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Howl 45<br />
(Ezra Pound), mid-century poets were playing it safe. The issue<br />
was Ginsberg’s poetics. The prizing of spontaneity, which may in<br />
part have come out of Whitman (“Spontaneous Me” was one of<br />
Whitman’s titles), came for Ginsberg more conspicuously out of jazz,<br />
out of the automatic writing experiments of the French surrealists,<br />
out of Japanese aesthetics such as brush painting, and especially out<br />
of the Buddhist idea, often quoted by Ginsberg, “first thought, best<br />
thought.” 7 This approach can lead, as it certainly did for Whitman, to<br />
fatuity, obviousness, and rhetorical excess: this is the risk one takes. In<br />
the context of a critical establishment whose leading lights included<br />
John Crowe Ransom, Cleanth Brooks, and Robert Penn Warren,<br />
Howl was initially seen as having no poetic merit at all (it did get<br />
attention, owing to the court case and to the growing awareness that<br />
there was a “beat generation” and that Ginsberg was its poetic voice). It<br />
was said to be loose, obscene, adolescent, pretentious, and amateurish.<br />
At best these critics saw it (and Ginsberg to some extent encouraged<br />
the view) as the “raw” pole of the raw-vs.-cooked binary opposition<br />
popular at the time—i.e. the open vs. the closed, the improvisatory vs.<br />
the formal. Marjorie Perloff has argued that this is pure mythology,<br />
since Ginsberg “was probably a much truer modernist than were<br />
mandarin poets like Louis Simpson or Donald Hall” (29–30). Howl<br />
can hardly be said to have given up formalism either; given “the use of<br />
biblical strophes, tied together by lavish anaphora and other patterns<br />
of repetition” (Perloff 30) and given the highly artificial nature of<br />
Ginsberg’s language—its oxymorons and incongruities, its ellipses<br />
and syntactic distortions—no one should mistake it for “unformed<br />
speech” as critics have charged (Perloff 35). More than 50 years later,<br />
there is still no shortage of critics who see Howl as, at best, representative<br />
of a period in American culture, and therefore of social or cultural<br />
more than of literary interest.<br />
In the end, it is the language of the body that is most taboo. The<br />
poet Mark Doty describes hearing Ginsberg read at various points in<br />
his career, the last time at a Dodge Poetry Festival in New Jersey, on<br />
Teachers’ Day, in 1996.<br />
It’s maybe six months before his death, but Allen’s in fine<br />
and sweetly energetic form, reading/ chanting his late, playful<br />
chants—“don’t smoke, don’t smoke, suck cock, suck cock”—and<br />
everyone just loves him. (12)