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Lawrence Ferlinghetti, a poet, publisher and political iconoclast who inspired and nurtured generations of San Francisco artists and writers from City Lights, his famed bookstore, died Monday at his home in San Francisco. He was 101.
The cause was interstitial lung disease, his daughter, Julie Sasser, said.
The spiritual godfather of the Beat movement, Ferlinghetti made his home base in the modest independent book haven now formally known as City Lights Booksellers & Publishers. A self-described literary meeting place founded in 1953 and located on the border of the citys sometimes swank, sometimes seedy North Beach neighborhood, City Lights, on Columbus Avenue, soon became as much a part of the San Francisco scene as the Golden Gate Bridge or Fishermans Wharf. (The citys board of supervisors designated it a historic landmark in 2001.)
While older and not a practitioner of their freewheeling personal style, Ferlinghetti befriended, published and championed many of the major Beat poets, among them Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso and Michael McClure. His connection to their work was exemplified and cemented in 1956 with his publication of Ginsbergs most famous poem, the ribald and revolutionary Howl, an act that led to Ferlinghettis arrest on charges of willfully and lewdly printing indecent writings.
In a significant First Amendment decision, he was acquitted, and Howl became one of the 20th centurys best-known poems. (The trial was the centerpiece of the 2010 film Howl, in which James Franco played Ginsberg and Andrew Rogers played Ferlinghetti.)
In addition to being a champion of the Beats, Ferlinghetti was himself a prolific writer of wide talents and interests whose work evaded easy definition, mixing disarming simplicity, sharp humor and social consciousness.
Every great poem fulfills a longing and puts life back together, he wrote in a non-lecture after being awarded the Poetry Society of Americas Frost Medal in 2003. A poem, he added, should arise to ecstasy somewhere between speech and song.
Critics and fellow poets were never in agreement about whether Ferlinghetti should be regarded as a Beat poet. He himself didnt think so.
In some ways what I really did was mind the store, he told The Guardian in 2006. When I arrived in San Francisco in 1951 I was wearing a beret. If anything I was the last of the bohemians rather than the first of the Beats.
Still, he shared the Beats taste for political agitation. Poems like Tentative Description of a Dinner to Promote the Impeachment of President Eisenhower established him as an unapologetic proponent of, as the title of one of his books put it, poetry as insurgent art.
He never lost his zeal for provocation. Youre supposed to get more conservative the older you get, he told The San Francisco Chronicle in 1977. I seem to be getting just the opposite.
His most successful collection, A Coney Island of the Mind (1958), attracted attention when one of the poems was attacked as blasphemous by a New York congressman, Steven Derounian, who called for the investigation of a state college where it was being taught, saying the poem ridiculed the crucifixion of Christ. The poem, Sometime During Eternity
Sometime during eternity
some guys show up
and one of them
who shows up real late
is a kind of carpenter
from some square-type place
and he starts wailing
and claiming he is hip
Despite the controversy it generated or perhaps, at least in part, because of it A Coney Island of the Mind was a sensation. It became one of the most successful books of American poetry ever published. It has been translated into multiple languages; according to City Lights, more than 1 million copies have been printed.
A life as a provocateur would have been hard to predict for Lawrence Monsanto Ferling, the youngest of five sons born in the placid environs of Yonkers, New York., on March 24, 1919, in the wake of World War I. His father, an Italian immigrant who had built a small real estate business, had shortened the family name; as an adult, Lawrence would change it back.
His parents had met in Coney Island a meeting he later fictionalized as happening in bumper cars but the veneer of normalcy quickly deteriorated. His father, Charles, died before Lawrence was born, and his mother, Clemence Mendes-Monsanto Ferling, was admitted to a state mental hospital before he was 2.
Lawrence was taken in by a relative he called her his Aunt Emily, though the family connection was complicated and she took him to Strasbourg, France, where he learned French, speaking it before he did English. When they returned to the United States, hardships returned as well. He was briefly placed in an orphanage while Aunt Emily looked for work.
A turning point came when she began working as a governess for Presley and Anna Bisland, a wealthy couple who lived in nearby Bronxville, New York, and who saw promise in the boy.
Left in their care, Lawrence bloomed. According to Ferlinghetti: The Artist in His Time, a 1990 biography by Barry Silesky, he became a voracious reader, devouring classics in the Bisland library and earning silver dollars for memorizing epic poems. When he dabbled in juvenile delinquency he was arrested and charged with shoplifting about the same time he made Eagle Scout he was sent to Mount Hermon, a strict private high school for boys in Massachusetts.
I was getting too wild, Ferlinghetti recalled in a 2007 interview with The New York Times. Or beginning to.
That sense of abandon informed his taste in literature. Among his favorite books was Thomas Wolfes coming-of-age novel Look Homeward, Angel; Ferlinghetti applied to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, he said later, because Wolfe had gone there.
He graduated from North Carolina with a degree in journalism I learned how to write a decent sentence, he said of the impact that studying journalism had had on his poetry and then served as a naval officer during World War II, spending much of the war on a submarine chaser in the North Atlantic.
After the war he enrolled in graduate school at Columbia University, where he earned a masters degree in English literature, writing his thesis on the art critic John Ruskin and the artist J.M.W. Turner, which fostered a lifelong love of painting. After Columbia, he headed to Paris, the classic breeding ground for postwar bohemians, where he received a doctorate in comparative literature from the Sorbonne.
Ferlinghetti went west in early 1951, landing in San Francisco with a sea bag and little else. After months in a low-rent apartment he found North Beach, even as San Francisco itself was fast becoming fashionable among intellectuals and a generation of young people for whom establishment was a dirty word.
This was all bohemia, he recalled.
He was surrounded by a politically and artistically charged circle, but he did not buy into the Beat lifestyle. I was never on the road with them, he said, noting that he was living a respectable married life after marrying Selden Kirby-Smith in 1951. They had two children, Julie and Lorenzo; the marriage ended in divorce.
In addition to Sasser, Ferlinghetti is survived by his son and three grandchildren.
Ferlinghettis life changed in 1953, when he and Peter Martin opened the City Lights Pocket Book Shop, which originally carried nothing but paperbacks at a time when the publishing industry was just beginning to take that format seriously. The store would soon became a kind of repository for books that other booksellers ignored and a kind of salon for the authors who wrote them a place where you could find these books which you couldnt find anywhere, he said, crediting Martin with the concept. Each man put in $500, and City Lights opened.
And as soon as we got the door opened, Ferlinghetti later remembered, we couldnt get it closed.
In 1955 Ferlinghetti, by then the sole owner of City Lights, started publishing poems, including his own. In his first collection, Pictures of the Gone World, his style at once rhetorically functional and socially vital, in the words of the critic Larry R. Smith emerged fully formed in stanzas like this:
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you dont mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you dont mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they dont sing
all the time
A year later his City Lights imprint published Ginsbergs Howl and Other Poems, and before long he was in court defending poets free-speech rights and helping to make himself and the Beats he had adopted famous in the process.
Over the years he would work in other mediums, including painting, fiction and theater; a program of three of his plays was produced in New York in 1970. But poetry remained the art form closest to his heart.
San Francisco remained close to his heart as well, especially North Beach, the traditionally Italian American neighborhood where he lived for most of his adult life. In his 1976 poem The Old Italians Dying, Ferlinghetti spoke to both the city he loved and the changes hed seen:
The old anarchists reading LUmanita Nova
the ones who loved Sacco & Vanzetti
They are almost gone now
They are sitting and waiting their turn
For Ferlinghetti, age brought honors. In 1998 he was named the first poet laureate of San Francisco; in 2005 the National Book Foundation cited his tireless work on behalf of poets and the entire literary community for over 50 years.
Age did not slow him down; he continued to write and give interviews. In 2019, Doubleday published Ferlinghettis Little Boy, a book he had been working on for two decades, which he characterized as the closest thing to a memoir he would ever write: an experimental novel about an imaginary me.
Its publication coincided with Ferlinghettis 100th birthday, which San Franciscos mayor, London Breed, proclaimed Lawrence Ferlinghetti Day. A choir serenaded the writer from below his apartment with Happy Birthday and Take Me Out to the Ballgame, while at City Lights, poets like Robert Hass and Ishmael Reed read aloud from Ferlinghettis works.
In the early months of the COVID-19 pandemic, City Lights closed and started an online fundraiser in which it announced that it might not reopen. The store received more than $450,000 in four days. Its chief executive, Elaine Katzenberger, told Publishers Weekly that the money gave City Lights the ability to plan for the future.
Even at the end of his life, Ferlinghetti still composed poetry In flashes, nothing sustained, he told The Times in 2018. The anthology Ferlinghettis Greatest Poems, published in 2017, included new work.
My newest poems, Ferlinghetti once told an interviewer, are always my favorite poems.
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