Showing posts with label 20th century. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 20th century. Show all posts

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Grove Press, est. 1951

"That principle, that no one has the right to tell us what we can and cannot read, is one that's always been dear to me." - Barney Rosset

1951 Barry Rosset bought Grove Press, a publishing house which had published only 3 titles, for $3000.


Grove published, among much erotic literature, Camus, Ferlinghetti, Brecht, LeRoi Jones, Albee's first play, French avant-garde's Robbe-Grillet, Genet, Ionesco, politicians Malcolm X, Franz Fannon, Debray, the American Beats of the 50's, Black Mountain and the San Francisco Renaissance, Harris' My Life and Loves (complete and unexpurgated), the unabridged complete Sade, Japanese authors such as Oe, Emmanuelle Arsan, Alan Ayckbourn, Imamu Amiri Baraka, Eric Berne, Paul Bowles, James Broughton, William S. Burroughs, Marguerite Duras, Wallace Fowlie, Robert Frank, Allen Ginsberg, Maurice Girodias, Witold Gombrowicz, Juan Goytisolo, Nat Hentoff, André Hodeir, Jack Kerouac, D.H. Lawrence, Henry Miller, Pablo Neruda, Frank O'Hara, Charles Olson, Joe Orton, Harold Pinter, George Reavey, John Rechy, Kenneth Rexroth, Michael Rumaker, Hubert Selby, Gilbert Sorrentino, Amos Tutuola, Parker Tyler, Tomi Ungerer, Alan Watts.


1959 Grove published Lady Chatterley's Lover (1928) in its first unexpurgated US edition. The unexpurgated Chatterley was sent from Paris to Rosset in New York and was confiscated as material promoting "indecent and lascivious thoughts", something illegal at the time.  May 15 Rosset sued the NYC postmaster, citing Justice Brennan's finding 2 years earlier that the First Amendment guaranteed protection to works including those that had any redeeming social importance.  July 21 Justice Bryan ruled in Rosset's favor.  Appeals Court's panel of 3 judges unanimously upheld Bryan's decision and the issue wasn't appealed to the Supreme Court.  The post office was ordered to lift all bans on the importation of the book, and Chatterley reached #2 on the NY Times bestsellers and sold 2 000 000 copies within a year.

1961 Rosset published Tropic of Cancer (1934).  The book sold 1 000 000 copies the first year.  60 individual booksellers in 21 states were charged with Obscenity for selling it.  Rosset attempted to assist (legally, financially) every bookseller prosecuted, regardless of whether or not he was obligated legally.  Court opinions varied.  In 1964 all findings that Cancer was obscene were overruled in Supreme Court Grove Press, Inc. v. Gerstein.

1962 Grove published Naked Lunch (1958), which had been published expurgated in 1959 by Olympia Press in Paris.  The book was banned in Boston for Obscenity.  Grove added to the book material regarding the censorship battle and material written by Burroughs about drug addiction.  In 1966 the decision deeming Naked Lunch obscene was reversed by the Massachusetts Supreme Court.  This trial included testimonial support from Ginsberg and Mailer.  It was the last major literary censorship battle in the US.


1957 Rosset founded a quarterly magazine called the Evergreen Review.  Issue #1 featured a Sartre essay, an interview with New Orleans jazz drummer Baby Dodds and a Beckett story.  Issue #2 proclaimed the "San Francisco Scene" and featured writing by the beats, bringing them to a larger audience.


1964 April-May edition was the beginning of regular nude pictorials, and was seized for Obscenity in Hicksville, NY.

1964 Grove published Waiting for Godot, which had been refused by more mainstream publishers.  With its success, Grove became the publisher of the theater of the absurd in America, publishing its formost playwrights, whose world-renown established Grove as a serious legitimate literary press.


In the later 1960's Rosset began investing in films, including importing the controversial (for explicit sex) film I am Curious (Yellow), which earned $14 000 000.  Grove went to trial for Obscenity over the film, which was banned in Mass., and won in rulings in 1969 and 1971.  Rosset had been involved in film since the 40's.  By the late 60's he had a lot of money from publishings of erotic literature.  For a short time he owned a theater near Grove's offices.  From the profits of Curious, Rosset doubled the size of his film division, which in the absence of other commercial hits nearly bankrupt Grove.

1970 second-wave feminists attacked the sexist and somewhat misogynist Grove .  This coincided with Groves being taken public, which drove Grove's 150 insecure workers to push for unionization.  Rosset fired many of the striking workers.  Feminists occupied Grove's office, for which he had the police drag them out.

1985 Rosset sold Grove to Ann and Gordon Getty.  He remained president, but was fired a year later.  He regretted selling Grove.

1988 Rosset and his wife Astrid revived Evergreen online.

Barry Rosset is dead.  He died in hospital in Manhattan, New York on a Tuesday night at the end of May while undergoing a double-heart valve replacement procedure at age 89.


The majority of Grove's readers were in college or high-school, during an era when those populations were growing.  Grove's main association was with censored sexual taboos.  Grove was born amidst the sexual politics of the 50's, at a time when books were very important and when distribution of printed matter required uncommon sums of money, distribution networks and self-defense.  People identified themselves by what they read.  Grove entered the publishing industry during a revolution of book-printing when books were made affordable and readership was expanded through paperbacks. It was involved in the movements which would become the revolutionary currents of the 60's. Lauren Glass wrote, "Grove Press established and expanded the circuits through which experimental and radical literature was distributed, particularly to the burgeoning college and university populations that were the seedbed of the counter culture, thereby effectively democratizing the avant-garde. By the end of the sixties, the avant-garde had in essence become a component of the mainstream..."

“We thought a magazine, even a self proclaimed literary review, had to be involved in politics. We felt sex was healthy and made (then) bold use of fiction and graphics so declaring. We operated on a shoestring and still got our issues out on time. In short, we had a ball.” - Barney Rosset

The authors Grove published later became college curriculum standards.  After Godot, O, and Malcolm X, Grove could have rested on its royalties, but Rosset did otherwise.  Throughout the legal trials, Rosset paid for the defense of small booksellers, the cost of which nearly put Grove out of business several times.


Rosset later said that he was uninterested in Chatterley as a book, but that he thought Lawrence was more "literary" in public opinion than other writers deemed obscene, and that Lawrence's book would be easier to present as "literature" to the courts.  Rosset valued this as a means of getting to publish Tropic of Cancer, which he loved.


"Publishing, that grand, battered, and essential institution..." - Barney Rosset



Monday, 18 November 2013

1963, 1964, 1965, 1966, 1967, 1968

1963 bohemians in Greenwich Village





1964 Dancers at the Whisky-a-go-go




1965 English Mods



Rockers,


Bohemians ("Beatniks")






1967 Haight Street in the Summer of Love











1968  "Well all these people   are really in love with each other   like REALLY in love with eachother   like you don't even ask what your names are anymore."
















Sunday, 17 November 2013

Howl, 1956; On the Road, 1957

Summer 1955, one of the Six Gallery founders, Wally Hedrick, approached Ginsberg about organizing a poetry reading at the gallery.  Ginsberg refused.  After drafting Howl, though, Ginsberg changed his mind.

The reading was October 7, 1955, and was the first public showing of the works of the beat poets, which before had only been known to a small circle of people.


For 3 weeks in 1951, Kerouac wrote on a scroll about trips and friends between 1947 and 1950, using notebooks which contained much of the text, and which had begun to be turned into a novel by 1948.  In 1950 Keroac devised the idea of Spontaneous Prose after reading a long letter from Neil Cassady and wrote the novel as if a letter to a friend, written like jazz.

In the next half decade, Kerouac spent time working various jobs, living with his mother, travelling, drinking, and writing the drafts of 10 other novels.

City Lights Pocket Series, 1955-2011


Tuesday, 5 November 2013

International Poetry Incarnation (June 11 1965)

"Love! Love! Love! Love! love! love! love. love. love. love. love. love.... Love! Love! Love! Love! Love. love. love. Love. Love.
(A breath)...
Come man Come!  Come!"

Who were the Hippies?  In 1965 there were Hipsters, beatniks, bohemians.  Longish-haired Beatlemaniacs drinking and smoking joints, sharing the secret with other heads.  Health-food stores.  Musicians still wore suits and evening dresses in 64, less so in 65.

1965.06.11th the Royal Albert Hall was rented for 450£ and mc'd by Alex Trocchi.  7000 people unexpectedly filled the hall.







Ferlinghetti recited "To Fuck is to Love Again."

Dreaming of utopias
where everyone's a lover
I see San Fransisco from my window
thru some old navy beerbottles
The glass is dark
What's it all about
I move the ships about
in my binoculars
like some mad admiral
Dark Dark Dark
we are all shunted into it
a concrete Crete
freeway pinball labyrinth
cars into tunnels
dancers long gone under the hills
kiss kiss in stone boudoirs
the earth a turbine
storing sexual energy
turning and turning into the dark
under the skyscrapers with their time on top
tickertape time tick tick
civilization and its crickets
The dark thread
draws us all in
into the wind-up labyrinth
undischarged sexual energy
not mine the city's
There's the Fairmont phallus
There's the Mark masturbation
There's the Park there's the cement works
There's the Steam Beer Brewing plant
There's the Actor's Workshop
Nothing brewing there these days
There's the Bay there's that Bridge
There's that treasured Island the Navy doesn't need
We need it but we don't need the Navy
Sail Away forever somewhere why don't you
Ah there's the sun again
There's the Hall of Justice blockhouse
personifying itself
Mussolini Modern
There's the sky there's skywriting
chalk on a mirror
What's it all about
Someone trying to trace something up there
Sun solves it
in the mirror
of eternity
A train pulls out of Third Street Station
not going anywhere
discharge of aimless sexual energy
tick tick over the rails
to a coupling in Palo Alto
Life goes on not going anywhere
Time goes on tick tick
what's it all about
find the tick in the labyrêve
of eternity
follow your thread
around the next corner
I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishnamurti meant
Love's a lost tick and desire fails
As we grow older the clatter becomes more complicated
Put your ear to the flesh and you'll still hear it
tick tick over the rails
bearing us away
And there is a time to die
and there is a time to live
but who's got a bad ticker
and what's everything waiting for
Don't tell me they're still Waiting
We've been thru all that already
even the poets dug it
you could almost dear them beginning to think
tick tick
even the painters finally caught on pop pop
Now it's all over maybe
nothing happening anyplace anymore maybe
especially in San Fransisco baby
stranded whales all over the place
elder statesmen poets high and dry
flopping about out of breath
and a labyrinth the worst place of all
for a whale to find himself
How do we get out
where do we go from here
what's the next development
what's around the next corner
why is everything holding its breath
why am I here typing
turned-on in my attic
holding my breath Om Om
tick tick
I've got a good ticker
I'm winding up my thread
but I am no Prince Theseus nor was meant to be
I'll slay no minotaurs in my Attic retreat
with the sword I use to cut my meat
Still I'm always looking for the action
at the heart of things
Must be something shaking somewhere
someone on some rooftop must be loving
in the hot sun
in this labyrinth of solitude
which is neither cold Crete nor hot Mexico
but is still full of solos
gringo pachucos
trying to trace it out
trying to figure out
what it's all about
and why the sun still goes on turning
and still is god to my dog
The sun the sun behold the sun
Great God Sun still riseth
in our rubaiyat
and strikes the towers with a shaft of light
The sun the sun still rules everything
even the sky as we know it
even love as we know it
even life which is nothing but heat
discharge of sexual energy
And there is a time to embrace
and there is a time to refrain from embracing
and the sun goes on cooling
Discharge of undirected sexual energy
and the Cold War gets cooler and desire fails
Other-directed sexual energy
And there is a time to hate
and there is a time to love
and there is a time to keep silence
and there is a time to speak
and two more government scientists throw in the sponge
Mis-directed sexual energy
But is this cooling-off period to string us out forever
How about some love in the cool-cool climate
how about some instant joy
inner-directed sexual energy
let's get hot again baby
I didn't say Shoot I said Fuck
I'm sorry officer don't take me away
I'm sorry Mother
that's the only word that works
It's a word of love daddy
for which there's no refined substitute
even in French
Still I'm trying to refine it
I'm trying to make it holy
I'm trying to make it socially acceptable
even to Cretan cretins lost in a maze
for to fuck is to love again
and we shall rise up again at the voice of a bird
and there is a time to hate
and there is a time to love
so let's everybody love it up
in the sun
which won't burn on forever and ever
That's the solution Comrade
maybe the only one Comrade
Why are you so puritanical Comrade
kicking Allen Ginsberg out of Czechoslovakia
Let's turn on together Comrade
and you too Colonel Cornpone
I'm serious Comrade
I'm serious Colonel Cornpone
let's repeat it together
To fuck is to love again
kyrie eleison hallelujah
A litany like that
means more to us Romans
than any Hail Mary full of grace
though blessed be the fruit of her womb
And don't think you have to lie down abjectly General
for there is a time to kill
and there is a time to kiss
but the tick of hate is loose in the labyrinth
dies irae dies illa illa illa
and ticks carry diseases but kisses carry love
which is also infectious
And there is a time for war
and there is a time for a piece of love
So get ready General
Ready Get Set Fuck
kyrie kyrie hallelujah
By the right flank Fuck
and blessed be the fruit
By the left flank Fuck
and blessed be the fruit
By the rear Fuck
Blessed Blessed Blessed
So kiss thy neighbor in another country
kyrie kyrie kyrie
exchange fucking populations
kyrie kyrie hallelujah
You send us all your women in babushkas
We'll send you all our men wearing neckties
Americans love travel
We love exotic places and people
We dig Chinese chicks we dig Cuban chicks we dig Arab boys
You'll think yours are exotic too
I'm tired of this climate anyway
you're tired of yours
so let's get together on this
let's get down to bare essentials
and have a mass exchange fuck
a fucking real exchange program
an enormous international hardcore Fuck Corps
And nevermind the protocol
and nevermind the quotas
We've all got our own passe-partout
if to fuck is to love again
And nevermind the overpopulation
Contraception can contain
all but love
And blessed be the fruit of transcopulation
and blessed be the fruit of transcopulation
and blessed be the fucking world with no more nations!
hosanna pulchrissima
kyrie kyrie kyrie kyrie hallelujah!

we'll all still have the sun
in which to recognize ourselves at last across the world
over the obscene boundaries!

San Fransisco-London 1964--1965


The night was documented by Peter Whitehead in his "Wholly Communion".