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\"dd_poet_diprima280x189\"<\/a>from the Los Angeles Review of Books <\/b><\/em><\/p>\n

Dale Smith<\/b><\/p>\n

Giving Everything: On Diane Di Prima<\/b><\/p>\n

THE POET DIANE DI PRIMA faces serious health problems, including Parkinson\u2019s disease, the loss of her teeth, and a degenerative failure of vision brought on by glaucoma. The 78-year-old Beat legend continues treatments for these and other health-related problems while her partner, Sheppard Powell, recovers from a liver transplant performed earlier this year. Di Prima\u2019s poetry student, the actress Amber Tamblyn, created a fund to help defray the former poet laureate of San Francisco\u2019s medical expenses and has raised nearly $25,000, thanks in part to the support of the Poetry Foundation. In October, Just Buffalo Literary Center, a community-focused literary organization in Buffalo, New York, staged a benefit featuring di Prima\u2019s 1960 absurdist play Murder Cake.<\/i> Recently, the Center for the Humanities at CUNY has published several of di Prima\u2019s prose works in their Lost and Found series that include under- or unpublished texts by mid-20th-century authors like John Wieners and Philip Whalen. Sales of the current series are being offered to aid in her recovery. My interest in di Prima is more personal. She\u2019s not considered to be a relevant force on the literary scene now, nor is she particularly a household name. But her presence in contemporary poetry and culture remains significant because she has shown so many younger writers how to participate in a literary life, one that is devised to achieve artistic integrity, if not institutional success.<\/p>\n

When di Prima began writing in 1948 the legal policies of the nation were hostile to writers like her Beat comrade Allen Ginsberg, whose publisher of the book Howl<\/i>, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, went on trial in 1957 for obscenity. It was illegal for di Prima to sell copies of Jean Genet\u2019s writing in the Phoenix Bookstore where she worked for a time in New York City. Homosexuality was outlawed; books were banned for obscene or graphic language; and single women were manhandled by a patriarchal medical industry. Men made claims to power based on new Cold War living and work conditions that rewarded masculine posturing in newly refashioned and romantic figures: the cowboy, the rebel, the bohemian, and the drifter. Adjacent to these outsider stereotypes, di Prima sought new kinds of gendered experiences through her art and social relationships. It can be easy to take for granted di Prima\u2019s determination to bring a woman\u2019s voice into a mostly male-dominated subculture.<\/p>\n

Di Prima has documented her life in two essential autobiographies detailing her experiences as a young woman in the largely male-driven artistic and social communities of mid-century. The first, Memoirs of a Beatnik<\/i> (1969), is a semi-pornographic (and semi-fictitious) representation of the coteries and dramatic social groupings she discovered in the New York of the 1950s and 1960s. The cover of the book, republished by Last Gasp in 1988, shows a young di Prima in a simple blouse and skirt. Her gaze is cast thoughtfully downward, her large eyes closed. In a picture behind her two nude women recline suggestively. Self-consciously parodying herself and the \u201cBeat\u201d mythos, she nonetheless reveals the incongruent forms of love and labor required to successfully survive as a young woman. Di Prima reveals her tenuous social position through pornographic self-description (in part to increase sales when the book was originally released in 1969). \u201cIt was as if he had been born for fucking,\u201d she writes of one lover, Jack, a 15-year-old who shares di Prima\u2019s bed with a woman she calls \u201cRunaway Julie.\u201d \u201cI still remember how he rode me, eager and beatific,\u201d she writes, \u201chis fine mouth and well-made cock that filled me so well\u2026.\u201d In all fairness, di Prima admits, she would lead Runaway Julie \u201calmost to the edge of a quick little panting orgasm.\u201d<\/p>\n

Di Prima thrived within a gruff sub-culture of artist-outsiders. She identified her comrades by their clothing, the drugs they shared, and the language they spoke, \u201ca bastardization of the black argot.\u201d Famously, she relates the events of an orgy with Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac; the latter \u201cwanted some pussy and decided he was going to get it.\u201d The pleasure she describes as she \u201csquirmed down on his cock\u201d brings her desire front and center, dislodging the focus from male sexual prowess to feminine satisfaction and control. Adding to the raunchy, delightfully sloppy scene is the timing of her menstruation: in a theatric gesture as they\u2019re all fooling around, she tosses a tampon across the room. Long before feminism was publicized by 1960s activism, di Prima encountered the postwar literary scene as a particularly instinctive kind of woman who would seek the attention of men as lovers, but not look for them to offer her security in the form of long-term relationships. In retrospect, her life stands out with a kind of determination far more radical than many of her contemporaries: she had more to risk as a young woman vulnerable to institutions of male dominance.<\/p>\n

In conversation with San Francisco poet David Meltzer, di Prima once described these early years, and her relationship to the male dominated communities of New York. Her roots growing up in a conservative Italian-American family newly immigrated to the States informs many aspects of her outlook. \u201cI decided I didn\u2019t want to live with a man,\u201d she said. \u201cMy family experience of growing up made me think that living with men wasn\u2019t a nice idea. I had lots of lovers, and I asked people if they wanted to father a kid, and everybody thought I was insane, and finally I didn\u2019t ask \u2014 I just got pregnant and had Jeanne.\u201d Recollections of My Life as a Woman <\/i>(2001), an inquiry into the radically transformed social landscape in America after World War II, chronicles a life of adventure and vulnerability, and articulates the stakes she faced as an unwed mother in the 1950s. \u201cCan I be a single mom and be a poet?\u201d she wondered, inquiring into the relationships of motherhood, art, and forms of cultural activism. She didn\u2019t accuse institutions of patriarchy, however, in her efforts to re-invent herself, instead observing that women have colluded with forms of male suppression \u201cin exchange for the dubious goodies of civilization.\u201d<\/p>\n

In Loba <\/i>(1998), an epic-length poem that explores the figure of the Great Mother in mythic terms, she writes, \u201cMake me mad, O Mother! \/ What\u2019s the use of knowledge? \/ Make me drunk with the wine of your love.\u201d The thin line between knowledge and feeling, divine inspiration and personal limitations, informs her critique of the modern world and its \u201cassault\u201d on traditional folkways. Her distrust was sparked by a kind of \u201cimmigrant fear,\u201d di Prima remarks, \u201cI carry to this day.\u201d Behind the mythic patterns explored in Loba<\/i> is her Sicilian family heritage, and its reception of \u201cA Mediterranean, or North African ritual.\u201d The many faces of the Earth Mother can be seen in diverse female figures that populate the imagination of di Prima\u2019s childhood. There was Aunt Evelyn, for instance, whom di Prima loved \u201cbest of all my mother\u2019s sisters, because she always sings. Heart full of joy, like a bird.\u201d By contrast, Emma, di Prima\u2019s mother, lived a life of \u201cdetermined cheerfulness. Neatness.\u201d While Emma fulfilled domestic duties with orderly faithfulness, di Prima explains that she did so under a form of implicit duress, and coped with her role as housewife by repeating grave proverbs: \u201cWomen had to learn to bear more pain than men. That was just how they were made.\u201d In response to Emma\u2019s fatalistic resignation, di Prima recalls a 1959 peyote trip, where \u201cI wept for the soft and vulnerable flesh of things of the world in a universe that seemed metal and precise as clockwork. Armored as beetles, and moving with blind precision, I could almost hear the clicks of the machine.\u201d<\/p>\n

Di Prima responded to the challenges of motherhood and cultural \u201cassault\u201d with a seemingly inexhaustible appetite for work. With LeRoi Jones (now Amiri Baraka) she published nearly 40 issues of the mimeograph newsletter Floating Bear<\/i> between 1961 and \u201971. Subscribers included Living Theater co-founder Julian Beck, artist Jasper Johns, novelist Fielding Dawson, and many others involved in the various sites and inflections of what Donald Allen labeled as the New American Poetry. In places like New York or San Francisco, the period was frantic with creative possibilities. \u201cIn terms of the artists in general,\u201d di Prima said, \u201cthere was so much happening, and one didn\u2019t realize that it wasn\u2019t happening like that always. There was no night when you weren\u2019t at a movie or seeing someone\u2019s new dance or going to a rehearsal of a dance you were in, rehearsing for Poet\u2019s Theater, the amount of input was huge.\u201d Her writing flourished in an atmosphere of ongoing activity; what the artists refused in terms of critical capacities they substituted for enthusiastic and constant, attention-heightening practice. \u201cSo there was a constant input, to the point where it was subliminal,\u201d di Prima said. \u201cThere was no time to analyze or say, \u2018Well, what\u2019s Jimmy Waring doing that\u2019s new in this piece, or what\u2019s happening to form in that\u2019 \u2014 but you were just taking it in and taking it in to the point where it was bypassing [\u2026] the left side of the brain, the way images do when you visualize. So you had this bank of stuff that was there for you when you wrote.\u201d<\/p>\n

Something unsettling and frightening appears alongside the great experiment in living that became the 1960s. Di Prima captures strange forms of discord in the beatnik, boho-types; a dislodged and dislocated mode of being emerges with new fears of nuclear annihilation and submission to capitalistic systems of precision that underscore the paranoia of the period. \u201cThree days ago they dropped the bomb and today it rained,\u201d di Prima writes in Dinner and Nightmares <\/i>(1961). <\/i>\u201cIf my head was a Geiger counter and I was a chicken I\u2019d have clucked my way to a hundred eggs in the beat of that rain.\u201d The small-town and largely rural existence of the nation before the war became increasingly urban and self-conscious, in part thanks to new forms of advertising and media. <\/i>The physical and psychic mobility after the war gave new freedoms; a new mobility exacted terrific pressures on individuals, too, and their lives do not always seem to align with coherence in what became the newly permissive landscapes of American plenty. The spare back-and-forth of conversations in Dinners and Nightmares<\/i> border on absurdist dialogue, but the distances between feeling and belief create a sad dissonance. In \u201cThe Poet,\u201d she writes:<\/p>\n

You gotta love he said. The world is full of children of sorrow
\nand I am always sad.<\/span><\/p>\n

He was watching this cat beat up his chick in the street.<\/p>\n

Sure man I said. The children of sorrow.<\/p>\n

The chick had nothing on but her bra and pants and she was
\nkneeling on the sidewalk.<\/p>\n

All over the world he said the children are weeping. I weep with
\nall the children of the world.<\/p>\n

Great I said<\/p>\n

A kind of posturing to reinvent a life as a woman is evident in Dinners and Nightmares<\/i>. Di Prima\u2019s narratives reveal artistic communities that are threatened not only by external cultural pressures, but also by internal paranoia. She articulates well the physical and psychic violence, though she does so at times in detached, self-protective voices. Absurdist humor and mythical fables provide some distance through which di Prima filters her energetic narratives. \u201cOnce upon a time,\u201d she writes, \u201cin a horrible city, lived a poet and a unicorn.\u201d Describing her frustration with the often-unreliable participants in her bohemian enclaves, di Prima acknowledges the \u201cloyalty\u201d of unicorns, and how one \u201cgrew angrier\u201d as \u201che heard one of his friends berate another.\u201d She writes, \u201cAs he grew angrier he began to look straight ahead and carry his head very high, and the muscle in his jaw stood out, which is a sure sign in a unicorn that he is Very Angry Indeed.\u201d While the poems and narrative vignettes show di Prima as a hip initiate in a rough and active world of male creative energies, something unstable and difficult to fix animates the events. A kind of empty spiritual life seems to have taken root even as di Prima and her companions pursued their creative liberties. By taking as much permission as necessary to fashion new self-identities in the vast systems of wealth that sustained postwar culture, di Prima\u2019s texts are sometimes at odds with the ancient and pervasive figure of the Great Mother, whose rites are often strict and in accord with austere devotions.<\/p>\n

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