Lawrence Ferlinghetti at City Lights Bookstore in North Beach.
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Born on March 24, 1919 Lawrence Ferlinghetti celebrates his 100th birthday today, still active and
apparently in reasonably good health. Can’t keep a good poet down.
And for my money Ferlinghetti is the super-nova
in the constellation of Beat poets
even including other bright spots like Alan
Ginsberg, Kenneth Rexroth, and Gary Snyder—all of whom he befriended, mentored, and published.
The poet was born in Yonkers, New York. His father was an Italian immigrant auctioneer
who had shortened the family name to Ferlin.
Young Larry did not know his real family name until he entered the Navy in 1942. His mother was of
mixed French, Portuguese, and Sephardic
Jewish extraction. He only began using the original family name for
his published work until 1955 when his first published collection, Pictures of the Gone World was
published.
His father died before he was born
and his mother when he was at an early age. He was raised largely by a French aunt Emily who took her charge with her to France while she worked as a governess
there for several years. French became his first language.
Upon returning to the United States he was placed for a time
in a Chappaqua, New York orphanage until his aunt could find a new position.
She was hired as governess to the daughter of Presley Eugene Bisland and Anna
Lawrence Brisland, in Bronxville,
New York. Anna was the
cultured daughter of the founder of Sarah
Lawrence Academy. The couple took a shine to the bright boy and
eventually became virtual parents to him. He stayed on their estate after
Emily left.
The Bislands paid for his tuition at
smart day and prep schools and at
the University of North Carolina where
the young man became interested in journalism
and wrote for the college paper.
While on summer vacation in 1940 he
and two classmates lived on an island off the coast of Maine making a living lobstering,
fishing, and beach combing. The experience cemented a lifelong love of the
sea and the seacoast.
Ferlinghetti in the Navy as Captain of a sub chaser off the coast of Normandy.
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When World War II broke out, Larry naturally enlisted in the Navy and was educated as a Midshipman and first shipped out as a
very junior officer on J.P. Morgan’s former yacht which had
been fitted out for anti-submarine
patrol along the East Coast when those waters were among the most dangerous
in the world. He advanced and later served on three larger anti-sub
ships. He was Captain of the sub chaser USS SC1308 which served
in the fleet protecting the Normandy invasion. Later he
transferred to the Pacific where he
was navigator on a troop ship.
After his ship moored in Japan and transferred its troops to occupation duty, the young officer took
time to visit devastated Nagasaki.
He was shocked, even traumatized by
what he saw only weeks after the atomic
bomb was dropped on the civilian
population. He became a lifelong, committed pacifist.
After the war he enrolled in
graduate school at Columbia University
in New York City with the help of
the GI Bill. He read widely and
deeply in the classics of English
literature and was influenced by American poets like Walt Whitman, T. S. Eliot,
Ezra Pound, Carl Sandburg, Vachel
Lindsay, Marianne Moore, and E. E. Cummings. He also devoured American novelists Thomas Wolfe, Ernest Hemingway, and John
Dos Passos. He was searching for an authentically American,
democratic voice. Instructors at Columbia included a who’s who of the New
York literati—Babette, Deutsch, Lionel Trilling, Jacques Barzun, and Mark Van
Doren. He earned his master’s
degree in 1947.
Then it was off for further study at the Sorbonne in Paris.
He lived and studied in the City of Lights until getting his doctorate with honors in 1951.
One of his two main theses was on the city as symbolism in poetry, another recurring theme in future work.
In 1953 Ferlinghetti and his wife, Selden
Kirby-Smith who he had married after returning to the States from France,
settled in San Francisco. He
taught and tutored French and spent most of his time painting and free lancing
as an art critic.
His first
foray into poetry was as a translator
of work in French published by Peter Martin in his City Lights
magazine. It was the beginning of a close collaboration that really
blossomed when the two men joined forces to open City Lights Bookstore in
the heart of the bohemian North Beach area. It was the first all-paperback bookstore in the U.S. and
specialized in poetry, literary fiction, and a good supply of the latest
European literature.
Ferlinghetti's first poetry collection Number One in City Light Books Pocket Poetry series.
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Martin opted out of the partnership in 1955 and Ferlinghetti
expanded operations by launch its own publishing house. The first volume
in what would become the famous Pocket Poet series was Pictures
of the Gone World. It would be followed by volumes by Kenneth
Rexroth, Kenneth Patchen, Allen Ginsberg, Denise Levitov, William Carlos
Williams, and Gregory Corso.
City Lights was never intended to be exclusively a Beat imprint—it issued work by a
number of European writers and Williams who represented an avante garde of an earlier era—but it became the most
important publisher of the movement. He also published prose by Charles
Bukowski, Neil Cassady and others and leftist essays by Noam
Chomsky, Tom Hayden, and Howard Zinn. Under
Ferlinghetti’s still active supervision, it continues to be an important source
of culturally cutting edge work.
Ferlinghetti first heard New York based Alan Ginsburg read Howl
at the famous Six Gallery Reading in October 1956 which was the
formal introduction of the Beat movement to the San Francisco arts
community. The next day Ferlinghetti sent Ginsburg a wire that began, “I greet you at the beginning of an illustrious
career.” Howl became the fourth volume in the Pocket Poet series.
It also became a famous cause célèbre.
Ferlinghetti proudly and defiantly displaying copies of Alan Ginsberg's Howl. His obscenity trial for publishing and selling the book became a key case in ending censorship in literature.
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Ferlinghetti and his book store manager were arrested by San Francisco police and charged with obscenity for publishing and selling
the book. The case against the manager was dropped, but the city
vigorously went after the publisher. It was a long trial and Ferlinghetti
was represented by an American Civil Liberties Union lawyer. Major
literary and academic figures testified about the artistic merit of the book. In the end judge Clayton Horn acquitted
Ferlinghetti and ruled that Howl had significant artistic merit.
It was one of the cases that finally broke the back of censorship of literature.
The book that cemented Ferlinghetti’s own reputation as a
poet was not published by City Lights. A Coney Island of the
Mind was issued by New Directions, a prestigious New York publisher
in 1958. It was both a critical and a popular success. In
a country that has largely rejected poetry as a popular medium, it has sold over a million copies over the last
sixty plus years and has never gone out of print.
I nearly wore out my copy of Ferlinghetti's Coney Island of the Mind
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Ferlinghetti’s masterpiece,
one of my own favorite books of poetry, was unlike the work of most of the Beats.
It was lyrical and often told a
story. But then the poet often said he didn’t personally consider himself
a Beat, despite his fondness for them, but considered himself a bohemian in the tradition of Williams, E.E.
Cummings, and Ezra Pound.
50 Poems by Lawrence Ferlinghetti 50 Images by Armando Milani
was published in
2010. The following year Ferlinghetti contributed two of his poems to the
celebration of the 150th Anniversary of
Italian unification—Songs of the Third World War and Old
Italians Dying inspired the artists of the exhibition Lawrence
Ferlinghetti and Italy 150 held in Turin,
Italy.
Ferlinghetti always considered his art an extension of his
personal anarcho-pacifist philosophy and socialist politics.
He echoed one of his heroes, Vachel Lyndsay in his Populist
Manifesto, “Poets, come out of your closets, Open your windows, open
your doors, You have been holed up too long in your closed worlds…Poetry should
transport the public to higher places, than other wheels can carry it.”
Ferlinghetti's brand new novel/memoir.
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Meaning what he wrote, he has often brought his poetry to the
forefront of the struggle for peace
and disarmament, civil rights, and justice. Most recently Ferlinghetti has published I
Greet You At The Beginning Of A Great Career: The Selected Correspondence of
Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Allen Ginsberg 1955–1997 in 2015 and Writing
Across the Landscape: Travel Journals, 1960-2010 the same year. Barely
a week before his centennial his new
novel/memoir/stream of consciousness
screed Little Boy was launched.
The rise of the Age
of Trump has spurred scathing poems that show none of the old fire has been
quelled.
Ferlinghetti still lives above the Bookstore. He
travels as widely as he is able. He continues to paint and in 2012 had a
50 year retrospective exhibit of his works on canvas.
Ferlinghetti has always been an artist as well as a painter. Liberty on Earth, 1992, mixed media.
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His birthday will be celebrated with an open house party at City Lights Bookstore and neighboring cafés, bars, and galleries. San Francisco Mayor London Breed has proclaimed March 24 Lawrence Ferlinghetti Day and several other events will be held
across the city including a new solo exhibition of his paintings, Lawrence
Ferlinghetti: 100 Years Without a Net at the Rena Branstein Gallery and a special screening of the documentary film Ferlinghetti by director
Chris Felver at the Roxie Theater.
Way to go, master.
May we all live so long and so well.
Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15)
Constantly risking absurdity
and
death
whenever
he performs
above the heads
of
his audience
the poet like an acrobat
climbs
on rime
to
a high wire of his own making
and balancing on eyebeams
above a sea of faces
paces his way
to the other side of day
performing entrechats
and sleight-of-foot tricks
and other high theatrics
and all without mistaking
any
thing
for what it may not be
For he's the super
realist
who must perforce perceive
taut truth
before
the taking of each stance or step
in his supposed advance
toward that still higher perch
where Beauty stands and waits
with gravity
to
start her death-defying leap
And he
a little charleychaplin man
who may or may not catch
her
fair eternal form
spreadeagled in the empty air
of
existence
—Lawrence Ferlinghetti from A
Coney Island of the Mind
A gathering of Beat poets in 1971. Ferlinghetti top row center with Allen Ginsberg, Gary
Snyder, , Gregory Corso, Michael McClure, Kenneth Rexroth, Peter Orlovsky, and others.
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Pity the Nation
After Khalil
Gibran
Pity the nation
whose people are sheep
And whose
shepherds mislead them
Pity the nation
whose leaders are liars
Whose sages are
silenced
And whose bigots
haunt the airwaves
Pity the nation
that raises not its voice
Except to praise
conquerers
And acclaim the
bully as hero
And aims to rule
the world
By force and by
torture
Pity the nation
that knows
No other
language but its own
And no other
culture but its own
Pity the nation
whose breath is money
And sleeps the
sleep of the too well fed
Pity the nation
oh pity the people
who allow their
rights to erode
and their
freedoms to be washed away
My country,
tears of thee
Sweet land of
liberty!
—Lawrence Ferlinghetti from A
Coney Island of the Mind
Ferlinghetti reading Trump's Trojan Horse.
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Trump’s Trojan Horse
Homer didn’t
live long enough
To tell of Trump’s White House
Which is his Trojan horse
From which all the president’s men
Burst out to destroy democracy
And install corporations
As absolute rulers of the world
Ever more powerful than nations
And it’s happening as we sleep
Bow down, oh Common Man
Bow down!
To tell of Trump’s White House
Which is his Trojan horse
From which all the president’s men
Burst out to destroy democracy
And install corporations
As absolute rulers of the world
Ever more powerful than nations
And it’s happening as we sleep
Bow down, oh Common Man
Bow down!
—Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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