This collection of late beat poet Jack Micheline’s work is a true testament to the life and work of a great, largely unheralded artist. First published in 1997, this now revised edition was produced and published by friend, editor and San Francisco Public Defender Matt Gonzalez with an assist by Jack’s son Vince Silvaer. This book is an amazing labor of love in terms of both the work and production which includes not just poetry, but Jack’s art, photos, flyers, biographical material and an appendix of quotes from many famous and not so famous writers, posts and artists who know Jack and his work. This edition also includes letters from Charles Bukowski on Micheline, and a section covering the Skinny Dynamite trial for obscenity. Jack Micheline was an original voice in American letters, and Sixty-Seven Poems makes a case for this that is beyond reproach. Not just beat or street, he was actually a very accomplished writer and poet. He spent his life pounding away at the ! track, the typewriter, paint with brush, pen and ink, and the tempest of his everyday existence, all found here within these pages. He was a long shot player who always pulled for the underdog. A common man with a genius for the ages whose words and work will live long thanks to the hard work of Matt Gonzalez. Jack has been kissed by the angles on this one. The only sad note in this beat opera is that this book came so late in his life. The first edition (out of print within months) was published just before he died. He was certainly published much in chapbook form, and is very widely published in many anthologies, but was ignored by the more reputable publishers of poetry in his life. This book does not make up for this loss, but makes its own mark. It is a beautiful and comprehensive collection that will hopefully cross over and reach the much affected academia that could use a shot of Jack. Beat, no chaser.
Jack Micheline spoke to the poet in everyone in an age when business is usual and poetry a sideshow. He was authentic street and so we are witness to the voice of the undefeated.
takes a simple word makes it bleed lets it laugh the eye cries tears that tear geographies apart — apart from any system — Jack Micheline cuts his words from gut-strings to make the music of his poems.
Jack Micheline was a true minstrel. A wandering poet singing timeless songs for our own sad, desperate time.
Jack Micheline spirited bop poet of the streets, moonbeams, the human cri & souls. One of the Beat comets that blazed a luminous trail.
Jack Micheline gregarious, boisterous, unstoppable, his energy, edgy optimism and righteous anger gave him a high-octane approach to life. Over the years, he endured, scrambled in the margins, grumbled against the suits who ran everything but couldn’t touch freedom to write and paint his heartful, tender ire and optimistic resilience. Like one of those club fighters up against the ropes, Jack always rallied to win another fight.