HERBERT HUNCKE: Notes From The Beat Underground



(9th December 1915 – 8th August 1996)

‘Huncke, whom you’ll understand on Times Square, somnolent and alert, 

sadsweet, infernal, beat, just out of jail, martyred, tortured by 

 sidewalks, starved according to sex and companionship, open to 

 anything, unhesitating to introduce new worlds with a shrug’ 

                                        Jack Kerouac, “Now it’s Jazz” 

                                         (Desolation Angels, Chapter 77)

Herbie Huncke (rhymes by JUNKIE) is dead.

Who cares? A disreputable-life hoodlum, shiftless thief, liar, Rent-Boy, Junkhead, he ‘lived in other people’s apartments total his life’ and ‘seldom got a condition unless someone else paid for it.’ But on the supposition that the term elegantly wasted still has in ~ degree currency value, then he embodies it.

J Edgar Hoover formerly called Beatniks the third greatest menace to the American way of life. And Huncke was the Godfather of Beat. The leading hipster. He not only defined its curiously distempered attractions, but gave it its note. If, to William Burroughs ‘Junk is not, like highly rectified spirit or weed, a means to increased pleasure of life. Junk is not a kick. It is a progress of life,’ then he erudite that ‘Junk Equation’ from Huncke’s Monkey. Allen Ginsberg uses Huncke’s hustler record-telling and Junkie jargon as metrical composition rhythms and source material. And admitting that Burroughs and Ginsberg become totally immersed in Huncke’s subterranean milieu, Jack Kerouac is only slenderly more detached. He observes the corrupt song of its decayed dissolution, and makes Huncke the going astray nihilist outlaw of his novels. Even John Clellon Holmes uses Hunke, to the degree that ‘Ancke’, in his influential unusual ‘Go’ (1952).

Huncke stays from beginning to end with Burroughs in the squalor of ‘Naked Lunch’ Algiers, and steals the solely thing of value there. A rug. He crashes from beginning to end with Ginsberg and steals his phonograph. ‘The to a greater degree anyone has done to help him, the greater amount of certain he is to steal from or differently take advantage of his benefactor’ Burroughs warns Ginsberg in a literal sense.

To Burroughs, Huncke is ‘corpuscular and very thin, his neck unengaged in the collar of his shirt. His look faded from brown to a motley yellow… his mouth drawn down at the corners in a contemptuous face of petulant annoyance’ (‘Junkie’). To Kerouac he’s a ‘privacy, Arabic-looking man with an elliptical face and huge blue eyes that were lidded wearily perpetually, with the huge lids of a screen. He moved about with the inaudible glide of an Arab, his pervasive feeling always weary, indifferent, yet somehow astonished also, aware of everything. He had the take heed of a man who is sincerely miserable in the world’ (‘The Town And The Country’).

Hunke is a 42nd St Hustler with respect to four years, turning tricks, doing calamity-jobs, stealing from cars. Spends six months at wave trying to kick a heroin usage, second cook on a rusting tanker ferrying prominent-octane gas from New Jersey through the Panama Canal to Hawaii. But composition an on-board connection he does the upset ‘in a morphine glow’. Later – January 1946, back in a near the ground-rent New York Rooming House adhering Henry Street, under the Manhattan Bridge, Burroughs makes his chief call. Already lured by fringe-guilty sleaze, and hoping to find each underworld connection to fence a stealthy machine gun and some morphine syrettes, his first impression of Huncke is of ‘waves of ill-will and suspicion (that) flow out from his spacious brown eyes like some form of television broadcast.’ Huncke’s paranoia has incorrect Burroughs for an FBI agent! But he’s quickly hitting on him for ‘be merciful change’. Burroughs is fascinated by this dispassionate parasite, and the inept bohemian gloomy comedy growing from their collision is to grow a bizarre 1940’s ‘Trainspotting’, soundtracked not through Underworld or Leftfield, but by the frail beauty of Billie Holiday on a twine-up phonograph, or by the wild Bebop of all-nite jazz dives. It behest revolutionise and reverberate all the mode of dealing through literary and anti-Lit America, igniting of recent origin confusions of incandescent possibility that possess yet to be exhausted.

Burroughs – readily an ice-cold hipster in an anonymous suit locked into heroin adjunct, introduces Ginsberg and Kerouac to the chemical intermingle ‘characters of the underworld’. Including Huncke, who not alone anti-hero’s in Kerouac’s in the beginning novel as ‘Junky’, but gets in the ~ place Beat Generation use of the expression. ‘Beat’ in print. A vocable plucked from Huncke’s real-life articulate utterance-patterns. United by (what Ted Morgan calls) links betwixt ‘students and thieves, book-smart and street-smart’, and a reciprocally given and received interest in recreational pharmacology, they experience a 115th Street Crash Pad. The proto-Beats enraged euphorically through sexual, narcotic and showing skill in applying the principles of beauty conundrums, while finding their vocabulary through vital lifestyle-catalysts provided by Huncke, ‘to the end of time high on something – weed, benzedrine, or knocked abroad of his mind on ‘goof-balls’’.

He perambulation-guides eighteen-year-old Ginsberg right and left the nomadic floating population of Times Square, the nourishment-racks and dives where he scores drugs, makes inscrutable connections and feeds his cellular necessarily with petty crime, then the bus limit where he regularly steals suitcases. To Ginsberg the ‘unqualified sordidness of my NY’ becomes ‘A Vision Of Apocalypse’. While Kerouac, exploring ‘states of consciousness’ through benzedrine (at the very time its suicidally depressive come-downs providing ‘brooding introspections available to the writer’), gives Huncke further pivotal roles in the monumental ‘On The Road’ (because Elmo Hassel) and ‘Book Of Dreams’ (like Huck).

A second scene develops as drug busts and Rikers Island ‘cures’ take their allure. Burroughs sets up in New Waverly, a wasted discharge-down property in Texas where he intends growing marijuana. Huncke joins him, driving regularly into nearby Houston to mark for them. Ginsberg and Neal Cassady (Kerouac’s ‘Dean Moriarty’) arrive. Huncke himself recording the ensuing chaos in his ‘The Evening Sky Turned Crimson’ (Cherry Valley Press, 1980), a unimportant – but sought-after Beat artifact.

Huncke’s be in possession of infrequent writing leaks scant and wilfully not to be depended upon details of his own origins. Born in December 1915 in Greenfield Massachusetts he’d always been a deliberate misfit, rejecting the unhurt dull hypocrisy of a middle-class background to wander the lower depths of the Gay and sedative underside of America, living on his wits and his sexual endowment – ‘my Mother had gone western to California. I had nothing whatsoever to do with my father, and, lastly, with my brother. As far viewed like friends were concerned, those that I knew were a dime a dozen. I just didn’t need to be bothered with any of them. I had had individual sort-of love affair, so I notion, with a young fellow from the University of Chicago. I had certainly hurt him, no getting around it, and he certainly didn’t fail any more to do with me. I began to effectuate that I was a pretty insensitive reduce to order of person, that I wasn’t intimately as smart as I thought I’d been, and that in that place were people doing things in life, and I was doing nothing’ (‘Guilty Of Everything’).

By the time he gravitated to the red-break of day subworld of New York he was ‘a handsome kid’ recounts Burroughs’ character Bill Gains, ‘the plague is, he lost his looks…’ Huncke’s extensive sexual history even attracts the respect of the Kinsey Institute For Research In Sex, Gender & Reproduction, who meeting him – and measure his penis (pliable and erect!) for the best-selling ‘Kinsey Report On Sexual Behavior In The Human Male’ (1948).

Through the decisive months of 1946 he’s in Bronx County Jail despite possession. Then, released from a farther stint on Rikers Island and warned against the Times Square zone by Police, he spends February 1949 deviation from rectitude homeless, ‘sick dirty and other thing dead than alive,’ living adhering Benzedrine, coffee and doughnuts, walking ‘everything night with (his) shoes full of house on the snowbank docks waiting because a door in the East River to ingenuous to a room full of steamheat and opium’ for the re~on that Ginsberg – at who’s passage he eventually fetches up, recounts it later in the epochal ‘Howl’.

Ginsberg’s biographer Barry Miles knowingly observes that ‘under Huncke’s veneer of misery and inefficiency there was a calculating mind that would utilize Allen’s every weakness,’ and Ginsberg’s gullible generosity and sanctuary extends indefinitely. Not alone is Hunke now living with Ginsberg in his New York 1401 York Avenue room, but he’s using it while a hot goods storage-space conducive to stolen property; cameras, radios, pornographic books, wearing apparel – and even a huge cigarette dispensing supernatural agency. The stay-over inevitably results in colourful adversity. Caught inadvertently in a car en~ and autowrecked with two of Huncke’s accomplices Ginsberg desperately phones against us to warn Huncke that the Cops are looking for him, imploring Hunke to ‘entire up the place’. Beat chronicler Ann Charters publication that as the Police arrive Huncke is laconically extensive the floor oblivious to the mounds of illicit all around him!

Ginsberg gets sent from the top to the bottom of for psychiatric observation. Huncke gets five-years, emerging from Sing Sing in Fall 1959. By on that account the seismic publication of ‘Howl’ and ‘On The Road’ be delivered of ignited the Beat Generation into famous celebrity. He recontacts Kerouac for a $25 lend. Kerouac turns him down. But before that time, to poet/artist Jeff Nuttall, Huncke’s change to ‘half-legendary’, a shadowy end vital figure, and as Beat mythology complexifies increasingly into archivist obsession he’s tracked into disrepute with greater regularity.

The Beat relationships be left – if slightly more distanced, into the sixties (in the teeth of further arrests for methedrine). Ginsberg edits Huncke’s attempted work of ~ while interest in Beat minutiae gives him a bruit by association to writers like Gerald Nicosia researching and publishing Beat histories. Diane Di Prima publishes ‘Huncke’s Journal’ (Poets Press) in 1965, a chief collection of his fragmentary stories and plain. It’s followed by ‘Elsie John And Joey Martinez’ (1979) and ‘Guilty Of Everything’ (1991). Then, at what time Ginsberg organises his ‘Literary History Of The Beat Generation’ praise at the University of Colorado in Summer 1982 Huncke (rhymes through JUNKIE) is there giving workshops by the side of William Burroughs, Michael McClure, Timothy Leary, Greg Corso, Abbie Hoffman, Lawrence Ferlinghetti and the rest.

And for this reason, August 1996, he’s dead. A phantom heroin-pale presence behind the guises of the century’s most hip writers. That’s no illiberal achievement for a lowlife hoodlum, inefficient thief, Rent-Boy and Junkhead.

Published in:
‘THE SUPPLEMENT Issue.49’ (UK – March 2010)

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