{"id":112478,"date":"2017-07-27T09:00:33","date_gmt":"2017-07-27T13:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=112478"},"modified":"2017-07-27T08:55:13","modified_gmt":"2017-07-27T12:55:13","slug":"james-tate-blows-it-in-new-york","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2017\/07\/27\/james-tate-blows-it-in-new-york\/","title":{"rendered":"Cosmic Mindlessness"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_112490\" style=\"width: 1010px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/jamestate_young.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-112490\" class=\"wp-image-112490 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/jamestate_young.jpg\" width=\"1000\" height=\"634\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/jamestate_young.jpg 1000w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/jamestate_young-300x190.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/jamestate_young-768x487.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-112490\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">James Tate, ca. 1965.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>James Tate, who moved often during the sixties\u00a0and seventies, frequently updated his mentor and friend Gene DeGruson on his writing and on personal matters. Though routine in topic, Tate\u2019s correspondence was often as humorous and purposeful as his poems; \u201cI love my funny poems,\u201d he said in his <a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/interviews\/5636\/james-tate-the-art-of-poetry-no-92-james-tate\" target=\"_blank\">Writers at Work interview<\/a>, \u201cbut I\u2019d rather break your heart. And if I can do both in the same poem, that\u2019s the best. If you laughed earlier in the poem, and I bring you close to tears in the end, that\u2019s the best.\u201d\u00a0From a 1969 letter to DeGruson:<\/em><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Dear Gene,<\/p>\n<p>I made it at least this far. The infinite details involved in moving from one place to <u>no-place<\/u> wrought a maniacal kind of SS effiency upon me those last 2 weeks. I sold my car and much of my \u201cfurniture,\u201d as it was. And I do have three readings in Pennsylvania before departing the continent; plus one charity reading at Yale.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s good to be away from Kansas City: as you know, I had no real stimulating friends there, just a few drinking partners and a nice girl, which is enough to get by on for a while, but not nine months, for me. I attended a wild party and poetry event last night at Saint Mark\u2019s Church on the Bowery\u2014LSD punch (really!) pot birthday cake, plus 350 joints circulating for the special occasion, plus wine, a small conciliation. I abstained from the punch, but indulged in the cake and joints. The wildest thing was this: good old Ingrid Superstar herself picked me as her evenings entertainmnet, Warhol\u2019s debutante. Cosmic mindlessness! I was absolutely giddy with the whole thing, couldn\u2019t stop beaming at the ridiculousness of it. Since she was the big catch at the event, everyone had their eyes on us to see what would come of it (I think she had vaguely heard of me, though I couldn\u2019t tell for sure, and I made no effort to inform of my literary inclinations because nothing could have been more irrelevant to her designs.) Well, I blew it. It was too much, I walked her to her apartment, listening to her gobbledegook about the eclipse in China that night and how she was a scorpio, and how many pills she had taken that day and her last bad trip and her next movie in Rome, etc etc., and finally stole a big kiss goodnight and slithered back down 10th\u00a0to the Church where the party was still writhing. All the East Village poets were there\u2014Ron Padgett, Michael Brownstein, Peter Schjeldahl, Anne Waldman, Gerard Malanga, Lewis Warsh, and more, plus a few friends of mine, Charles Simic and Nathan Whiting, both of the latter being very good poets\u2014the former six being extremely suspect though much celebrated in this part of the world, thanks to their dial-a-poem innovation.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>There are as always many plays and movies and poetry events buzzing here: and you keep thinking you\u2019ll take them all in but when the clock says it\u2019s time to go you sink deeper in your chair at the thought of three subway transfers and you end up reading a book and drinking a bottle of wine. I don\u2019t know where I\u2019ll live when it\u2019s Columbia teaching time next year.<\/p>\n<p>The City is in a mess in so many ways. Lindsey is in fact a baboon. Norman Mailer is going to be running with Jimmy Breslin as city counsel chairman. He might even win. The schools are hopeless, much money has been cut for all budgets, there is no housing, rents are skyrocketing, etcetera. Aguh. Oh for the prairies. You can\u2019t win.<\/p>\n<p>Let me know what you\u2019re up to, now and in the summer ahead.<\/p>\n<p>Adieu,<br \/>\nYours,<br \/>\nJim<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In 1969, on a brief stopover in New York City, James Tate got high with one of Andy Warhol&#8217;s Superstars and lamented city living to his friend back 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