in celebration of a new book of collages
The two-sided collage shown here was in the possession of
myself and Diane Rothenberg for something like a half-century before we sold it
earlier this year with the intention of divesting ourselves of some of our
accumulated art works and in this instance turning the proceeds toward the
funding of a granddaughter’s college education.
We had first met Jess and Robert Duncan in 1959 on what was also our
first visit to fabled
San Francisco.
Before that Robert and I had begun a
correspondence around the miniature magazine,
Poems from the Floating World, that I was then editing, and when
Lawrence Ferlinghetti and City Lights published my first book,
New Young German Poets, a trip to the
Bay Area became inevitable.
That was in
early summer, following a crosscountry car ride with friends and a bus trip up the
coast from
Los Angeles.
We stayed in a small hotel on
Geary Street and I
rented a still smaller room nearby to use as a writing studio.
On our third or fourth day there we went over
to City Lights to meet with Ferlinghetti and ran into a photo shoot by Harry
Redl that included Philip Lamantia along with Robert and Lawrence.
It should be noted that Robert was fully
bearded at that time and that I was fully beardless, a circumstance that
changed for both of us within a year or two.
By the end of the City Lights session, Robert had invited us to their
place in
Stinson Beach, for which we borrowed a car from
another friend and headed out the following morning, stopping serendipitously
to pick up Robert, whom we found hitchhiking on a local road.
I knew by then that Robert was deeply if
literarily attracted to magic, and so the night in
Stinson Beach
was, for Diane and me at least, a night of magic.
Jess was also bearded at the time, and while
Robert resembled a young Walt Whitman, Jess I thought was like a young D.H.
Lawrence.
The meal prepared by Jess and
decorated with orange nasturtium flowers was new to us, and the evening was
illuminated further by a net of phosphorescent plankton off the nearby coast
and a shower of meteors in the distant night sky.
I was struck as well by the degree of overlap
I felt with both of them, and the exchange that began then was, I hope,
fruitful for all of us, as it certainly was for me.
After Robert came to visit us for several
weeks later that year, Jess sent us the two-sided collage, which stayed with us
until 2012, though it was only late into that stay that we became aware again of
the side displaying the shepherdess in full and magical color.
At that time too I commissioned and published
O!, a collage book of Jess’s, under
the imprint of Hawk’s Well Press, a small press that I had founded and was
publishing from our headquarters in upper Manhattan.
It was a great surprise, then, when we came on
Jess: O! Tricky Cad &
Other Jessoterica, a magnificent new gathering of collages, edited by Michael Duncan and published last year
by Siglio Press in
Los Angeles, and found that the cover image
was our untitled shepherdess and that the book included a full facsimile insert
of Jess’s
O! The original two-sided collage is now in the
possession and care of Frances Beatty and Allen Alder, where I trust it will be
safer and as much admired as it was by its previous owners.
We do however have still another, much more
casual collage by Jess, an extra gift from him, that has never otherwise been
on public view.
I’ll post it here as a conclusion
to this accounting and a further expression of our gratefulness and love for
Robert and him.
1 comment:
I keep coming back to that first image:
Shepherdess leading Her flock
if it weren't for all of the politics and wars that followed the myth and testaments that we now sell as fact/truth and dogma, we-all jus' might have become
all-inclusive ?
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