Promenade: Book of Poems, Song and Blues
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Show comes to town and
with it, Hurricane, a man
who weaves a tale painted in
the carnival colors of a
generation ago. In this book
of poem & song Hurricane
takes the reader on a hurdy
gurdy trip of disturbing and
tender whimsythrough
visions of experience which
once reflected off the waters
of the zany California coast.
His mnemonic verse rubs
down to a raw, surreal
starkness of emotions as our
own sentiments follow his
through this mystery of Beat
& Hip. The journey's reward:
a souvenir of time and place;
a space of mind.
Inkblot Hurricane
THE DAY BEFORE PEARL HARBOR Martin Abramson’s family of Jewish immigrants arrives in the City of Angels from the Bronx. At fourteen, set on being a cowboy, he leaves home for Arizona & hires out as a wrangler, becoming the penultimate “Pachuco hipster Yiddish cowboy.” Four years later he’s a GI in a 7th Cavalry Recon unit patrolling the East German Border. Honorably Discharged & back in Venice, Abramson works a string of odd jobs: he boxes in the ring—setting a Lightweight Division record for the fastest KO, plays a noted lead role in Tennessee Williams’ Summer & Smoke at the Hollywood Playhouse & runs games as a carney on the Santa Monica Pier midway. He drives a taxi & becomes the chauffeur-body guard to one of his fares, an eccentric Palm Springs oil heiress. While in her employ Abramson uncovers & foils a plot hatched by local gangsters to steal the widow’s fortune; Mid-sixties finds him active in the poetry scenes in San Francisco & Berkeley. Friend and neighbor, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, films & tapes Abramson reciting & sells his chapbooks at his legendary City Lights Bookstore. Back in LA, he teaches himself to play the guitar, and begins singing & songwriting; he transforms his growing body of work into the Inkblot Hurricane Poetry Revue, adopts Hurricane as his nickname & takes the show on the road. Just as his work begins to see considerable publication, Abramson drops out & disappears from the scene to work in the world’s deepest silver mine. He then hits the road again, this time with his young son, David, busking on the street, performing in nightclubs, theaters & art galleries throughout North America & Europe. In the mid-eighties Hurricane Abramson returns for good to Jerusalem where, until the last months of his life, he continued to devote himself to his poetry, teaching guitar & performing on stage.
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Promenade - Inkblot Hurricane
Promenade
18768.pngBook of Poems
Song & Blues
by
Inkblot Hurricane
Martin P. Abramson
WITH a Foreword by
Richard Krech
Edited by
David A. Smith
Fig.%201)Hurricane%20Under%20the%20Pier%20with%20Journal-Front%20Matter.JPGAuthor with journal under Santa Monica Patch City
Pier, 1973. Page in journal: Yr Covered, 193. Photographer unknown.
C
opyright © 1959-2013, 2014 by Martin Abramson.
Book Design & Illustration by David A. Smith
davidas3@mac.com
Library of Congress Control Number: 2010911755
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4535-5635-1
Softcover 978-1-4535-5634-4
eBook 978-1-4535-5636-8
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
Rev. date: 07/16/2014
Xlibris
0-800-056-3182
www.xlibrispublishing.co.uk
517195
Contents
334551.pngACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
FOREWORD
POSTSCRIPT
INTRODUCTION
POSTSCRIPT
CHAPTER 1 PRIMEAN 1960-1963
CHAPTER 2 VEHICLES 1964
CHAPTER 3 SHERWOOD FOREST 1965
CHAPTER 4 BUNGALOW 1965
CHAPTER 5 LILY 1965
CHAPTER 6 AS RIPPLES BREAK AWAY 1966
CHAPTER 7 BROKEN GLASS MEADOW 1966
CHAPTER 8 TRISTAN ELECTRA CARDIOGRAPH HOEDOWN 1967
CHAPTER 9 FAIRWAY SALVAGE 1967
CHAPTER 10 HORSE RANCH CADILLAC 1968
CHAPTER 11 HAPPY JACK WINTER 1969
CHAPTER 12 HALAGONIA 1969
CHAPTER 13 DESERT NEON 1969-1970
CHAPTER 14 ELECTRIC HORSES 1971
CHAPTER 15 BROOM CITY 1972
CHAPTER 16 WOODEN NICKELS 1973
CHAPTER 17 BLUE NEON LOVE TORPEDO 1974
CHAPTER 18 TRUMP FISH UPSTREAM 1975
CHAPTER 19 FULL MOON OF CHINA 1976
CHAPTER 20 BLANKET VISA 1977
CHAPTER 21 MADAME FURY 1978
CHAPTER 22 FROZEN CLOWNS 1979-1980
CHAPTER 23 BRASS MONKEYS 1981
CHAPTER 24 TATTERED STREAMERS 1983-1985
CHAPTER 25 SHOTGUN METAPHOR 1986-1987
CHAPTER 26 ‘EIGHTY EIGHT 1988
CHAPTER 27 RUBICON FOREST: THE NINETIES
CHAPTER 28 UMBRIAGO! MILLENNIUM 2000
CHAPTER 29 GOTKES (LONG POEMS)
CHAPTER 30 SONG
CHAPTER 31 BLUES, BLOOZY, LYRICS & RIFFS
CHAPTER 32 THE SAGA OF HANG DOG BLUES
CHAPTER 33 CODA: PROMENADE 1963-2009
For my son, David Abramson Harpo
1960 - 1910
Erev Sukkot 14 Tishrei 5770
May his memory be for a blessing.
Image201918.PNGGiggling together. Hurricane & son, David Harpo
Abramson, 2004
Pour out your heart like water
Before The Presence of G-d
— Lamentations 2:19
List of Illustrations
334580.pngAuthor with journal under Santa Monica Patch City
Pier, 1973. Page in journal: Yr Covered, 193. Photographer unknown.
Up through Santa Monica Pier. Photographer unknown.
On The Promenade! Author with wife, Molly & Sima & David in Venice Beach, California, circa 1968.
Publicity photo for lead roles in Hollywood Playhouse productions of Tennessee Williams’ Summer & Smoke
and Sommerset Maugham’s Rain
, circa 1958.
Jerusalem, circa 1990
Inkblot Hurricane Poster circa 1994
Sometimes The World — Burma Shave
An Eclipse of time — Stop
Rancho Grande Hotel, Nogales, Arizona, circa 1950’s. Photographer unknown.
Samuel Abramson & author, Los Angeles, circa 1949
The author in chapbook, Footprints,
Berkeley, circa 1965. Original photograph by Harold Adler.
Author at The Place
coffee house, Jerusalem, circa 1988
Taking a break from proofreading, c. 2010, Photograph by Yisrael Rosenberg.
Acknowledgements
334588.pngThis is it. Above all, I offer my thanks and prayers to HaShem. I would not be writing these words if it were not for Him and my father.
Dad knew Al Jolson from when they came up in the same neighborhood and he also knew I could sing from the days when we’d sing along with Jolson on those old 78’s. So, back in the late ‘60s, when I took up the guitar at the relatively late age of thirty-three and began singing the blues and writing songs, my dad did nothing but encourage me to keep writing; not ever to give up my poetry, even when it seemed more like a burden. Thanks Dad.
My son, David, Harpo
Abramson—may his memory be blessed—made it on his own as a well known musician, singer-songwriter, recording artist of Jewish music and as an actor. But, I like to think that I passed on to him the artistic support and inspiration my father gave me.
And, I want to thank the people who stuck with me through all these years of struggling to present my poetry to the world. First of all, I want to thank Professor Micah Perles, my long-time friend and advisor. His appreciation for my work and his great and true-hearted generosity have been a refuge.
My deepest, heartfelt gratitude to Cindy & Michael Levy and to Ephraim Silverberg and their families for their generosity and hospitality over the years and now for seeing to it that PROMENADE is in print!
David Smith, my editor and longtime friend, is no doubt one of the most talented people I’ve EVER met—and I’ve been around the block a few times. He khops it, man. From the very beginning David understood. He got into the words and syllables; the music and the voices I use in my poetry. And he doesn’t let me get away with very much, either. He makes contributions that I’m proud to call my own. Most of all, David, you stayed in my corner through this long, agonizing job of transforming my vision for PROMENADE into this book, Baruch Hashem! Thanks, brother.
To my daughter-in-law, Dr. Shira Abramson, for her deep faith, courage and enduring lovingkindness; to my ex-wife, Molly Jane who always supported my work; to my dearest friend for many years, Anat Agmon, who saw PROMENADE coming a long time ago; to my mentors in poetry, Stuart Z. Perkoff, z"l and Lawrence Ferlinghetti, who went out of their ways to encourage me; to my friend, Richard Krech, whom I introduced to the world of poetry when he was a lad and who became a well-known and published poet, himself; to Meyer Schindler, friend and attorney. Thanks for watching my back on this one and to Eleanor for her selfless dedication and great soups!
Thank you my loyal friends, Daniel and Joani Abelman, for your perpetual hospitality, endless Shabbos and Being There! Thanks to Zerach Moshe Fedder, Yehudah and Michelle Katz, Avraham Moskowitz & to Abie, the young Tzaddik and his wife; thanks to Yisrael Rosenberg. And to Alan Duetsch, Hezzy & Shlomit Ben Michah; Danny & Naomi Loney for their special friendship and hospitality; to Raezelle and to Yael for your strategic assistance; to my long time friends, Richie & Mika Fox and David & Karen Boxenhorn; to Mario Mertz, zl and to the Texans of The Last Watering Hole in Amsterdam for giving me the stages and the opportunity to do my
shtick"; to the memory of Tim Hardin, friend of yore—you were a musician’s musician and a mensch. Thanks to Victoria Gray [and, following Hurricane’s passing, I’m sure he’d want to thank Naomi Orleans, Emily Laurel, Jean Reeves, Carlo Yu, the Designers and all their colleagues at Xlibris, for their professionalism and perserverence. Ed.]
There are so many more friends and relatives who deserve to be included that, if I mentioned you all, these longhand acknowledgements would add up to more pages than are already in the book! So, to you, even though I do not name all of you here, I dedicate this book with gratitude. You believed in me, my poetry and contributed to PROMENADE’S existence. Thank you.
Hurricane,
Jerusalem, 2010
COMPASS READING
— for Martin P. Abramson
We sat on back porches of tenements
that now hang invisible
over empty parking lots
suspended in mid-air
contemplating infinity & the price
of some object or element
common to us all as we journey
through the back country
of our minds.
Our time frozen
in patterns no celluloid could trace.
The past — a joint shared on a porch
that no longer exists & the smoke
that you didn’t see
while you looked
the other way.
¹
Foreword
by
RICHARD KRECH
334593.pngPROMENADE, the name of this collection of Martin P. Abramson’s poetry, explicitly refers to The Promenade fronting the Pacific Ocean at Venice Beach in California. The word, promenade, derives from the Middle French of the 1500’s, meaning, to go for a leisurely walk
, itself taken from the Late Latin to drive (cattle) onward
and rooted in pro forth
or for
+ minare - to drive animals with shouts
; itself, perhaps, from minari, to threaten,
or menace.
In the mid-sixteen hundreds, a promenade became a place for walking
and by the end of the eighteenth century came to mean a walkway by the sea.
The promenade that is the stylized grand march of guests at the ceremonious opening of a formal ball is not described in this book. Nor does it concern junior or senior dances at high schools or colleges in the United States or Canada. But every other meaning of the word promenade,
verb and noun, is likely found within this book’s covers.
Abramson, who for the last two-score years went by his pen-name, Inkblot Hurricane, was born in 1935, a self-styled ducktail Dostoevsky,
a pachuco hipster Yiddish cowboy
from Los Angeles who left home at 14, punched cattle in the southwest, hustled as a carney at Ocean Park Pier in Venice Beach, joined and left the army, acted at the Hollywood Playhouse and boxed in the golden gloves championships, all before the age of 25. Hurricane was no academic poet in a tenured tower.
This book is not just Hurricane’s poetry of life, but his song and blues as well. He explored them with his own feet and the anguish we hear is his pondering —
what is inside me
is confusion is harmony confession
let me live without this
terrible surveillance over myself ²
— as he drives his demons before him back and forth across the world: from Berkeley, California to Israel and then back to Venice Beach in Southern California seeking:
a simple melody
in answer to the songs
of death in my ear³
And then back to Europe, to Paris and London and finally returning to Israel, where he lives in Jerusalem. Describing a pivotal moment in his understanding of what it means to be a poet, he recounted an event which occurred in Venice Beach around 1959 or 1960:
"
ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT MOMENTS OF MY LIFE
was when I was selling ‘Encyclopedia Britannica’s Great Books Of The Western World,’ door to door—this must have been around ’59 or ’60. After work I’d go hang out at a local spot, the Venice West Café. It was almost always interesting after a day of knocking on doors. I used to catch various performers and writers doing their thing— well known poets, like Stuart Z. Perkoff or Frank Rios.
Anyway, what they’d do to get everybody’s attention is go up and tug on this bell cord hanging down from the ceiling at the back of the café. One night Perkoff stood up — he didn’t need to ring ANY bell — and, as he always did, just began reciting poems from his journal. What amazed me was how Stuart, especially, would inject dramatic expression into each word. That’s what inspired me. He made words come alive!
I had written some things before, even as a kid but after that night’s reading I began to write down my own stuff in earnest. After awhile, I began giving weekly poetry readings at the Café
and later on at On The Beach Bookshop, next door. It was around that time that Perkoff and others started coming to hear my readings! This was a major change for me.
So, anyway, one night we — a bunch of poets and writers — were standing around kibbitzing on the corner of the Promenade and Dudley Ave. It was right there, by the pagoda along the beachfront that I got ‘blessed’ as a poet! Stuart says to me, Martin, you are a poet… But remember, there’s a curse that comes with it.
Much later, while talking with [Charles] Bukowski, after one of his poetry readings, I came to understand what Perkoff had meant. You see,
Bukowski said to me, the curse is that a poet has this constant self-consciousness — and you just learn to live with it.
But it was Stuart who encouraged me to always carry a journal — and use it! He was my mentor in poetry. Till this very day, I still carry a journal with me wherever I go." ⁴
I met Hurricane (whom I knew then as Martin) about five years after that moment, in the summer of 1965 when I was a barefoot eighteen year-old kid with a portable typewriter crashing in the back room of Dave Mandel’s pad on Regent Street in Berkeley. Somehow, that summer, without paying any rent, I became the resident of a one-room apartment on the second floor of a two-story house further down the