Homosexuality has been like a koan—a Zen riddle—for me. Whole areas with my mother were screwed up and conditioned me in this way sexually. The riddle was: How do I deal with my homosexuality? Do I accept it or reject it or freak out, or do I go into it and find out what it is? Another problem: Is it something public? Anything that common is public; anything that happens to us is as good or bad as anything else as a subject for poetry. It’s actual. So I can write naturally about my own homosexuality. The poems get misinterpreted as promotion of homosexuality. Actually, it’s more like promotion of frankness, about any subject. If you’re a foot fetishist, you write about feet; or if you’re a stock-market freak, you can write about the rising sales-curve erections in the Standard Oil chart. When a few people get frank about homosexuality in public, it breaks the ice; then anybody can be frank about anything. That’s socially useful. FROM THE PLAYBOY INTERVIEW WITH ALLEN GINSBERG
In April 1969, Playboy reflected the state of reading for a vast swathe of men in the English speaking world. This far-sighted interview is so lucid, so candid, so honest that it reflects a tolerant and progressive state of (open) mind that I fear our society has now forgotten. I don’t want to sound like some old fart bemoaning the “good old days”, but I am just not sure that a mainstream publication would carry this now. Possibly I am wrong. Men’s Health has some thoughtful articles. I hope I’m wrong. But this seems progressive and enlightened for the bad old days of the late 1960s with short back and sides and military service and and escalating Vietnam war. – BoB
All these poetic, sexually liberated men were out of CAFE CINO ( reputed birthplace of The Beat Generation.) I was lucky, still in last year of boarding school, then my official coming out in Miami Beach . Couldn’t take it long, my new friends were fleeing to Atlanta or NYC. I flew directly to Manhattan & a hotel on East 28th St, & soon realized the action was below 14th St. Primarily in The West Village, but off beat small & often raided by the police clubs existed in the East Village & thats where I met not only Charles Ludlam ,but Peter Orlovsky. Peter I get hard just thinking of how he seduced me, Charles & I became lovers later on & then I joined his Ridiculous Theatrical Company. He had a huge dick which he loved to show everywhere , Peter was ample & deliciously more spiritual ,but no less kinky. Photo: AVEDON
Gentleman, Giovanni here just briefly. Allen & Peter lovers for over 40 YR’s were my neighbors on East 12Th St . in a rather legendary building. As well I had a torrid tryst with Peter Orlovsky back in the day. Very Very heated & sensual, with much appreciated equipment . I’m solo at the moment & am used to being photographed. However I will try w/ my camera & introduce my REGION OF THE PRICK. Here for your archives are Dear Allen & Peter. Peace.
In April 1969, Playboy reflected the state of reading for a vast swathe of men in the English speaking world. This far-sighted interview is so lucid, so candid, so honest that it reflects a tolerant and progressive state of (open) mind that I fear our society has now forgotten. I don’t want to sound like some old fart bemoaning the “good old days”, but I am just not sure that a mainstream publication would carry this now. Possibly I am wrong. Men’s Health has some thoughtful articles. I hope I’m wrong. But this seems progressive and enlightened for the bad old days of the late 1960s with short back and sides and military service and and escalating Vietnam war.