Stanky LegPoet. I was never a Hippie. I was a post beat era NYC poet in 1961. I took my early works to the coffee houses in the east Village and read them. I have seen Gingberg, Bob Dylan and Jack Kerouac at the same table. I was great friends with now legendary Ted Berrigan. I held my own at sixteen and nineteen, and twenty one by getting published in some nice literary magazines. One collaboration of mine can be found in Jim Carroll's "Living At The Movies," and is called "Cosmopolitan Life," written with Bruce Wolmer, Jim and myself a.k.a Charles Goldman. It is about time you knew this. The fact that this poem appeared for years without my name beneath it, but now, in the Penguin collected poems of Jims' it does, makes me wonder about the insufficiency and astuteness of Penguin's editors.I was at the original Woodstock because I was in love with Janis Joplin. I love Jazz, Folk, Blue Grass, Blues, IDM, Electro, Jungle, Breakbeat, Hip Hop, Dubstep, and of my generation I can say that I have yet to meet someone my age who says the same. I am a freakazoid. I paint, write, play blues harp, dj, been to Raves, and many dj events. I was partying all the way back in 1960 and it continues until today. I have had an interesting life with secrets yet to tell.Back in the mid 1960s Andy Warhol and Gerard Malanga put together what they called The Plastic Exploding Inevitable Underground Circus, which I think could, by today's standards represent the first Rave. We listened to several early bands but the "house band" was Nico, Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground. That was a thing to do weekly. Also we had The Fugs playing on MacDougal Street, and around the corner up on Bleeker in Cafe Au Go Go you could hear the Paul Butterfield Blues Band with Elvin Bishop who was awesome. Up the street we'd go almost nightly to see The Mothers Of Invention. This coupled with cafe's like The Night Owl with the now famous, original Keane paintings of big eyed kids, and secreted haunts like The Fat Black Pussycat II, made life interesting, incomparably intelligent, and to use that much (today) maligned word "Hip!" A true hipster isn't some dorky poser with tattoos and a cupey-doll hairdo, a hipster then was a Harlem sax man, was Sun Ra, was Charlie Mingus, was the beat Poets. So, fluck you, one and all who have turned this word into a mockery opposing its original intent. I could go on about why it is important to know and understand the history of the artistic, poetic, musical underground of yesterday, so you can find the substance to shape a new myth for yourselves accordingly. Otherwise you're dead. I live life with amazing observational abilities. I judge politicians on their emotional IQ, and suggest that this is the barometer for all future government. I am for any government trying out new models and moving away from the old combustion engine economy which has all but destroyed everything alive, or is about to. Today I sometimes DJ as Chuk LeFuk, I play everything from 80s New Wave to Dubstep. I try to have fun and keep in shape enough not to feel the agony of becoming an elder. So take it from one who has tried, sometimes failed and sometimes succeeded: Follow Your Bliss and dump the bullshit.
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