in a couple of anthologies of Beat-related
writing. Ann Charters’ The Penguin Book of the Beats (Penguin Books, Harmondsworth, 1993)
had several poems from The
Hotel Wentley Poems, as did Anne Waldman’s
The Beat Book (Shambhala
Publications, Boston, 1996). It could be that they lend themselves
to being anthologised more than some of Wieners’ later work, their
structures being relatively formal, their narratives fairly
straightforward. It could also be that the fact of them being
written in San Francisco when the Beat outbreak was at its height
qualifies the poems for inclusion in a Beat framework.
That’s why
Solitary Pleasure is
welcome, especially now when I suspect his work is little known in
Britain. It did have some currency here in the 1960s and 1970s, and
there was a collection,
Nerves, published by Cape Goliard in 1970, and a
Selected Poems from
Jonathan Cape in 1972, but it was usually necessary to depend on
imports from America if one wanted to read Wieners over the years.
Luckily, the splendid Black Sparrow Press published large
collections in the 1980s. And now
Solitary Pleasure will, I
hope, encourage British readers to look at his work. It provides a
selection of his poems and combines them with excerpts from his
journals and some odds and ends. Intensely personal, the effect is
to throw light on Wieners’ life, his addiction to drugs (“Take this
curse off/Of early death and drugs”, says a 1969 poem), his
involvements in the gay world, his breakdowns, and his poverty.
Wieners never got rich from poetry. And he lived his later years in
quite basic circumstances..
I’ve deliberately not quoted
lines from his poems, because to do so would, I feel, give an
unsatisfactory impression of his work. It really does need to be
read in context. The same might be said of Jack Spicer, and the
poems in A Book of Music
depend on each other for their cumulative effect. It’s a small book,
with the poems seemingly dating from 1958 or so, but only published
as a collection in 1969 by White Rabbit Press. I came across a brief
reference to A Book of Music, which appears to have been known to Spicer’s
friends and associates in San Francisco in the late-1950s, in the
biography by Lewis Ellingham and Kevin Killian,
Poet Be Like God: Jack Spicer
and the San Francisco Renaissance (Wesleyan University Press,
Hanover, 1988).
From all accounts, Spicer was not
the easiest person in the world to get along with. He could be
argumentative – did his alcoholism have anything to do with this? -
and carried on feuds with other poets.
It seems he was misogynistic
and expressed racist opinions at times. I don’t want to say too much
about those aspects of his character – the aforementioned biography
deals with them in detail – but there is a telling quote about a
visit Spicer made to New
York which, someone
said, “brought out all the most unlikable parts of Spicer -
his emotional rigidity, his scorn, and the latent, and
hideous, anti-semitism”.
Leaving all that aside, and none
of it is evident in the poems in
A Book of Music,
it’s evident that Spicer,
like Wieners, had a troubled life, some of it resulting from the
tensions he experienced as a gay man in what was a fundamentally
hostile society. Jack Spicer (born 1925) died in the poverty ward of
a San Francisco hospital in 1965. John Wieners (born1934), outlived
him and died in a Boston hospital in 2002.
It’s good to see these two books
in print. I doubt that Spicer’s poetry will ever be popular, or
perhaps even read by more than a few scholars or literary historians
interested in what was happening on the West Coast in the late-1950s
and early-1960s. John Wieners has a greater chance of being
remembered. He published on a wider basis with both poetry and
prose, though we shouldn’t overlook Spicer’s posthumously published
detective novel, The Tower of
Babel (Talisman House, Hoboken, 1994).
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