Sunday, April 3, 2011

Lawrence Lipton (1898-1975)

As indicated in previous post, LIPTON is not an Esat-European surname.  It therefore is not the one which would appear on the Ship Passenger List for the asserted year of arrival (1903).  However, knowing that they are Ashkenazi and that Lipton was probably derived from the first three letters of the Russian name – it was not surprising to find the only passenger list match was for a family with the name Lipschitz.  Lipton is the traditional Americanization of the name Lipschitz (or its spelling variations).

The following chart demonstrates the comparison between the 1910 Census and the a 1903 Passenger List by which the arrival of Lawrence (Isadore in Census & Israel on Ship List) is documented to have been on 2 June 1903. 

(Capture) 1903  New York Passenger Lists, 1820-1957

You will note that the estimated birth years for his sister “Esther/Esser and Lawrence (Isadore/Israel) agree – but, due to his 10 June birthday not having been reached, Harry/Pon varies by one year.  Rose’s (Rosa) birthday created a 2 year variance.

Exactly what the name “Pon” was supposed to represent, and how it became Harry, is a matter for his descendants to determine.  However, we can now state that Lawrence Lipton was born “Israel Lipschitz”,  in Lodz, Poland, in 1898; that, upon arrival, he was given the immigration name of “Isadore Lipton”, and that – when he became a writer – changed his name given name to “Lawrence”.

The full evidence from the Passenger List shows that Abraham Lipschitz -- residing in St. Louis, Missouri – was husband to Rose & father to Israel etal.

(SAMPLE)1903 ShipList_Lipschitz This evidence indicates that Lawrence Lipton and his son James Lipton are members of the illustrious Lipschitz line – the only exclusively Hebrew/Jewish surname -- which dates back, through a long line of intellectuals and Rabbis, to the famed tenth century scholar known as the RASHI. 

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Lawrence Lipton – Talent of the ‘Beat Generation’ – & Ashkenazi Polish … hence, probably, R1a1

I tried to find SOLID biographical data on Lawrence Lipton -- couldn't, so researched on Ancestry.com and came up with this: 

"Lawrence Lipton (October 10, 1898 - July 9, 1975) was an American journalist, writer, and beat poet, as well as the father of James Lipton."

Lawrence Lipton was born in Lodz, Poland (Russian region) October 10, 1898 -- son of Rose and Abraham.  Exactly what the family name was prior to arrival in America is uncertain, but, once here, they assumed the LIPTON surname.  Prior to assuming the  given name of Lawrence, this artist, journalist, writer, and beat poet was Isadore J Lipton, son of Rose and Abraham; brother to Esther (b.1895 in Poland), Harry (b.10 Jun 1900[or 1899] in Poland), Sam (b.1904 in Missouri) and David (b.1907 in Illinois).

The family appears to have journied to the United States late in 1903, or early 1904; upon arrival, continued on to Chicago, Illinos where Abraham died sometime priod to the April 1910 Census; Rose appears to have remained there for the rest of her life.  At that time, they lived at 1142 North Wood Street -- a residence which, on Google Maps, is shown to be For Sale.  In that census, their language is shown as Yiddish and their year of immigration, 1904.  The same census shows two girls who might be Isadore's first wife, Dorothy Omansky.  One is an orphan, Dora Omansky (b.1899 in Russia), who arrived in America in 1907 and is recorded among the 143 'inmates' at the Jewish Orthodox 'Marks Nathan Jewish Orphan Home' (1243, 1249 N. Wood St.); the other, Dorah (b.1904), daughter of Max Omansky, is living a half mile away -- at 712 (North) Paulina Street.  The 1930 census reveals that Max's daughter married Solly Goldstien -- and, therefore, cannot be the Dorothy who married Isadore in the early 1920's.  This leaves Dora Omansky as the likely first wife to Isadore.
1910 Census has Orphanage on Blucher Street, whose name and numbers were changed after WW2: The Blucher St. address is now the corner of W Potomac Ave. & N. Wood St.; thus placeing it only a tenth of a mile from Isadroe's 1910 residence.  Available information indicates that Dorothy and Lawrence were childhood friends -- this is consitent with a one year age difference that would have placed both in the same grade, while their proximity would have them running in the same childhood clique. 

Moving on to the 1920 Census, we find the 22 year old Isadore living, with his mother and three younger brothers, at 2145 division Street.  The census tells us that Isadore is single and working as Studio Artist -- it is in this period that he won an award for his illustration of Haggadah, a Passover prayer book.  During the 1920s, Lipton turned his hand to journalism and became a regular contributor to the Sunday feature section of the New York Jewish newspaper, Forverts; became publicity director of a large movie theater; wrote for Atlantic Monthly, The Quarterly Review of Literature, and the Chicago Review -- in the process becomming associated with Chicago writers Edgar Lee Masters, Sherwood Anderson, Carl Sandburg, Harriet Monroe, and Ben Hecht -- who lived only a mile away from Isadore and Dora.  We can presume that 'Dorothy Omansky', who is roughly the same age as Isadore & Hecht, is traveling in the same circles -- in the 1920 census, Hecht is shown as being 23 years old, as opposed to the 26 years his biographical age would infer (a similar age variance shows for Sherwood Anderson).
Some time in the early 1920's, Isadore (Lawrence) married Dora (Dorothy), who is generally described as his "childhood sweetheart"; a shot time later Dorothy died.  Around 1926, Lawrence Lipton married the 32 year old 'Betty Weinberg' (b.1894) -- their union produced a son, Louis James Lipton (b. Detroit, Mich, 19 Sept 1926),  By the 1930 census, Betty and 'Lous' (James) Lipton were living with Betty's parents in Detroit and Lawrence was out of the picture.  The census record also shows Betty's sister -- who, like Betty, was a teacher -- and her brother, a writer working in advertising.  James Lipton grew to be a writer, poet, composer and dean emeritus of the Actors Studio Drama School of my alma mater, Pace University.

Of himself, Lawrence has written that he was "compelled to work for a living from then on; forced to fight a running battle against time for my education (time stolen from sleep, from play, from work--and consequently from food very often), and lacking the kind of life continuity and integrated personality that gives a man a firm sense of purpose and direction."

After seperating from Betty, Lawrence married Georgiana Ann Randolph Craig (1908–1957), with whom he coauthored twenty-two books of mystery fiction during the late 1930s and early 1940s under the pseudonym of Craig Rice. After this marriage ended in divorce.

In 1948, Lawrence then married his forth wife, Nettie Esther Brooks.  He died in Los Angeles, California on 9 July 1975 -- his widow also passed away in Los Angeles, at the age of 74, on 10 Dec 1986.
Lawrence Lipton went on to write:
_The Laugh is Bitter (1942)
_In Secret Battle (1944),
_ Rainbow at Midnight (1955) - poetry, 
_The Holy Barbarians._ New York: Messner, 1959.
_The Erotic Revolution._ Los Angeles: Sherbourne Press, 1965.

Nettie Lipton: From the Dictionary of Literary Biography, Volume 16: The Beats: Literary Bohemians in Postwar America. Edited by Ann Charters, University of Connecticut. Gale Research, 1983. pp. 352-356.

The Holy Barbarians, the book that linked Lipton to the Beat writers, was published in 1959, when he was sixty-one years old. The cast of characters in the book included such "name" personalities as the writers Allen Ginsberg, Kenneth Rexroth, Kenneth Patchen, Stuart Z. Perkoff, Gregory Corso, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and Dylan Thomas. When Lipton wrote The Holy Barbarians he had settled in Venice, California, where a bohemian community flourished beside the Pacific Ocean, near the beach outside Los Angeles. Lipton's home became an informal center for the arts, with Lipton functioning as both teacher and catalyst. In the years immediately after the mid-1950s poetry renaissance in the San Francisco Bay Area, poets, writers, and artists often went down the coast to visit Lipton. For Lipton, poetry readings were at the heart of the Beat experience in Venice, helping to explain "the alienation of the hipsters from the squares." He stated that "when the barbarians appear on the frontier of a civilization it is a sign of a crisis in that civilization. If the barbarians come, not with weapons of war but with songs and ikons of peace, it is a sign that the crisis is one of a spiritual nature."

In Venice, Lipton had been associated with the movement to restore poetry as a vocal art long before the Beats became famous. "The printed poem is to the poem what the score is to a piece of music," he wrote in his essays "Poetry and the Vocal Tradition" and "Youth Will Serve Itself" in the Nation in April and November 1956.

Lipton began experimenting with poetry and jazz in 1956. Working first with Shelly Manne, then briefly with Jimmie Giuffre and Buddy Collette, he perfected his concepts of the integration of poetry with jazz music. In September 1957, Benny Carter and Jack Hampton, after hearing Lipton in a discussion about poetry and jazz with Kenneth Rexroth on a Los Angeles-San Francisco hookup on CBS radio, called on him to produce and direct a series of poetry-and-jazz concerts. The result was the First West Coast Poetry and Jazz Festival, dedicated to Dylan Thomas and playing to capacity audiences during its two-week run in early December. For these concerts Lipton drew upon the musical talents of Shorty Rogers, Bill Holman, Barney Kessel, Paul Horn and the poetry of Kenneth Rexroth, Stuart Z. Perkoff and several other young Venice poets. His own poems were included as well. In 1958 Lipton produced Jazz Canto, released by World Pacific Records.

After The Holy Barbarians, Lipton turned to the sexual revolution. He believed it to be a determined move on the part of millions of people to restructure the very process of orgasm itself. In The Erotic Revolution (1965), he recommended: "Repeal all the laws regulating pre-marital sex; Make legal marriage optional; Repeal all laws making homosexuality illegal; Repeal all the so-called 'unnatural laws' regarding the sexual act; Make contraceptives legal everywhere and free to low income groups; Make all abortions legal and free to those unable to pay."

Published in dozens of literary magazines and journals, his poetry and prose gathered together certain central themes that related to the social responsibility of the artist to participate in the formation of a society that was more than a collective. As a visionary, Lipton wanted the new society to be rational, functional, and responsible to the deepest needs of the human soul.

During the last years of his life, Lipton wrote a long-running column of political commentary in the Los Angeles Free Press called "Radio Free America".

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

TRAUERSPIEL got lost

TRAUERSPIEL ... Channe & Esther ... sisters (or cousins), Age 18, ...
born abt 1877, arrived 1895, ...
both from Siniewa, Russland ... arrive in NYC ...
then they vanish.

Where did they go?

They aren’t in the 1900 census – nor in any other census.    Where could they have gone?

Sunday, January 9, 2011

I Awoke

I woke up dreaming.
I awoke fat and flatulent.
I awoke as I normally do, and lay there continuing the thoughts that had awakened me.
This morning, like many mornings, they were about my life.  Could it have been better?  Or is this the “best of all possible worlds?”
I awoke with thoughts of the enormous surplus on my EMT credit card, and amazed at the fact I even had one.  Who could I feed with it?  How fat had I gotten over the past year or so, and still amassed such a balance to my monthly food allowance.
I awoke thinking how nice it would be to be GOD – on Earth – and have perfect knowledge.  To know which stocks would rise and which would fall.  To know which cards to play; which slots would pay off next; what words to write so that my books would outsell both “Harry Potter” and the Bible.
To be able to dictate a book – a perfect book – from start to finish while on my way somewhere to do something that would be pleasurable.  To email the recording to a secretary with instructions to send the finished manuscript to my publisher – and know that it would be a best seller.  That I could write of events before they happened, and be assured that they would.  To know that the writing would only change that which would ensure that the events of the story would play out as they were written – cause and effect embodied perfectly within perfect knowledge.
And then the thought:  I am GOD and therefore have perfect knowledge and therefore know who will wish for what and what the outcome of granting that wish shall be.  I would know that the cause of a mass murder next year was an event which happened, a decision which was made, on a country road a thousand years ago – the decision to turn left, or right, or proceed ahead.  Because of that decision, someone lived, or maybe died – or maybe they met, or maybe missed meeting, the love of their life; because of that meeting, or missed meeting, children were born, or not born, and from there arose a series of lives and deaths, meetings, discoveries, opportunities had or missed, which brought about the events next year.  That one decision – like an ancient butterfly flapping its wings to cause a storm on the other side of the globe –set in motion a series of events and interactions which resulted in a decision that lead to the violent, unforeseen, death of many.
The best of all possible worlds – a world in which an all knowing and all powerful entity could change any event, take any action, and know with absolute certainty what the outcome would be.
Imagine that you, or I, were that entity.  Imagine that we could take any action and know its outcome with absolute clarity of purpose and result.
Imagine the ramifications.
Imagine that we could have such power, such knowledge, and then imagine the world as it really would be – as opposed to that immediate, fleeting and sublimely irrational, idea of “perfection.”
You would never have to yell at your child – before the child was conceived, before you met the mate with whom they would be conceived – you knew every argument, every problem, every mistake that would be made and that there was absolutely nothing you could do to change it ... because your knowledge of the outcome of a choice was perfect and without error.
Imagine that you would need to weigh the errors, the problems, against the outcome and decide that certain things MUST occur – for, if they did not, you could not get from here, to there, and you would have no choice to remain here (where you are) for eternity.
Imagine that there is no sin – that you lied to your creation so it would not realize that it is you lying to yourself to allow events you know must happen to happen.
I could not awaken to win any lottery I played.  Nor could I write any book that would be so perfect that it would be immediately the unsurpassable best.  At best, I could allow someone to say something that will pass, or be considered a classic and so relegated to the corner of academia to be read, studied, and shunned with bursts of teenage scorn by those generations who followed.
Imagine a perfect path.
Imagine a perfect world.
Would there be death?  Could there be death?  And without death, could there be life?  No more children – they consume and consumption requires the death, or destruction, of something.  No more adults – they too require support networks that consume and destroy.
Of course: We could live without eating or the need to excrete waste, without aging, without disease, without clothing.  We could live without work – because there would be nothing to produce.  We could live knowing everything that could and would happen – but that would force us into inaction ... wouldn’t it?  There would be no purpose to actions whose outcomes are perfect and without doubt.
I awoke dreaming, thinking, and my mind followed the path it always follows ... trapped in a realm where there is a deity and we are it.
How to escape?
Perfection, an absence of error, a lack of imperfection, is paralyzing – and exceedingly boring.
But what if my life were my death?
What if to live I must reproduce, re-experience each of the possibilities anew through the next me, that next generation?  What if I could give birth to myself and spend my time as my own fetus?  I know, would know, that I am me ... but the process could be experienced anew.  All the possibilities – all the options and alternatives explored in the process of being who I am, was, will become.
Predestination?
You have no choices to make because the outcome is a given.  And yet!  Yet you explore each path – turning right, left and proceeding straight ahead – so that every action with led to imperfect is experienced and every path ... the sole ultimate path ... to perfection is derived again, and again, through each successive generation.  Infinite generations, taking infinite time, to explore the infinite  possibilities of that which made me who I am.
A circle of time and experiences – no beginning, and without end.
I awoke dreaming this dream.  And it told me that this is not only the best of all possible worlds, but that the idea of the Buddha, the ultimate attainment of ultimate knowledge within ones lifetime, is to simply recognize that everything that has, or will be, done is so that every possibility can be known and experienced.  There is neither good nor evil ... there was no “original sin” – there could not have been.  Perfect knowledge precludes anything having happened that was not foreknown and determined that it must happen for the events which follow from it to have happened.
I awoke as I went to sleep – thinking and exploring the possibilities.  I determined that my dream should be positive or negative.  That events should be logical, or illogical.  That it is totally logical for events to be totally illogical – and it would not, necessarily, be logical for me to prove that presumption.
I awoke fat and flatulent.
I woke up dreaming and living the life that made sense in terms of the life I had chosen to live.
It is, as the scorned philosopher realized, “The Best of ALL Possible Worlds.”  It is, if only because I have the power to make it otherwise and for some reason, without consuming enough to deplete my EBT Card – but in fact accruing a significant credit balance – I awoke fat and flatulent and feeling sorry for those (of me, of my alternative states) who will never awaken and do not understand why.  They do not understand why the only universally apparent law is the admonition embodied in “the Golden Rule” … It is us, that is, ourselves, we are doing it to.

I awoke to experience a new day.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

The Prime Ages of Life (Six by Six)

In The Old Testament – which Paul taught the “Faith & Grace” believers to ignore, declaring that, if they accepted even one element, they must accept all 613 laws and commandments – if you attack a pregnant woman, and cause her to lose the baby, you are guilty of murder.  You are not guilty, if you do not attack – inflict violence upon –  the woman.  Abortion is not a Biblical crime, and even if it was, as both St. Paul & St Peter agree, unless you follow all 613 laws (are Kosher and, if a male, circumcised) you are forbidden to invoke any Old Testaments Laws.

That said, let’s draw a parallel to the numbers in Genesis and the “PRIME” stages of life:

The ancients counted the year from the first day.
The day when you emerged from the womb,
you acquired your birthright and rights to life.
Your age connects you to Heaven, own it.

A. First Six Stages of Life:
  1 (0-1) First experience Life and Love
  3 (2-3) Learn to Observe and Listen, and use those skills to teach yourself to Walk & Talk.
  7 (6-7) Put your Observation and Listening skills to use and learn to learn what others seek to both teach and have you learn.
11 (10-11) Transition to teen years and introduction to adult responsibility.
13 (12-13) Transition to adulthood, puberty and sexual awareness through personal change.
17 (16-17) The years of maturity which demonstrate how you will handle the responsibilities of life.

B. Second Six Stages of Life:
19 (18-19) First experience of adulthood
21 (dbl prime - a multiple of two primes) Adulthood and a return to Observation, Listening and Learning on your own – with the assumption of personal responsibility for the rest of your life.
23 (22-23) Transition into, and experience with, the realities of adulthood.
29 (28-29) You’ve defined you path and must now approve, or implement, it.
31 (30-31) You’ve taken the first step toward true responsibility for the future.
37 (36-37) You are a leader and teacher – the future of society is defined by you.

C. Final Stages of Life:
41 (40-41) Professionally, you have achieved all you will within the career you began twenty years earlier.  What recognition you should have acquired, has been, or is clearly on the way to being, acquired. To many, in the vernacular, you are ‘middle age” – but in reality you are the a shepherd responsible for the younger flock and must learn to earn that role.  Your role splits between personal and social position and responsibility.
43 (42-43) The cycle of learning to Listen and Observe for the role of Statesmen, Parent-in-law,  and Grandparent.
47 (46-47) Aspect of Statesmanship, In-Law, Grandparent. 
53 (52-53)
59 (58-59)
61 (60-61) Prepare for retirement and possibly the addition of “Great” to the roles of Statesmen, Parent-in-law,  and Grandparent.

D. From here on out you are retired and beginning the cycle anew.
In these years you are the teacher to your grandchildren and, the recorder of the history you have seen, for the benefit of the generations to follow.  These are the ages of death, or the decision to die. 

67 (66-67) / 73 (72-73) / 79 (78-79) /

83 (82-83) / 89 (88-89) / 97 (96-97) ...

E. You are now a Centenarian and venerated for the years you have lived, regardless of how you lived them.  Physically and mentally, you are back to the first years of Life and once again, an observer learning anew.
101 (100-101) /  103 (102-103) /  107 (106-107) /

109 (108-109) / 113 (112-113) …

F. 127 (126-127) An age forbidden and unattainable to individuals, but which the last before the transition to the ages of Cultures and Societies.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Wonders of Genesis (an R1a1 book)

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One of the great unrecognized wonders of intelligence in the Biblical Age was the creation of the Genesis Genealogy.  The basis of which is a lunar calendar – dates that are full stops are Prime Numbers or a multiple of two primes – in the case of the one indicated in the chart, the numbers 11 and 199.

Note that the year one BCE is a prime number and that the first year CE (our common calendar era) is a Metonic (Lunar Calendar) function 19x198 set to one to begin the new calendar – a calendar created by a R1a1 Scythian in the sixth century.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

J2 Connection

Been a quiet summer of writing, research and more writing.

Did you know?  Where there is R1a1 there is J2?  The two genetic tribes travel together and have since the Aryan Wars (in Sanskrit, The Mahabharat War) .  Technically, if we need to establish a specific year, the Solar-Lunar eclipse pair from Julian year 3129 BC marks Mahabharat War.

Once established, the R1a1 Horseman and the J2 agriculturists joined forces to rule the Indian Peninsular as Brahmin.  They traveled north and west to enter history – eventually moving into Europe to be persecuted and driven north to join the those who would become Vikings.  Thence they headed south to be part of those who became  the Normans – and north again to rule England.

They have influenced our culture to an extent which few realize and most have worked hard to ignore – watching the process is like watching people ignore a pair of mating elephants in the middle of Times Square.

Ah YES!  There are fun things to discuss and write about …

guess I need to say: More to come.