In March of 1952, at 26 years of age, Allen Ginsberg could look back upon an active if checkered past: suspension (for writing an "obscene" word on his dorm window); reinstatement and graduation from Columbia University; close friendships with writers Neal Cassady, Jack Kerouac, Herbert Huncke and William Burroughs; an epiphanic vision of a metaphysical sign accompanied by the voice of William Blake; arrest for possession of stolen goods; and incarceration in the New York State Psychiatric Institute for eight months. As Ginsberg, only half in jest, writes:

"At 14 I was an introvert, an atheist, a Communist and a Jew...
"At 23...I was already a criminal, a despairing sinner, a dope fiend...
"At 26, I am shy, go out with girls, I write poetry, I am a freelance literary agent and a registered democrat...."

The reader of the Journals: Early Fifties Early Sixties is thus greeted with what might be unexpected; this is no fiery rhetoric of a revolutionary youth, but a maturer voice from a poet who has already "come through" a great many experiences, a poet oppressed by his own "inaction and cowardice & conceit & cringing, running away..." who admits that "I want to find a job" and who asks, "What will I make happen to my life?"

Only a decade later, when these journals end, Ginsberg had been transformed – at least in the public consciousness – into a symbol of radical youth, and soon thereafter would come to stand as the prophet of the drug culture and mid-'60s hippiedom.

What happened to Ginsberg in these ten years of which came both of his great poems – Howl and Kaddish – cannot but be fascinating to anyone interested in American cultural life. But for those seeking such information, Ginsberg's Journals may seem to be a great disappointment. A collection of fragmentary descriptions (mostly of dreams), incomplete poems, brief expositions and seemingly unimportant facts, these journals seldom explain and even less often reflect the public Ginsberg most of us want to know about.

Ginsberg is not being coy. As he had learned from the haiku: "Never try to write of relations themselves." And in fact these journals are illuminating when this is taken in account – illuminating not so much in terms of what happened to Ginsberg in a social or political context, but in terms of the personality behind the cultural events.

This is not to say that the Journals are merely introspective. All of the five notebooks published here deal with some aspects of Ginsberg's social and political actions. And two of the largest notebooks, written on travels to Mexico and later to France, Tangier, Greece, Israel and back to Africa, are often most effective in their lyrical poetry and descriptive prose. Moreover, other notebooks contain a wealth of literary and political memorabilia including a conversation with Ginsberg's hometown poet and friend, William Carlos Williams, brief descriptions of encounters with Dylan Thomas, T. S. Eliot and Eleanor Roosevelt, and, of course, vignettes of Ginsberg's relationships with close friends and lovers such as Corso, Cassady, Orlovsky and Kerouac.

But the importance of the Journals lies in their revelation of Ginsberg's innermost perceptions and fears rather than in outward events. And it is in the dream – and in the dream made public through poetry – that Ginsberg comes alive as an individual, as a compelling and compelled man. The most important thing about dreams, Ginsberg explains, "is the existence in them of magical emotions to which waking Consciousness in not ordinarily sentient." What these journals make clear is that above everything else, even political change, it was this non-sentient emotion which in these years Ginsberg most sought. If, on one hand, like Ezra Pound, Ginsberg saw in language's "worn out" abstractions the need for "objective images" which when put haiku-style next to one another made for new relationships in the universe, on the other hand Ginsberg was (and is still) an avowed Romantic, a surrealist poet who through the unconscious attempts to uncover the mysteries of the universe present and past.

What these journals reveal then is a poet trying to change objectively the culture in which he lives, while simultaneously coming to terms with a self that fears change and is constantly in search of the security of identity and love. From the beginning of these journals to the last pages written in Mombasa, Ginsberg's dreams betray the conflict. The editor, Gordan Ball, describes the pattern in terms of what he calls "The Room Dreams": Ginsberg dreams of finding himself in a strange room, building or street and attempts to get back to a place of security. Associated with the dream is the presence of an older male, often Ginsberg's brother or close friends, or occasionally poet Louis Ginsberg, the father himself. Always Ginsberg is confused or endangered in these dreams and most often the safety or security he seeks is associated with his past.

Nor surprisingly, in the most political period represented in these journals (January 5, 1959 – March 16, 1961), in the period in which Ginsberg was writing one of his most personal poems, Kaddish, and at the same time was composing his political poems as represented in the Journals, the dreams increase (accompanied by heavier use of drugs) and are filled with paranoiac fears of the police and the police state in which the dreamer often finds himself. Again and again, the conflict is replayed; the insecure individual must do nightly battle with the artist and his political acts. Even the conscious artist is not free from the fight. As Ginsberg observes at the end of his political poem Subliminal: "I shouldn't waste my time on America like this. It may be patriotic / but it isn't good art. This is a warning to you Futurists and you Mao Tse-tung....

Ginsberg obviously found a middle ground in his role as prophet, as one who could speak to the culture of its wrongs, but could also foretell the future and with that knowledge protect himself from the change it brought. And there is certainly enough evidence to believe that in his role of prophet Ginsberg discovered his true self. The recent disclosures of the CIA and the FBI show Ginsberg's paranoia and political accusations often to have been justified; moreover, Ginsberg's October, 1959 description of presidential candidate John F. Kennedy – "He has a hole in his back. Thru which Death will enter." – and his November 1960 dream of Richard Nixon – in which Nixon is described as "an abused prisoner alone in his breakfast nook nervously being self-contained reading the papers" – help the reader to believe in Ginsberg's prophetic powers.

Ultimately, however, the Ginsberg that is most convincing is the man: the highly intelligent, self-questioning critic of his country who, perceiving himself and his countrymen running head-long into destruction, desperately seeks for a shared freedom and peace. This is a difficult book, often unrewarding, and it has a few editorial problems – a confusion in the introductory pages, an erratic use of footnotes and the lack of an index – but for its utterly fascinating revelation of one of our most important poets, it is a remarkable work.

Washington, D.C., October 1977

Reprinted from The Washington Post Book World, October 2, 1977, p. E3. ©1977 by Douglas Messerli.