Reading the
poem “Believe, Believe” by Bob
Kaufman (1925-1986) I couldn’t help but wonder if the beat poet had been at the
same venue where in the past decade I discovered the healing powers of jazz
music. Jazz can keep your mind from overthinking with its spontaneity! Kaufman
had been called the quintessential jazz poet, and it is likely that during his
lifetime he attended many jazz clubs, including the Village Vanguard.
A friend of
mine used to be a manager at the Village Vanguard, and I used to get in for
free on certain days, only having to pay for drinks. What I learned over port
wine and dim lights is that jazz and its technique of improvising fresh and
unexpected arrangements on known musical pieces lets the mind relax and wonder,
without worries. It’s not so easy to explain, but the second stanza in
Kaufman’s poem just nails it!
“Believe in
the swinging sounds of jazz,
Tearing the
night into intricate shreds,
Putting it
back together again,
In cool
logical patterns,
Not in the
sick controllers,
Who created
only the Bomb.”
Sounds of
jazz at the Vanguard certainly cleared up my thoughts each time I went. The spontaneity
of music allowed my thoughts to be spontaneous also, and helped me see some
things in a different light: what seemed bad looked not so bad, and what
seemed good just mixed in with the bad into a kind of balance.
Many of
Kaufman’s poems were performed orally without being written down or
published. “Believe, Believe” is listen
as published posthumously in a 1996 compilation “Cranial Guitar,” but according
to some themes it seems logical to think the poem was written sometime during
the Cold War. By “sick controllers”
Kaufman means a certain elite of individuals who can manage public opinion and
what people believe – such practice usually leads to one-sided thinking, like
good is only good, and bad is only bad, without a possible middle. Kaufman was
reactionary to American politics: he took a vow of silence after JFK’s assassination,
and ended it 10 years later after the end of the Vietnam War.
Reading the
poem “America” written in 1956 by
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) I couldn’t help but wonder if Kaufman and Ginsberg were
on the same page about the Cold War, with the latter just being more direct.
“I can’t
stand my own mind.
America
when will we end the human war?
Go fuck
yourself with your atom bomb.
I don’t
feel good don’t bother me.
I won’t
write my poem till I’m in my right mind.”
Ginsberg
stating that he “won’t write” the poem is almost like a reference to Kaufman’s
vow of silence, and both are reactionary to very same The Bomb. But Ginsberg
has not gone to a Jazz club to calm his mind yet, he seems to have been
studying history and literature.
“America
why are your libraries full of tears?
America
when will you send your eggs to India?”
What Ginsberg
probably means by sending “eggs to India” is bringing ideology of democracy to India. At the time the poem was written, India had
only recently become independent from the British Rule, having left the Dominion
of the Crown in 1950.
What could
possibly have been stopping Ginsberg from escaping his anxieties at a jazz club
was the Lavender Scare, a Cold War product of McCarthyism. Ginsberg was openly
gay, and the Lavender Scare was homophobic propaganda accusing gay and lesbian
identified individuals of being most likely to be recruited to spy for the
Communists. This idea was supported on the basis that gays and lesbians could
be easily blackmailed with the threat of being outted, since at the time
homosexuality was still listed in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of
Mental Disorders.