Charles Plymell: Le Dernier des Mocassins

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Le Dernier des Mocassins


Le Dernier des Mocassins

Le livre culte du dernier des beats. Enfin ! 
  Né en 1935 au Kansas, Charles Plymell a passé sa jeunesse sur la Route 66. Il a travaillé sur des pipelines, chevauché des taureaux sauvages dans des rodéos, été dynamiteur de montagne, cueilleur de houblon. Entre autres. Ce fut aussi l’un des premiers hipsters du Middle West, abusant de toutes les drogues en vogue à l’époque, du jazz au peyotl. Lorsqu’il s’installe, en 1962, à San Francisco, au carrefour entre Haight et Ashbury, son appartement devient un lieu de passage obligé de la contre-culture naissante. C’est là, lors d’une LSD party, que les écrivains de la Beat generation font la connaissance des hippies. Très vite, Neal Cassady et Allen Ginsberg, qu’il va présenter à Bob Dylan, viennent habiter chez lui. Infatigable animateur du mouvement Beat, il publie des dizaines de revues underground (c’est lui qui découvre Robert Crumb) et de recueils de poésie. 

Le Dernier des mocassins raconte dans un style incomparable cette vie haute en couleur. Charles Plymell le dédie à tous les junkies, psychopathes, freaks, arnaqueurs, criminels, artistes, poètes, homos, flics, cow-boys, camionneurs, ainsi qu’à toutes les petites vieilles qui ont fait le voyage avec lui sur l’autoroute de la Benzédrine.


Charley Plymell eating with William Burroughs. Lawrence, Kansas.  Photo by Allen Ginsberg. Courtesy: Allen Ginsberg Estate/Stanford University Libraries.

Charley Plymell eating with William Burroughs. Lawrence, Kansas.  Photo by Allen Ginsberg. Courtesy: Allen Ginsberg Estate/Stanford University Libraries.

Poet, publisher, provocateur and people-connector, Charley Plymell is, like fellow Midwesterner Ed Sanders, a floater among contingents of kindred spirits, from the Beats to the hippies to the punks and back again. Publisher of William S. Burroughs and Herbert Huncke; facilitator of the first issue of R. Crumb’s Zap Comix; friends with Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg and Neal Cassady, he opens up about his life to PKM’s Benito Vila.

Charming. Gritty. Flat-out. Excitable. Real. Those are words that describe poet Charley Plymell, a somewhat mythic creature who has always been resistant to labels or definition. He is said to have connected the Beats and the Hippies in his San Francisco apartment, although, even today, Plymell remains a rabble-rouser who pre-dates all that cultural branding and simply describes himself as a punk from Wichita. That said, there’s nothing simple about Plymell. He never finished high school yet he earned a graduate writing degree from Johns Hopkins. At age 13, he drove from his father’s house in South Dakota to his mother’s house in Kansas and kept on going, working jobs throughout the West. He later published William S. Burroughs, R. Crumb, Herbert Huncke and Janine Pommy Vega long before those names were ever said with the sort of reverence they get now.

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I rise at six AM to walk the streets
slow-step my way past a coffee house
a lone worker preparing a caffeine fix
for zombie trance workforce
Make my way to the Mission District
bars soon to open for the Living Dead
old men slumped over bar stools
eyes vacant as cattle being
led to the slaughterhouseHalf-Indian Sarah stands on the corner
of 16th Street in search of a fix
ignores the police cruiser
with the last of the cowboy cops
looking for a shoot-out at the OK CorralGot me the slow walk blues
got me a pair of worn down shoes
pawn shop a-calling young couple balling

God’s messenger with a billboard on his back
looks for Jesus finds nothing but punks
hanging out at the corner parking lot
dropping a dime for the undercover narc’s
one step closer to Nirvana
down in the streets of Havana

small time two-bit goons
straight out of Looney Tunes
lean against a battered Buick looking like
an old-time drive-in movie marquee

I walk past closed down Burlesque House
flashback to my childhood
the Lone Ranger and Terry and the Pirates
eaten by locusts and crazed rats

The smell of fall in the air
strips my senses bare while down in North Beach
the last of the Italians wages war with Asian clan
in a territorial dispute over who owns
the rights to the boccie ball courts

no more will I be an agent for
the demons camped inside my head
let them write their own poems

walking these streets is wearing me down
I keep slipping into the past in a failed attempt
to communicate with the future

my life has become a marathon walk
leading me to endless coffee shops
taken over by expressionless aliens
with laptop computers and cell phones

I rise each morning like a prisoner waiting
on the executioner’s gun
the years hung out to dry like
wet laundry on a frail clothesline

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