Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Alfred Starr Hamilton, 2: Bibliography in Progress

ASH 1914-2005

An introduction to this bibliography can be found here:  Alfred Starr Hamilton, 1: Biographical notes and reflections.  I first put this online in November, 2001, updating it from time to time until 2004 or 2005.  This latest edition has a few additions and I hope readers will contribute as well.

12 Dec 2016:  Updated with new Epoch references, Wake Up Heavy reference and images.


Sphinx. Kumquat Press, Montclair, NJ 1968
Published by Geof Hewitt. 

Kumquat Press apparently still exists and you can reach them at: Kumquat Press, P.O. Box 51, Calais, VT 05648. Hewitt is himself a poet who leads workshops across the state of Vermont. He's been a juried member of the Vermont Arts Council since 1971.

The Poems of Alfred Starr Hamilton.  Introduction by Geof Hewitt. Drawings by Philip Van Aver. The Jargon Society, Penland, NC 1970 

"Al Hamilton is the kind of poet everybody says they'd like to be.  He doesn't apply for grants and has probably never heard of the national Council on the Arts.  He doesn't teach in a college or write reviews or wash dishes in a diner and other odd jobs.  He writes poetry.  All he does is write poetry."
The Jargon Society
PO Box 15458
Winston-Salem, NC 27113
The Big Parade. The Best Cellar Press, Lincoln, Neb., 1982

"This book is published as a special issue of the poetry magazine PEBBLE. This is issue number 22."

Best Cellar Press

Greg Kuzma, Editor
Department of English
University of Nebraska-Lincoln
Lincoln, NE 68588

(The next two books appeared after my ASH website ceased to exist)

Send This to the Immune Officer.  Commentary etc. by Lisa Borinsky.  Weird New Jersey, Inc., Bloomfield, NJ, 2010

Letters from ASH to the Montclair Police Dept. with commentary.  A fascinating and compelling read.

A Dark Dreambox of Another Kind:  The Poems of Alfred Star Hamilton.  Edited by Ben Estes and Alan Felsenthal.  Introduction by Geoff Hewitt.  The Song Cave, 2013

A great collection of poems.  It's well-made and the occasional use of black pages, the title and the intro by Hewitt all recall the Jargon book.  It's also got another photo by Kalisher on the cover, apparently from the same session as the one used in the Jargon book.  It also has an autobiographical blurb by Hamilton written for Quickly Aging Here (1969).

John Latta mentions the following two works as well, but I'm not sure if they're books or chapbooks, broadsides?  Any info out there?  I got the the following info from WorldCat.

An orange drink at Nedick's.  Crawlspace, Belvidere Ill., 1985

War and Peace: poems.  Blue Moon, Tuscon AZ [?], 1960 [?]

The presence of the references on WorldCat give no indication of the length of these books and I suspect the date of  War and Peace is incorrect.  The publishers do exist, hower.

Magazines / Journals

Epoch.  Fall 1962 Vol. XII, No.3  Cornell University:  "Crabapples"

Epoch.  Fall 1963 Vol. XIII, No.1  Cornell University 


EpochWinter 1963 Vol. XII [XIII?], No.3  Cornell University

Epoch.  Spring 1964 Vol. XIII, No.3  Cornell University

EpochWinter 1967 Vol. XVII, No.2  Cornell University 

Monk's Pond. No. 1 Spring 1968.  Trappist, KY:  "Poems from Salvation Army"

Judging from Hamilton's correspondence with Merton, 6 poems were included. 

Workshop 25. Fall, 1975. Bob Arnold, Ed.

I don't know what poems are included.

American Poetry Review. March/April, 1976:  "Color Lines," "Moon," "To Father Coughlin," "Pink Ponds;" p.13

"I am immune."

Poetry Now. Volume III. Numbers 3-6 (Issues 15-18), 1976:  "Our Flag," "The Pool," "Wilkes Barre, Pa.," "Broom Factory," "Visitations," "War;" p. 60-61

Journal of New Jersey Poets. Volume XVII. Number 2, 1995:  "Mirrorland," "Beautiful," "A Town without a Soul;" p. 1-3

Wake Up Heavy, No.3, 2000 


Quickly Aging Here: Some of the Poets of the 1970's. Geof Hewitt, Ed. New York: Doubleday Anchor, 1969.

Bleb Twelve. Gardner, Geoffrey, Ed. New York, NY: Bleb, 1977.

Thus Spake the Corpse : An Exquisite Corpse Reader 1988-1998 : Volume 2. Andrei Codrescu & Laura Rosenthals, Eds: "God," "February," & "New York City Public Library Lions."


Bluestones and Salt Hay. An Anthology of Contemporary New Jersey Poets. Joel Lewis, ed. Rutgers University Press, 1990. Foreword by Anne Waldman. 

HAMILTON, Alfred Starr  1914-

PERSONAL:  Borne June 14, 1914, in Montclair, N.J.; son of Alfred Starr and Virginia (Gildersleeve) Hamilton. Education:  Attended high school in Montclair, N.J. Politics:  Socialist.  Religion:  "Immune."  Home and office:   41 South Willow St., Montclair, N.J. 07042.

CAREER:  Poet.  Military service:  U.S. Army, 1942-43.
WRITINGS:  Poems of Alfred Starr Hamilton, Jargon Press, 1970.  Contributor to Epoch, New Directions, Foxfire, New Letters, Archive, and Greenfield Review.
SIDELIGHTS:  Hamilton has hitchhiked through forty-three states.

source:  Contemporary Authors:  A bio-bibliographical guide to current writers in fiction, general nonfiction, poetry, journalism, drama, motion pictures, television, and other fields. Volumes 53-56. 1975: p.264

About Alfred Starr Hamilton

The New York Times.  April 13 and May 25, 1975

On April 13 Jonathan Williams has "The Guest Word" in the New York Times Book Review.  He berates James Dickey for high reading fees and praises Hamilton.  The article repeats the Hamilton story told by Hewitt and makes a plea on his behalf for money, adding that for 1975 he only needs about $2,000.  A Spartan existence is outlined.  The details differ, but it is essentially the same story given by Geof Hewitt in his intro to The Poems of Alfred Starr Hamilton.

"I'm not immune.  I'm just out in the open.  There aren't as many bees as there used to be."

On May 25 Williams writes in to report that Hamilton donations have come to the tune of $5,600 dollars.

"His Poetry Was Odd, but His Letters to the Police Were Odder." The New York Times. Peter Aplebome. 23 Aug 2010. Accessed 06/11/13.

“Dear Police; Is anything of this kind surreptitious?” reads one letter dated Jan. 10, 1983. “I don’t know. Make sure everything is alright. Send this to the immune officer. I am immune. Alfred Starr Hamilton.”

Not so much a review as a description of Borinsky's magazine and the paradoxes in ASH's life.
New: American and Canadian Poetry. Number 9, 1969; p. 40-41

A review of Sphinx by Eric Torgerson.

"Notes towards extinction: American poetry wipe-out." New: American and Canadian Poetry. Number 15, 1971; p. 39-44

This essay is a "state of poetry today" kind of thing.  Hewitt doesn't say anything about Hamilton that couldn't be applied to any number of other poets, but he does praise his unique voice, apparent lack of concern for literary "fashion" and ability to maintain a strong "presence" in the poetry without being its sole object. 

Three poems are given in full:  "Liquid'll," "April Lights," and "Hark"

Blackbird Dust. Jonathan Williams. Turtle Point Press, 2000.

Includes his NYT article from May 25, 1975.


If you know of any other works out there, please let me know and I'll add it to the bibliography.

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  • Sphinx

    Alfred Starr Hamilton, 1: Biographical notes and reflections

    modified from an original photo by Simpson Kalisher
    from the back cover of
    The Poems of Alfred Starr Hamilton

    A bit of background 

    I put my first website online in 1994 and have had an uninterrupted online presence ever since.  My last website was hosted by 100 megs free but when their business model changed some years ago I lost the site.  Luckily by then I had started this here blog, focusing on what I do now rather than poetry.  I published several unknown poets back then and also wrote little blurbs about a few "underknown" others:  d.a. levy, Doug Blazek and John M. Bennett.  Those poetry 'zine sites included RetiCenter West (a weblog), amashumqua, The Reticenteer and Hand of Glory.  I first wrote about Alfred Star Hamilton in The Reticenteer. 

    Discovering Hamilton was like winning a secret prize.  I'd been working at Cornell's Olin library for a while and rather randomly stumbled across The Poems of Alfred Starr Hamilton published by The Jargon Society in 1970.  It was a handsome hardcover book, with heavy paper alternating between creamy white and light grey pages; a black and white photo makes up the back cover.  Time, care and some expense had been put into this book; it wasn't just a chapbook put together on the cheap.  My copy is a paperback, but the quality is still evident. 

    The poems inside were unlike any I'd read and still strike me as forceful yet gentle, mysterious, almost mystical and above all, original.  They sometimes remind me of certain surrealist poets, but even there they differ in their lack of calculated strangeness.  Reading his poems can be like seeing an object through a heavy fog, some non-threatening shape in the distance under an agreeable yellow light.  They make me nostalgic for things I haven't experienced.  They catalogue associations and take syntax out to the park for some gentle contortions.  They are good.

    But who was this guy, Alfred Starr Hamilton?  Why would such be care be lavished upon his work?

    This must have been in either 2000 or 2001.  Internet searches showed up very little, so I used the old-fashioned methods in Olin's research section, looking for magazine appearances, some of which were available at Olin;  I was able to obtain copies of others via ILS.  Little blurbs in these books led me to other books, such as Sphinx and The Big Parade.  The former was out of my price range, but the latter, as well as the Jargon book, were not.  I bought these and began compiling a bibliography of works by and about Hamilton.  I still have a relatively thick sheaf of photocopies and printouts from microfilm; it's on my desk as I write.

    I was pretty excited to have tracked this stuff down.  I already had a website dedicated to poetry, so it was a logical step to put what I found online.  I also discovered that an Olin colleague and friend, poet and novelist Jon Frankel, had also stumbled across Hamilton.  He helped me acquire some of these texts and was to later write a review of a collection of Hamilton's letters on his "blogh" Last Bender.  You can read it here: For the Storm of our Lives is Never Over With: Alfred Starr Hamilton.

    I started Hamilton's Wikipedia page in 2007, but to this day it remains a stub.  My own ASH page went online in November, 2001.  The contents of this page are reproduced in this and posts to follow.  You will find a complete bibliography of books (I think), what I'm sure is only a partial bibliography of magazine appearances, a (perhaps) complete list of anthology appearances and a few references to articles about Hamilton, including a call for financial assistance penned by Jonathan Williams that appeared in the New York Times.  There's also what I believe to be a self-written entry in the 1975 edition of Contemporary Authors.

    I did all of this as a labor of love.  I was so enthusiastic about his work and wanted people to get to know it.  I dreamed that I might stimulate someone's interest and that perhaps someone might be inspired to write more about the man.  He was  an enigma for me and the poems themselves didn't shine much light onto the man.  I'm not sure what I expected in terms of response.

    So in 2002 I was excited to receive a letter from Hamilton's niece, Jane Huber.  She shared a few anecdotes about her uncle and said she once thought of writing a book about him.  She also told me Hamilton was alive!  I wrote her back, thanked her for contacting me and expressed an interest in putting together a biography of the man, suggesting we could work together on something.  I never heard from her after that, despite sending her a few more emails.

    I found it all rather odd that she would contact me and then disappear.  I was a little hurt by it too, I suppose.  In 2013, A Dark Dreambox of Another Kind, a new anthology of Hamilton's work, appeared.  Huber and the family were thanked in the acknowledgements.  I had long before come to believe that Huber wrote me to "feel things out" for the family:  What did I know?  What were my intentions?  Did I intend to publish something based on the website?  Apparently she got her answers.  I don't know if she'd already been in contact with the editors of Dreambox, but I do believe that when she wrote me she was shopping around for someone to work with.  

    Dreambox is actually a nice little book, but the forward and introduction are too slight in my opinion, offering very little, if any, new biographical information about the man himself.  Nothing that couldn't be found in the intro to the Jargon book or in his skeletal entry in Contemporary Authors.   Poet Geoff Hewitt, who published Sphinx and the intro to the Jargon book, also wrote the introduction to Dreambox.  Like I said, I would have liked to have seen more about the man's life and his history as a poet, but it's a touching remembrance of HamiltonHewitt has done more than anyone else to make Hamilton's work known, so it's fitting that he is included here.

    In May 2004 I received another email, this time from the director of a nursing home in New Jersey.  The director informed that Hamilton's health was fragile, but after hearing about my webpage, he wanted to communicate with me.  I wrote back saying I'd be delighted and expressed my admiration for his poetry.

    I received a second email which made me quite happy:

    Your note was well appreciated by Mr. Hamilton. I think it made his day.

    That happiness turned to a stronger emotion when I read the following:

    After reading him your Email, he decided he would like to write again. He
    likes to write a poem a day.


    He sends his regards. "I am pleased that my work is still appreciated".

    I still am touched and glad to have brought Hamilton some happiness in his final days.  A small satisfaction.  In June I sent a paper letter to Mr. Hamilton directly but as I kind of expected, no response was forthcoming  I waited until October to email the director one more time.  He confirmed that although Hamilton got the letter and was very pleased, he hadn't had the strength to write a poem a day as he wanted.  Although ASH remained committed to poetry, he simply didn't have the physical strength to carry on.  He was, I believe, 90 years old.  I had at one point suggested a visit, but Mr. Hamilton, though appreciative, preferred not.

    Sadly, further emails went unanswered.  I learned some time later that the director had moved on to another job and that Mr. Hamilton had died.  He had a good run, 90 years, at least 40 years of published poetry, praise from many of America's most well-recognized poets and, at the very end, a bit of satisfaction in learning a younger generation of poets appreciated his poetry.  For me, this is a memory that always brings me some measure of comfort, a little pride maybe.  At least he got to hear that his life's work was still known and admired and that the word was being spread.

    In 2005 I got an email from a guy named Matt Miller, who had also decided to champion Hamilton's work.  I helped him as much as I could, turning over whatever contacts I had found as well as my little bibliography of small press appearances.  Apparently he was going to write an introduction to a collection of poems that was to be published and also expressed interest in writing a book about him.  As far as I know, this hasn't appeared yet.

    In 2009 I received another email from a fourth person, Lisa Borinsky, who was trying to gather information about ASH.  We corresponded for a few months and had several long telephone conversations.  She was very determined and resourceful, visiting archives, contacting the family, finding letters he'd written, poring over microfilmed newspapers, tracking down genealogies.  True research in other words.  I was glad to help her and it was hard not to get caught up in her obvious excitement and affection for Hamilton. 

    Apparently, my site had provided her with some interesting leads.  In addition to the bibliography I had also put online my correspondence with Huber, the nursing home and other people who had known ASH.  She had a lot of questions, but it soon became clear she knew way more than I did.  She was like a woman obsessed, one might say, and was generous in sharing a lot of her discoveries with me.  One thing I never really understood were her dealings with Hamilton's family, which seemed troubled; initial emails spoke of warm conversation, which later evolved into getting the cold shoulder, if not hostility to her project.  She also hinted that other people were interested in doing a Hamilton book.  I won't go into all the details, but there were hints that the book she published containing some of his letters was intended to make a bit of a splash to generate interest in a bigger project.  There was also a sense of playing things very close to the chest, to be the first one to get a book done.  She referred to Miller and others.  It all seemed so competitive, somewhat at odds with my "open source" approach to Hamilton.  Anyone who contacted me got as much information as I had.

    Send This to the Immune Officer was published in 2010.  Her enthusiasm and warmth shine through, but there were aspects of the presentation that made me a bit leery.  The book was actually a magazine published under the "Weird NJ" imprint and the cover was a comic book-style caricature of puzzled cops and an intense Hamilton.  The letters reveal an eccentric, paranoid man.  I think it would be fair to say Hamilton had mental health issues to some degree, so the "weird" label is unfortunate.  Like I said, the texts are respectful and obviously heartfelt; she has a genuine admiration and empathy for the man.  But the presentation was a bit ill-conceived.

    On a personal level, I was surprised to see that despite a relatively lengthy intro, essay and acknowledgments, she never mentions our conversations by email or telephone.  I also contacted some other people on her behalf, turned her on to some other potential sources.  She does quote an email I wrote, on the back cover calling her the "number one ASH researcher" at the time.  No mention of having, as she wrote me in a prior email, "been a part of this [project] from the beginning."  Let's be honest, her research extended way farther than me tracking down some of his published poems and in fact carried out what I'd hoped my site might inspire.  She sent me a copy of the book/magazine, but after that, I haven't really heard from her.

    Still, my goal was to help push Hamilton research along so I'm heartened by the result -- the letter collection is a fascinating narrative.

    Visiting Wikipedia recently in order to see if anyone has edited the ASH page, I learned about the Dreambox anthology.  I ordered it and like it quite a bit.  Editors Ben Estes and Alan Felsenthal have done a good job.

    As I mentioned before, the authors have worked with Hamilton's family.  Lisa Borinsky had mentioned the family wasn't very cooperative with her.  Some of her comments to me in emails suggest the family was hoping there would be some money in this for them and indeed, this book is copyrighted to a member of Alfred's family.  Neither forward nor intro to the collection mentions Borinsky, which, given the dearth of books about the man, seems curious, especially as they mention his "heartbreaking" letters to the police, which as far as I know, Borinsky uncovered for the first time.  (The family was also totally surprised to learn, apparently via my website, about the letter by Jonathan Williams that had appeared in 1975 in the NYT).  Maybe the family were offended that Borinsky had published letters which revealed his eccentricities, perhaps even mental illness.  Or maybe they were angry she was going to use public documents to make a book that might distract from Dreambox, which was apparently a work in progress when Borinsky published.  Borinsky was definitely digging into family affairs, which suggested some skeletons in the closet.  Hence the family's resistance I suppose.  Still, neglecting to mention her publication is I think, an injustice to the reader who wants to know more about the man himself.

    So, what began for me a chance encounter and a simple webpage has continued to be an interest of mine 10 plus years down the road.  I'm glad so many people have been interested in Hamilton and that I've been able to play a small role in getting the word out.  The real movers in this tale are those who have published his work:  Geoff Hewitt, Greg Kuzma,
    Jonathan Williams, Lisa Borinsky, Estes and Felsenthal....

    I've learned a lot about the academic and publishing world over this strange trip.  The competitiveness, the secrecy, finding the right allies.  My contribution to all this Hamilton research has been time-consuming, but not groundbreaking.  I was glad to have gotten the info I had together in one place, sad when it was taken down and now, relieved that I can get what I've found back out there.

    So anyway, here are the biographical notes I originally wrote, with a bibliography to follow.  I might turn the photocopies that I have into PDFs to put up on Scribd.  I have a bit of regret about the first biographical note you will hopefully read below.  I wrote it before I knew very little about the man except the poems.  I hinted that there was something in the work and photo that raised some questions about his mental state.  I even refer to him as "slightly demonic-looking".  Ill-chosen words, but honest, I meant well.  I still think a biography would be interesting, as well as a more thorough bibliography.  I'd be happy if what I've done can help whoever makes that happen.


    Biographical Note 1

    The first biographical blurb below was posted on LoS in 2011 as "I am immune."

    Alfred Starr Hamilton is an enigma. His name is dropped at Exquisite Corpse a few times; the front page as of 11/22/01 accuses house poet Mike Topp of ripping Hamilton off. Somewhere else he is referred to as a "folk treasure." That seems a bit condescending but Hewitt substantiates. He seems uncomfortable but says Hamilton is "eccentric." Hamilton lived with his mother until she died in 1964 and left him seven grand. He then moved into a linoleum-floored room in a boarding house at 41 S. Willow St. NJ. As of 1970 he'd been living on 1000 dollars a year (much is made of his penury), visiting the local library and Salvation Army, copping butts. His photograph shows a neatly-dressed and sane-looking older gentleman. But those could be Army clothes and his nails are peculiarly long.

    Speaking of the Army, the US Army, Hamilton was drafted and went AWOL after less than a year. "I got a discharge somehow," he writes in the blurb for his poems appearing in the APR in 1976.  [This might not be true, as Borinsky discovered he'd been buried with full military honors.] This [alleged AWOL affair] was during the War. Something of this cantankerous spirit survived until 1961. He refused to participate in a civil air raid drill and was fined and briefly jailed. Other than that he can drive, has a sister, drinks Four Roses and once serviced candy machines (after the war; it disgusted him). Biographical information is scant, but he claims to have hitchhiked through forty-three states. If so, Montclair has always always remained his home port: The 2000 Directory of America Poets and Fiction Writers says he's still at 41 S. Willow. That would make him 87.

    His first appearance in print, Sphinx (1969), was published out of Montclair by Geof Hewitt aka Kumquat Press. In his review of Sphinx (New, No. 9), Eric Torgersen mentions that these pamphlets were free for the asking. (Online it currently lists for 25 dollars). Torgersen praises Hamilton; he says he's often inaccessible, but when he isn't, he's dead-on. Torgersen also says there are longer poems in Sphinx, which is not the case for what I've seen in print. The poems in APR and Poetry Now are short. These poems published in the mid-seventies have a tendency to catalogue, taking a phrase and repeating it, often asking a question. The tone is bemused and iconoclastic but never mean-spirited. The meanings are enigmatic. It's as if there is a code to be broken. The object of the poems is often the natural world, but rarely the world of man-made things. In the world but not of it, so to speak. Break the code and enter the Hamilton cosmos. One slightly demonic-looking man secretly manipulating the world from the center of the universe.

    Needless to say, I like Hamilton. I stumbled across the Jargon book by accident at Cornell's Olin library and was immediately struck by the simplicity and strangeness of the poems. The book itself is a handsome volume and the introductory remarks by Hewitt interesting. Wanting to learn more about this character, I turned to the internet, came up with a few references. It didn't occur to me until some time later to get the articles and poems themselves. I am still waiting for a few things, which I will review here. I'm hoping to reproduce the articles online, but an annotated bibliography will do just as well, for now.

    --S. Adkins November 23, 2001

    Biographical Note 2

    Ho ho! Seems in this lil' squib I am mistaken in some of my facts. John Latta's blog, Hotel Point, has a good summary (dated Jan 2, 2004) of Hamilton's published work and includes the text of a few poems, including "Crabapples," which appears to be his first poem in print, in Cornell University's Epoch (Fall 1962 issue aka Vol. XII, No. 3) and not in Sphinx as I wrote above. For more details I suggest reading the blog iself, which though brief, includes some interesting context and observations. Seems this extended entry refers back to his note on Dec 12, 2003: "Poking around in old bound volumes of Epoch yesterday after Ron Silliman’s mention of Alfred Starr Hamilton, a name, unforgettable enough, that’d got bruit’d around Cornell in the early ’seventies..."

    --S. Adkins November 11, 2004


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