I Am Not A Man
Harold Norse
I’m not a man, I can’t earn a living, buy new things for my family.
I have acne and a small peter.
I’m not a man. I don’t like football, boxing and cars.
I like to express my feeling. I even like to put an arm
around my friend’s shoulder.
I’m not a man. I won’t play the role assigned to me- the role created
by Madison Avenue, Playboy, Hollywood and Oliver Cromwell,
Television does not dictate my behavior.
I’m not a man. Once when I shot a squirrel I swore that I would
never kill again. I gave up meat. The sight of blood makes me sick.
I like flowers.
I’m not a man. I went to prison resisting the draft. I do not fight
when real men beat me up and call me queer. I dislike violence.
I’m not a man. I have never raped a woman. I don’t hate blacks.
I do not get emotional when the flag is waved. I do not think I should
love America or leave it. I think I should laugh at it.
I’m not a man. I have never had the clap.
I’m not a man. Playboy is not my favorite magazine.
I’m not a man. I cry when I’m unhappy.
I’m not a man. I do not feel superior to women
I’m not a man. I don’t wear a jockstrap.
I’m not a man. I write poetry.
I’m not a man. I meditate on peace and love.
I’m not a man. I don’t want to destroy you
San Francisco, 1972
Harold Norse was a Beat writer and Poet who wrote in plain English. He openly expressed his sexuality in his poems in the 30's and 40's making him a pioneer gay liberationist. Born in 1916 in Brooklyn to an unwed Jewish immigrant he changed his name as an adult scrambling his family name of Rosen to Norse. He went to Brooklyn college graduating in 1938 the same year he was to meet Chester Kallman who would become his lover. At this tim e he met and became personal assistant to W.H. Auden until Auden and Kallman became lovers (a relationship that lasted their entire lives). Norse continued to publish poetry, became friends with William Carlos Williams who called Norse the greatest poe of Norse's generation, and returned to his education at New York University earning his masters in 1951.
He became an expatriate in 1954 living in Italy and later moving into what became known as the Beat Hotel in Paris with William S Burrough and Allen Ginsberg from 1959 until 1963. "The Beat Hotel" became the title of his experimental "cut-up" novel published in 1960. In 1968 he returned to the United States living in Venice, California near Charles Bukowski until moving to theMission District in San Francisco in 1972. He lived there until his death of natural causes on June 9th of this year.


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You're kind of a smart guy. I dig that about you!
He knew everybody. A quote from the above site Ginsberg to Arnie Shortsinaringer. From glbtq- n addition to Auden, Ginsberg, Tennessee Williams, and Brando, Norse describes in his book such figures as James Baldwin, Anaïs Nin, John Cage, Ned Rorem, Robert de Niro, Roman Polanski, Ezra Pound, Sir Harold Acton, Dame Edith Sitwell, Paul and Jane Bowles, Dylan and Caitlin Thomas, Paul Goodman, Pier Paolo Pasolini, James Jones, the Duke of Windsor (King Edward VIII), Marc Chagall, Tristan Tzara, Gore Vidal, Arnold Schwarzenegger, e. e. cummings, Kenneth Patchen, and numerous others.
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Scanner- he had an amazing life. I think I will order his autobiography "Memoirs of a Bastard Angel" the address in my comments above is a link to a great resource. On Norse and many others.
Blue- Nothing goes better with beat generation poetry than some smokey late night jazz. I'm sure you could suggest a few good tunes to go along with a reading of Norse's work.
I did not know of him either---and I'm glad I now do. Terrific poem. Thanks for this Tijo.
Organize the first annual street gang reunion.
Former naked Harley O.S. E.P. gangsters come.
Everybody brings poems, wives, partners, helmets.
If we've no kid, chicken, goat, jugs of green absente?
Come anyway as you are. clothes are optional. square?
Be there. it's okay. Tijo sips home brew on the porches!
Bring pooches, used tricycle football helmets with guard!
No brotherly and sisterly smooching is permissible. kiss!
tease.
Oh Tijo.
Oh brother.
No smile allowed.
Oh growling poodle.
Oh sardines and onion.
Oh dress in camouflage.
Oh wear pink eye shadow.
Oh adorn rainbow mascara.
Oh let's have a jousting time.
Oh I'll bring a black lame mule.
Oh wear name tag? Sit at tables.
Name tag says:`Tijo is unsocial.
Noah- he is kind of right out there with it although some of his other pieces are more "poetic" but imagine this kind of honesty in the 30's and forty's when they were doing things like curing queers with electro-shock-therapy.
"I am a man. I refuse to be imasculated."
-Robin Sneed
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