There’s this famous photo from the beatniks ‘ trip to Tangier. It from left to right: Peter Orlovsky, William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, Alan Ansen, Gregory Corso and Ian Sommerville. Between them sits, like as is missing, an elegant, slender a man in bright suit. This Is Paul Bowles.
Bowles – no, we travel
On the cover of Paul Bowles ‘ recently released autobiography without addition, we have a quote from the new York times: “Bowles has become an icon of individualism. Disappeared as biografom, as critics, although his emigrant life attracted equally that take his creative experiments”. Fact. Bowles is difficult to fit into any literary group, because he was not a beatnik – as some think-despite the fact that he was friends with beatniks and that his way of life (more than literature) they admired. In principle, it is difficult even to call him a writer. Early composer, journalist or poet.
Before Paul Bowles found out forever that he wanted to write his stories, he dreamed of a poetic career. As a young man, he sent poems to the international Paris literary handwriting”transition”. Debuted on its pages in the spring of 1928 with the line “Spire Song” that it remained in immense pride. There was no type of young man who, by writing, has a clear purpose and hundreds of objections to shout out to the world.
“The only desire was an expression, or perhaps more like a strong allocation of his personality by all available means; nothing else was taken into account,” he recalls. He went to art school with the intention of becoming an artist, but eventually became a composer. He was a student of Aaron Copland, wrote intimate music, also composed films and plays. One of his most famous achievements in this area is the music for tragedy “Yerma” Federico ghersi of Lorca exhibited in 1955. Bowles was also a pioneer in recording North African music-for two years he recorded for the Library of Congress.
Although music played such an important role in his life, this letter overshadowed everything else. At one point, while on the road, Bowles found himself wanting to write what he was experiencing. He started from journalistic orders for the next magazine, until finally turned to writing novels. His writing is characterized by a reporter’s style. As he himself noted, telling, wants pint, as the most impartial attitude. To this reporter’s skeleton is added what he wants, but this is the poetic part of his writing.
In writing, the most pronounced is he himself
Looking at the world that inspires them, and accepting it with all his feelings in a state of full concentration. Traveling with Paul Bowles, we experience images, sounds, smells, and the following spaces become quite tangible. Interestingly, he himself had about your talent, slightly less enthusiastic phrases: “a long time Ago I came to the conclusion that the world is too complex for me to try to describe it in words; since I couldn’t understand life, I also wouldn’t be able to find any links that might be common to both me and my hypothetical reader.”
Paul Bowles was born December 10, 1910 in new York city, in Queens. He was the only child of Rena (from home Winnewisser) and Claude Dietz Bowles of. He grew up in an old, classic brownstone-style building, in a typical middle-class family from long island, with its characteristic economic status and ambitions. In material terms, childhood was comfortable, emotionally it was different. Mother was him, to be sure, closer, this she imposed his in the world literature, reading child Nathaniel Hawthorne or Edgar Allan best art on.
My father was a stern, overbearing man who had many rules, mostly meaningless. Family legend has it that he left the newborn sex on the window during a snow storm… maybe not, but Bowles believed the story and weighed it on his relationship with his parent. In “tirelessly” recalls, among other things, the memory of how my father beat him once. The description of the small Floor gripping tightly the teeth, just to not give his father satisfaction crying or screaming, resembles the character of Henry from the book “with ham at once”, which is constantly beating for “bad lawn trimmed”.
Bowles had no friends or even colleagues as a child, so he played alone. Spent a lot of time with adults: grandparents, grandmothers, friends of parents. He read a lot (from the third year) and wrote. From the existence of other children did not understand until the end of the matter, he met them only at school.
Bowles – diary over the world
Carefree youth in abundance, undoubtedly, contributed to the fact that Paul Bowles loved a comfortable life. The rigid framework of childhood could sow in him the desire to communicate with people liberated from the norms and daily worries. He played in artistic and aristocratic circles of Paris, new York and all the other cities he visited. He knew artists, writers, poets, princesses, counts, millionaires. To some extent, he was impressed by this knowledge and become a member of high society.
Gertrude Stein, with whom he had been friends for many years, called him “the most dissolved, soulless and selfish young man she had ever met, and his colossal self-satisfaction prompted him to reject any borrowed values, caused him horror.” She called it”metro savage.” Bowles wasn’t the drunk wine type in the attic and hitchhiking. No, no. He lived in the best hotels, and he was always followed by several porters with numerous bags. When he stayed somewhere for longer, rented a house, cooks, maid.
Yes, he could sleep in the cold, travel on an uncomfortable ship, or compose on an old, borrowed piano. However, it has not been a book member of the Bohemians. Always well dressed, nienadużywający alcohol (although there was a time when using whiskey eliminated youth without whiskey), with marijuana, too, did not like, did not cause scandals. As an artist, he regarded as something definitely internal, not external.
He wrote: “I was convinced that the artist, who is the enemy of society, it is necessary for their own good to remain as invisible as possible, and, of course, should not catch the eye and stand out from the crowd. Somewhere in the recesses of the soul fed the assumption that art and crime are inextricably linked; the higher the art, the dotkliwsza punishment for its cultivation.” Interestingly in the form of Paul Bowles, that he, with one hand, produced impression tinted, delicate, slightly smiling human, with cigarette in mouth and reading under with the mouse, in hat, without special deviations. On the other hand, in his works jawił as a sensitive artist, an outstanding intellectual, an intelligent observer who lacks courage and bravado.