Jonah Raskin :
LITERATURE | Obit for the American Shelley: Michael McClure (1932-2020)

Beat poet, author of ‘The Beard,’ died in Oakland on May 4.

Michael McClure, 2004. Photo by Gloria Graham / Wikimedia Commons.

By Jonah Raskin | The Rag Blog | May 14, 2020

SONOMA COUNTY, Calif. — Along with a star-studded cast of Sixties personalities, among them Timothy Leary, Dick Gregory, Jerry Rubin, and Lenore Kandel, Michael McClure performed at the Human Be-In that was held in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco on January 14, 1967. That event, which preceded the Summer of Love, is said to have ushered in the era of sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll, and rebellion.

But the Sixties really began in San Francisco on October 7, 1955, at an art gallery known as the Six. There were no psychedelic drugs, but there was plenty of inexpensive red wine, and there was, apparently, an orgy afterwards. The Six Gallery reading brought about a revolution in American poetry that shook the literary establishment.

Of the five poets who performed their work at the Six Gallery, only one of them — Gary Snyder — is still alive, and he’s 90. Michael McClure, who was born in Kansas in 1932, died in Oakland, California, on May 4, 2020. He was 87. Lawrence Ferlinghetti, who attended the landmark cultural event at the Six, is still alive at 100, but he didn’t read any of his work. While he published the Beat Generation writers, he wasn’t really a Beat, but a bohemian, a painter, an anarchist and in a way petty bourgeois, as the owner of City Lights Books and City Lights Publishing. Too bad there aren’t more petty bourgeois individuals like him.

McClure was genuinely Beat and
part of the inner circle.

McClure was genuinely Beat and part of the inner circle, though he also carved out his own style of poetry and theater. Henry David Thoreau’s quip, “If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer,” certainly applied to McClure.

An environmentalist and an ecologist, he wrote The Beard, a raunchy play about Jean Harlow and Billy the Kid. One obit writer noted that the piece has “a scene of simulated cunnilingus,” though when I saw it performed the oral sex was for real. Both actors seemed to enjoy it. As Abbie Hoffman would say, “Oral sex is down and dirty and in the dark, but someone has to do it.”

For years, McClure played music with Ray Manzarek of The Doors. I heard him perform at the Sweetwater Music Hall in Marin County, though he spent so much time rehearsing that when it came time for him to face the audience he was largely played out. The rehearsal, which went on for hours, proved to be more entertaining than the performance itself, though it was very cool, indeed, to see him and hear him on stage with the Grateful Dead’s Bob Weir. But then he was in his 70s.

In many ways, McClure was a poet’s poet who never enjoyed the large global audience that Allen Ginsberg created and then nurtured for decades. McClure also had a keen sense of politics, censorship, and artistic freedom. Early on, he recognized the chilling effect of the Cold War and McCarthyism on American culture, creativity, and moral values.

McClure morphed from the Beat culture of the ’50s to the hippie culture of the ’60s.

He helped to thaw the deep freeze that inhibited many, though not all writers, actors, publishers, moviemakers, and more. With real grace, which came to him naturally, McClure morphed from the Beat culture of the 1950s to the hippie culture of the 1960s. He kept going gracefully year after year, decade after decade. Like Ginsberg and Kerouac — who was in the audience at the Six Gallery, along with Neal Cassady and Natalie Jackson, the quintessential Beat woman — McClure was always experimenting with language and with form as one can see in his book, Ghost Tantras, and elsewhere. Some of his admirers called him “an American Shelley.” Like Shelley he was a romantic revolutionary.

Married twice, to Joanna Kinnison and Amy Evans — both of them creative in their own right — he shared a sense of shyness with Kerouac. About Diane di Prima, the author of Loba and Memoirs of a Beatnik, McClure said, “She might be the greatest living American poet.” He gave credit to women artists where credit was due.

When I interviewed McClure not long ago, I reminded him of the famous photo in which he appears along with Ginsberg and Bob Dylan. McClure said “Allen, Bob, and I hung out together in San Francisco, went to parties, and shared ideas. One day, Dylan said, “Let’s take a picture of the three of us.” Larry Kennan shot us behind City Lights; it’s Jack Kerouac Alley now.”

I also asked McClure what he added to the Beat mix. He said “I put mammalian consciousness into Beat literature. I expressed the biological aspect of humans. At the Six Gallery, I read about the slaughter of whales.”

McClure wrote the lyrics for “Mercedez Benz,” which Janis Joplin performed with heart and made famous. Before she performed the song she said, perhaps tongue-in-cheek, perhaps not: “I’d like to do a song of great social and political import.” It was that, indeed, albeit in a subtle way.

One of the verses goes like this: “Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz/ My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends/ Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends/ So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz.” To commemorate McClure’s death we might listen to Janis sing the song and join with her in the spirit of the Sixties.

[Jonah Raskin, a regular contributor to The Rag Blog, is the author of American Scream: Allen Ginsberg’s ‘Howl’ and the Making of the Beat Generation.]

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1 Response to Jonah Raskin :
LITERATURE | Obit for the American Shelley: Michael McClure (1932-2020)

  1. Allen Young says:

    Thanks for this excellent tribute to Michael McClure by my longtime friend Jonah Raskin — his article being posted on Rag Blog the same day as mine about “Tiger King.”. Since I have only superficial knowledge of the Beats, though all the names are familiar, I learned a lot from reading this piece. I think it was creative and fun to include a link to Janis Joplin singing “Mercedes Benz,” which I’ve heard numerous times and had no idea that the lyrics are by McClure. There are some songs you don’t get tired of, and that’s one of them. I like that McClure was a pioneer in commenting on environmental issues.

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