Goreyesque
Last night was a momentous occasion—and I neglected to get a
new outfit for it. Nevertheless, we had a great time at this: Goreyesque.
As you can see from the details, my daughter, Grace
Hertenstein, was a featured reader, reading her creepy short story (completely
in the Goreyesque vein) “The New Arrival.” She was second to last before Joe
Meno, whose work The Office Girl I loved.
Anyway the reading gala gave us free access to the exhibit,
where coincidentally one of the first display cases I visited made mention of
Gorey illustrating V.R. Lang’s memoirs.
The name rang a bell, but could it be . . . ? Bunny?
What triggered this question was the fact that Gorey in 1949
was at Harvard and was initiated into drama poetry—this was exactly what
happened to Frank O’Hara, AND one his muses was Bunny Lang. He would often
return to Cambridge
to write and perform in the Poet’s Theater.
Gorey said of Poets’
Theater,
“I was connected with this thing called the Poets’ Theater of Cambridge while I was at Harvard and afterwards. I loved it. It was kind of a goofy amateur theater where we all did the very arty plays and so forth. It was great fun… It was the most fun I had in the early days because of the variety of people who were involved – faculty, faculty children, graduates, undergraduates, and strange people.”
“I was connected with this thing called the Poets’ Theater of Cambridge while I was at Harvard and afterwards. I loved it. It was kind of a goofy amateur theater where we all did the very arty plays and so forth. It was great fun… It was the most fun I had in the early days because of the variety of people who were involved – faculty, faculty children, graduates, undergraduates, and strange people.”
From Banalization.blogspot:
The Poets’ Theater performed in a small 50-seat theater on Palmer St. where the COOP Annex now
stands in Cambridge.
When the Palmer St.
theater burned down in 1968, it temporarily halted The Poets’ Theater. It was
resurrected twenty years later, but in the process the Poets’ theater lost its
avant-garde edge since its revival was headed by Harvard’s faculty. In Gorey’s
day, one of Poets’ Theater’s claims to fame was that it staged an early
production of Dylan Thomas’s work. Gorey liked to call these theatricals
“entertainments,” which is inline with his affinity for Edwardian language and
visuals.
I’m not sure how Violet
Ranney “Bunny” Lang became the glue for a wide assortment of creatives. The
Harvard class of 1950 graduated a bumper crop of poets who went on to pretty
much set the stage of American poetry in the latter part of the 20th
century. John Ciardi, Robert Bly, Robert Creeley, Donald Hall, John Ashbery,
Kenneth Koch, Adrienne Rich, John Hawkes, Harold Brodkey, John Updike, George
Plimpton, and Alison Lurie.
Again from Banalization: After his service Gorey began his
studies at Harvard in 1946 at the age of twenty-one, though he was initially
accepted into the school in 1943. He was part of the fabled class of 1950, the
first to capitalize on the GI bill after World War Two. During that first
post-war year Harvard’s student body ballooned in terms of sheer size, and also
expanded in terms of social diversity. Though by no means a “multi-cultural”
class in the way we think of that term today, the GI bill did allow many to
attend Harvard who would otherwise never have had the financial wherewithal to
do so. This was the case, for instance, for one of Gorey’s sophomore and junior
year roommates, the poet Frank O’Hara. Gorey said of O’Hara: “We were giddy and
aimless and wanting to have a good time and to be artists… we were just
terribly intellectual and avant-garde and all that jazz.”
For O’Hara’s Try, Try,
a play later included in O’Hara’s Hopwood award-winning manuscript, Gorey did
the sets; the stars were John Ashbery and Bunny Lang.
I can’t believe she was that strong of a personality—I mean
there were so many strong
personalities—that I wonder what it was that made her stand out. I know O’Hara
had a passion for witty repartee, snarky back and forth conversation that
sometimes went on all night long. Also from what I’ve been able to glean (there
seems to be so very little written about her) that she was supportive of the
experimental arts—especially performance poetry. She paid attention.
From Alison Lurie’s memoir: People were addicted to her
opinion of them; she seemed to stamp her followers with her own authenticity.
“She was a special kind of woman--one who combined great literary talent with
great organizational ability, driving energy and a gift for publicity.” She
once wrote, directed and starred in her own play. Her “angry loyalty’ to
friends and lovers helped, of course; the absolute social security of her
background was perhaps even more important. “Bunny had grown up in a society so
small and stable that to give someone's name was sufficient description. She
was unique only in that she extended this rule to people from outside this
society.” Apparently she came from money.
And costumes. As Alison Lurie marveled in her memoir of Lang, “From the
beginning Bunny was involved in every Poets’ Theatre show, as actress,
director, writer, designer, and producer.” Not only that, because she
never discarded something that could be worn, she had a curious
collection of old clothes out of which entire poetic plays were spun.
Whatever her influence, it faded like a meteor fairly quickly.
She was dead by age 32 from cancer, Hodgkin’s disease in 1956.
In his Lunch Poems, “A Step Away From Them,” O’Hara writes
of his friends Jackson Pollock, John Latouche, and Bunny Lang who have
died, “Is the earth as full as life was full, of them?”
One more thing before I close—there is a Cape
Cod connection with Edward Gorey. He had a house called Elephant
House at 8 Strawberry Lane,
Yarmouth Port. The home currently
serves as a museum celebrating the life and work of Edward Gorey. Not sure if I
will get down there, but would love to see it when I go to Cape
Cod next week.
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