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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful:
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Completely fascinating history of the brightest years in NYC poetry, February 22, 2006
This book is an academic though very accessible account of the poetic movements that came out of the reading series at two cafes in the East Village and St. Mark's Church in the 1960's. It illuminates the rise and fall of the various schools, including the Beats, New York School, Black Mountain, deep image, etc. and highlights the relationships, and occasionally the tensions, between these groups. Kane writes with real candor in these pages - some of the most fascinating passages deal with the exclusionary and machismo ethic of the Beats. All the usual suspects appear here - Ginsberg, Corso, O'Hara, Koch, but many lesser known poets as well.
Much attention is paid to the small literary journals that came out of these groups, including Ted Berrigan's C, and Ed Sander's magazine. The final two chapters on Bernadette Mayer and poetry slams provide an interesting continuing arc, but are less central to Kane's overall milieu.
Everything here is well-researched and well-executed. Scholars will find this an indispensible volume, and the simply curious will find it a highly entertaining and informative read.
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
All Readers Welcome, March 12, 2006
This book is fascinating not only for what it says, but by virtue of being a book at all. Kane catches his subjects on that weird cusp between memory and history, and it's a little unsettling to see something as shambolic as the Lower East Side Poetry scene of the `60s given the full-blown U.C. acid-free treatment. In places I got the feeling that anecdotes and interview asides had been polished into authoritative fact: despite some stabs at Pierre Bourdieu, Kane's mostly content to hit "record" without doing much to put the story into a larger critical context of modern American poetics, theories of literary production, or the 20th-century avant-garde. The book sometimes falls into a lazy academese that can drop "historicity," "performativity," and prim phrases like "reading a poem in this fashion therefore engaged the senses in a variety of ways" without batting an eye.
But I enjoyed the heck out of it anyway, the way you might enjoy seeing your parents' home movies screened in a state-of-the-art multiplex. It's a valuable work of collecting and remembering that only seems odd because the scene Kane writes about is still so vital--Anselm Berrigan heading the Poetry Project is its perfect living coda.
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Allows intergenerational access into a coterie of literate stoners, February 5, 2008
I found this book to be darned informative and entertaining. At its best it's like Sophia Patrillo from the Golden Girls. "Picture it: Les Deux Megots - 1961!". It imparts a feel for what must have been in the air during that time and that place. There's everything from goofball antics and foul language to a real joyous hope that they could make the world a better place, one poem at a time.
The chapter on the mimeos (what my generation uniformly knows as "zines") is fantastic. That's the core of the book, for me. That's the chapter that I feel delves most deeply into who was who and why (or to what degree) they were motivated to carve out their own galaxy.
What's nice is that the book doesn't focus on a big star like Ginsberg even though he was in and out of this scene. The focus here is on the people who, in some cases, made their greatest impact simply on this corner of society in this neighborhood. For someone like myself who has never read a behind-the-scenes Lower East Side poetry adventure biography before, this is a great book. It reinforced my affection or disdain for some people, and turned me on to some people whose work I'll now track down.
The language-poets chapter made the book end whith a whimper rather than a bang, I thought. It could be because I've not read those people deeply enough yet, but sometimes for paragraphs at a time I felt like I was reading intellectual blather aimed at elevating dry, emotionless poetry to the status of high-art. Maybe my mind will change later on after I've read those people more often. Or maybe language-poets aren't my thing.
In retrospect, I wish I had counted the number of times "coterie" is used. It's a bunch, I assure you. Still, this book is invaluabe both for what it elucidates on its own as well as for the number of directions in which one can fan out, using this book's notes, names, references and asides as starting points.
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