Snapshot Poetics
The Queer Cultural Center and the Contemporary Jewish Museum recently collaborated to produce a performance event, “Snapshot Poetics Now: Queer Encounters with Allen Ginsberg,” inspired by the CJM’s current exhibition Beat Memories: The Photographs of Allen Ginsberg. Qcc and CJM invited six San Francisco Bay Area artists and scholars (including me) to engage with Ginsberg’s candid photographs. We used the photographs as portals into Ginsberg’s milieu.
I was drawn to this image.
Ginsberg didn’t focus his camera, or his attention, on very many women. This is one of only two women pictured in the exhibition. Most are snapshots of Ginsberg’s lovers, literary mentors, and protagonists in the mythology of the Beat Generation.
Ginsberg’s handwritten caption identifies this exception as follows:
Rebecca Ginsberg, Buba, wife of Pincus, laundry-man, later tobacco store owner, my paternal grandmother (b. Russia, near Kamenetz-Podolski, b.May 1869-d. July 1962), visiting her elder son’s house, here 84 years old at the table for Seder preparations. She’d attended adult education English classes in Newark, 14 years earlier, and written a patriotic essay declaring “God Blast America!” Younger son, uncle Abe, & daughters Aunt Rose, Clara & H.S. teacher Hannah were her children. Dining room 428 East 34th Street, Paterson, New Jersey, 1953.
Ginsberg situates Rebecca Ginsberg primarily in relation to her husband and children. Who was she, and what did she do outside the family? Ginsberg gives us only one hint: he mentions a “patriotic essay” she wrote for her adult education English class, at age seventy, fourteen years before this photograph was taken.
I tried to imagine how that essay sounded and why it had survived in Ginsberg’s memory as a key to his grandmother’s identity. At CJM, standing in front of a mural-sized enlargement of Rebecca Ginsberg’s photo at the entrance to the gallery, I performed my rendition:
GOD BLAST AMERICA
God Blast America
for its freedom
for men
to speak their minds,
for boys
to cluster
under awnings
and on tar roofs
to commit words
to memory, or at least the page.
God Blast America
for its freedom
for sons,
for its freedom
not to run the store,
not to provide
for elders,
or marry.
Or when they do,
the freedom to shoot
a wife in the head
and not serve time.
God Blast America
for the freedoms
men do not share,
for their outrage at custom
that does not extend
beyond their sex.
God Blast America!
Promise me freedom
and give me only a taste
at the Seder table
of my eldest son.
No freedom for me
in Paterson, New Jersey.
No freedom
for me surrounded here
by kin who call me
Buba, who call me Mrs.
Ginsberg, who call me
grandmother, mother, my wife.
Who call me
buttoned up, bitter, bitch,
headstrong, homely, hag.
Who call me
if they need something.
Who knew what I
would say if
I could speak?
“Read Dostoyevsky?”
Who knew what I
would write, what name
I might sign? Buba? Luba? Nana? Reba?
No freedom for me at the Seder table
in Paterson, New Jersey,
where I look
my grandson, the writer,
straight in the eye,
in the lens,
and refuse
to smile
for the camera.
Blast his camera!
Blast his poet’s pen!
Who knew what it meant
when I wrote,
“God Blast America?”
in 1939.
Not him.
Not them.
Acting as stops on a gallery tour, each performer brought a unique perspective to the exhibition Beat Memories while creating new narratives about queer culture, queer history, queer poetics, and queer visuality.
The Snapshot Poetics event is part of an ongoing series, Queer Conversations on Culture and the Arts (QCCA), which brings together culture-makers to discuss a broad range of LGBTQI topics in the humanities and the arts. California College of the Arts collaborates with Qcc to produce these events year-round. The event, moreover, is one of dozens of queer-affirmative events rolling out this month under the banner of the National Queer Arts Festival. The Queer Cultural Center has produced the festival since 1998. To date, NQAF has sponsored over four hundred events created by one thousand queer artists. It was an honor to participate.
Comments (4)
Justin Chin is a marvel. He is a light in your house.
Hi Tirza, I had a winderful time at this show, thank you for capturing it here. A question: at some point during the readings, I think maybe during DL Alvarez’s piece, there was a mention of a book coming out in August as a revival of the queer beat themes in the show, but the title has escaped me! Any idea what it was or how I can track that down? Thank you!
So happy to have you back at the CJM, Tirza!
Thanx for providing the chance to read your poem for Buba again! What a treat and what an wonderful experience the afternoon was. x0j