Hugh Fox: Way, Way Off The Road

Note: Doug Holder is the founder of Ibbetson Press and the publisher of “Way, Way Off The Road …” by Hugh Fox, edited by S.R. Glines.

When you whisper “small press” in the ears of many 60’s era poets and publishers, one of the first responses you will get is “Hugh Fox.” Fox was a founding board member of the Pushcart Prize, a publisher of a well-regarded avant-garde literary magazine Ghost Dance founder of the seminal organization for little magazines and small presses COSMEP, a reviewer of thousand of chapbooks, magazines and books, and the author of the first critical study of Charles Bukowski. In his memoir of the small press movement, Way, Way off the Road, Fox quotes Charles Plymell, a City Lights-published jazz poet and the first printer of ZAP Comics:

“… the generation that came after the Beats, was overpowered by the Beats themselves. All that media hype. My god, the media fell in love with them. They were practically rock stars. And the post-Beats, the Hippie-Yippies, whatever you want to call them, were lost in the Beat’s shadow. They were and still are invisible!”

Plymell defined the group of poets Fox feels he was part of. Fox was solidly in his 30’s, a nerdy academic, equipped with a Ph.D and a foundation grant, when he picked up a copy of Crucifix in a Death Hand by the “dirty old man” of poetry Charles Bukowski. Fox was thrilled by the Buk’s use of language and felt a new door was opened for him outside the stagnant air of the academy. Fox wound up doing a critical study of the man. Here is an account of his first meeting with Bukowski:

“So I’d gone over and found him in this motel-hotel place in Hollywood. You know, the usual tattered, potted palms out in front, everything kind of run down.”

Fox told Bukowski that he wanted to do a critical study of his work. Fox was sick of Eliot and Pound, and wanted a taste of the wild side. Here is Bukowski’s response according to Fox:

“… Nothing wrong with Eliot and Pound, they’re some of my best friends, he answered, got up and started emptying the wall of bookcases that contained all of his printed work, all the books, all the magazines. Went into a closet and started taking out suitcases and throwing the books and mags inside.”

Bukowski said: “Ok I can trust you. I’m gonna give you the whole schmear. And if you find any duplicates, keep them.”

Fox wound up writing the first critical study of the man, as well as studies of A. D. Winans and Lyn Lifshin, and began his life as a wandering-Jewish scribe, recording the comings, goings, happenings and personalities in the small press for the last 40 years.

Fox recounts his years at COSMEP, a seminal press organization, that he was a founding board member of, and his years of publishing the avant-garde lit mag Ghost Dance. Fox, who admits he has a very manic side, has written literally thousands of reviews of poetry books, chaps, and small press publications, as well has edited the groundbreaking anthology The Living Underground.

Way, Way Off The Road … is not a straight narrative. It reads the way Fox talks. It is written in a rapid fire stream of consciousness style, so that often the reader has to catch his or her breath. His description of fellow writers is often inspired. Here is a portrait of a down-at-the-heels Richard Nason, a movie critic for TIME magazine:

“And when he’d come into the office out of the Captain Midnight dark, you always smelled the booze on him. Pickled full time. Fedora. Sports jacket. Topcoat. Remnants of former glory. Only when he pulled his topcoat off there would be five pens in the front pockets of his sports coat, all of them uncapped, leaking into the coat itself, another uncapped pen in his shirt pocket also leaking, so it looked like he had been harpooned and was bleeding blue blood.'”
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Fox has an inquisitive, fascinating, and hungry mind, and he covers a wide range of subjects from drug-induced writing, ancient Indian cultures, men’s sexual prowess and perversions, you name it. In the books there are countless anecdotes about personages from the world of the small press like Harry Smith, Len Fulton, Richard Kostelantz, Allen Ginsberg, “The Boston Underground,” Bill Costley, Sam Cornish , Bill Blatty and Donald Hall. Fox has an original take on them all.

In ways Fox’s literary history reminds me of Howard Zinn’s writing. He gives you a view of the outsider, and how the outsider views things. This is a history you won’t find in the classrooms, although it should be there. Fox makes darkness visible, with this iconoclastic, zany and compelling memoir.

3 Responses

  1. Rock was LiteratureFirst,
    Rock was Literature

    First, this is a damn good review and worth re-reading, if not only because it’s good to find out the impetus for Pushcart, an anthology worth perusing if not purchase.

    Rock was the literature of the ’60s and ’70s. When you start smoking weed in grade school, it’s hard to pick up the reading habit but easy to get into music. Who you are became defined by who you listened to, and books, well, you could wait for the movie to come out. In early ’80s LA, who you are became what radio station you listened to and the music was becoming all one mainstream sound until the zeitgeist was crushed by Reagan’s–who you never saw with a book in his hand– Morning in America and disco went to the underground clubs and rock went alternative.

    And reading just wasn’t as cool anymore as the culture became multimedia and visual and then, as rap became gansta and disco became house, etc., and alternative went mainstream, the nano-second attention span of the internet became our current world hip-hop culture.

  2. I am always fascinated by any
    I am always fascinated by any description of an era, because to me, that is the real history of our species, and thus a way of understanding or explaining us. My friends read in high school – the early ’70’s. We read Vonnegut, Bradbury, Asimov, AC Clark, and others – this would be in study hall, reading stuff as opposed to studying. Then I remember reading Islands in the Stream, while waiting to escape from Anaheim. And a few years later, reading Lady Chatterly and Barabbas while backpacking through Europe; a few years later The Green Hills of Africa while waiting to escape from officer training school. I guess I’m not much of a reader. There would’ve been best sellers throughout the ’70’s and ’80’s, perhaps books by Roth and Updike. I guess I read The Godfather at some point. But I’m thinking a book has to do more than entertain. Movies or TV shows got a lock on that.

    One day a college kid told me to read On the Road. I liked it, was different, real, comes close to approaching reality (as I understand it). So I read a lot of Kerouac’s stuff. I suppose I should resent him. He could’ve been a true leader of society, a voice for humanity; a spokesman for the social change of the late ’60’s, early ’70’s; the Woodie Guthrie of that era. But he withered away and died.

    Allow me to make an insulting comparison. New York City is a microcosm of America. It was once home to struggling artists; even as late as the late ’60’s there was a place for the post-Beatniks, street poets, and folk singers. Then that was all replaced with commercialism. But there was a place in San Francisco in the early ’70’s for poets and musicians and kids. No such place exists anymore in our country and never will again, in my lifetime. Street poets and protesters are, in a way, following Kant’s will to duty – they are willing to sacrifice themselves for what they believe is the greater good. But as Warren Weappa notes, that weltgeist doesn’t exist anymore and hasn’t for a long time. (I would look to Europe as the place where the new ideas and leaders will be found.)

  3. My kind of
    My kind of recollections…

    Fox’s descriptions of Richard Nason and Charles Bukowski are great!

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