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                                           January  17, 2009
                                           February 16, 2009

  One reason I might not be up on the
  early 20th century Greenwich               IMPROPER_BOHEMIANS
  Village poetry scene is that the
  poetry just wasn't all that good.          As I set out reading "The Improper
                                             Bohemians" I remembered that I
     It seems that everyone                  owned an old volume titled
     who writes about this                   "Modern Poetry" that was of the
     scene also quotes the                   right vintage to include a
     apparently godawful                     sampling of some of their work.
     volume "The Day in
     Bohemia" by Jack Reed--                 ('Twas edited by Louis Untermeyer,
     just because it was                     and as it happens, this book
     written by Jack Reed.                   itself is mentioned in "Improper
                                             Bohemians".)

  Churchil quotes:                               My copy of "Modern Poetry"
                                                 is the fourth edition from
  "In winter the water is frigid,                1930.
  In summer the water is hot;
  And we're forming a club                       "Molly Goodell" wrote her
     for controlling the tub                     name inside the front cover,
  For there's only one bath to                   on "2 February 1935" using a
  the lot."                                      blue-green ink. It has a pair
                                                 of four-leaf clovers pressed
  And so on.                                     into the pages, along with a
                                                 red ribbon.
  "O life is a joy to a broth of a boy
  At Forty-two Washington Square!"

  Anna Alice Chapin quotes:

    "Yet we are free who live in Washington Square,
    We dare to think as uptown wouldn't dare,
    Blazing our nights with arguments uproarious;
    What care we for a dull old world censorious,
    When each is sure he'll fashion something glorious?"


  And consider Harry Kemp, a man
  with something of a wild man
  image, and who probably needed          ... a ruddy, stout-chested
  it to get anyone to read his            man named Harry Kemp,
  stuff:                                  known to newspaper readers
                                          as the Vagabond Poet, the
                                          Villon of America, the
    "There is battle here, there is       Hobo Poet, or the Tramp
       clean and vigorous war,            Poet.  Unkempt Harry Kemp
     There are bivouacs visited by        ... rode the rails with a
       night's every star,                volume of Keats between
     There are long, barren slopes        his belt and his naked
       of encampment burned clean         belly.  He began writing
       by the sun,                        his own poetry ("All night
     And ramparts of strange new          I've crouched in empty
       dreams to be stormed and won.      cars/That rode into the
     Here the five-petaled wild rose      dawn") ... Kemp was the
       blossoms more sweet                stuff of which
     Because the earth is barren          contemporary news features
       and the heat                       were made-- a gaunt,
     Intolerable for lush,                Lincolnesque youth who
       domestic grass;                    loved the out-of-doors,
     The ocean shines like many           wrote sincere poetry, and
       disks of brass,                    never wore a necktie or a
     Or between white hollows it          hat.  --p.31-32, Allen
       lapses, great and green            Churchill, "The Improper
     Where solitude sifts slowly          Bohemians"
       in between
     The hills of sparkling waste              According to Untermeyer,
       and rise and fall--                     Kemp began publishing
     Hills whose one music is the              in 1910 (a play) but didn't
       sea bird's call!...                     start living up to his image
     And here is all space that                until 1920 with "Chanteys
       every eye can see:                      and Ballads" and the
     The ocean completing all                  autobiography "Tramping on
       immensity,                              Life" (1922)
     And the sky, mother of infinity--
     Yet greatness on smallness jostles
       till both are one
     And a grain of sand stands
       doorkeeper to the sun."

     That is "Cape's End", presumably one
     of Kemp's best, since it's the only
     one Louis Untermeyer chose to run
     in his "Modern American Poetry"
     (p. 377-8 of the 4th ed, published 1930,
     1st ed was published 1919)


         Rigidly rhyming couplets,
         with a really uneven,          This is like the first poem
         lurching meter...              of a teenager that likes
                                        the idea of writing poetry,
         The closing couplet            but hasn't read very much
         isn't too bad-- but            of it -- excessively aware
         "jostles"?                     of the most obvious aspects,
                                        with no feel for detail or
           And the ocean waves          subtlety.
           considered as
           "hills of sparkling
           waste"?



It appears that this was a period where
experimental verse was in transition.

They're not sure what rules, if
any, they're going to follow.             E.g. is it okay to rhyme
                                          if you don't scan?
   They may have been
   odd, unconventional                    Can you use formal structure
   folks downtown in the                  if you address an
   boho of the 1910s, but                 unconventional topic?
   to our ear their idea
   of poetry seems
   relatively conventional.

                                    Edna St. Vincent Villay, the
                                    star of the Village scene-- a
                                    case where the best and the
                                    best known appear to coincide--
                                    has a very formal structure to
                                    much of her poetry, however
                                    unusual the sentiment.

                                                                MALAISE

  On the other hand Alfred Kreymborg's
  work strikes me as very good...                    "Advertisement"
                                                     seems much like
  And the magazine that Kreymborg                    something one
  started sounds like an interesting                 might hear read
  project (Allen Churchill, "Improper"               at the 3300
  p.120-121):                                        Club today:

  "... Alfred Kreymborg, a modest,                   "We want a man of forty
  bespectacled man from New York's                      for the job.
  East Side who saw poetry in such                    One who has enjoyed his
  modern terms that he was too                          little fill of romance.
  modern for contemporary moderns."                   And suffered intermittent
                                                        indigestion ever since.
  "... the trail-blazing Harriet                      One whose memories are
  Monroe of Chicago, would have                         sufficiently cold
  nothing to do with his              She founded       successfully to resist
  too-modern-for-the-moderns          "Poetry",         the embraces of
  verse.  There seemed to be          in 1912,          truancy."
  nothing to do but start his own     and it is
  magazine in Greenwich Village."     still going
                                      strong to
                                      this day.
  And that was:

     _Others: A Magazine of New Verse_,


According to Churchill, the title of the
magazine derived from one of Kreymborg's                Churchill seems
'Mushrooms' (small poems):                              under the impression
                                                        that "mushrooms" were
     "The old expressions are with us always,           one-liners, but
     and there are always others."                      Kreymborg's collection
                                                        of that title
                                                        contradicts that.

Churchill claimed "the contemporary
press discovered a source of endless
delight.  ... in high glee printed        And in "Improper Bohemians",
such excerpts as Mina Toy's":             that was the one and only
                                          mention of Mina Toy, a really
     "Spawn of fantasies                  impressive poet that deserves
     Sitting the appraisable              to be better known.
     Pig Cupid     his rosy snout
     Rooting erotic garbage"                  She was not included
                                              in Untermeyer's
                                              anthology, either.

                                                  So we may rest easy
                                                  that the mainstream
                                                  poetry establishment
                                                  did not call everything
                                                  right.









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