We Speak of Our Humanity in the Same Tongue

Tuesday, June 13, 2017 - 3:48 pm

We Speak of Our Humanity in the Same Tongue

As a grad student at U.C. Berkeley in the mid ‘60s, I loved the City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco. A decade earlier, luminaries of the Beat Generation — Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Kenneth Rexroth and others — hung out there, wrote and read groundbreaking poetry, and left a creative vibe you can feel to this day.

From the mid ‘70s to the mid ‘80s, I lived and worked near Philadelphia. Now and then I’d take a break by spending a few days on the Jersey Shore, even in mid-winter. This poem began there on a cold January morning as I recalled the cultural vibe of the Bay Area — and of Big Sur on the central California coast, another Beat hangout — and compared it to what I was hearing in a New Jersey dive called Lucille’s Cafe.

The surface differences were striking, but I was even more struck by our deep-down shared humanity.

“The Jersey Shore”
by Parker J. Palmer

Ferlinghetti wrote his poems
at City Lights Bookstore
in San Francisco, hipster by the Bay,
while I write over coffee
on the cold New Jersey shore,
next door to the Shop ‘n Bag
at Lucille’s Cafe.

Ferlinghetti and his friends
talked Marcel Proust and Sartre.
Here, football and fishing are
things closer to the heart.
But at Lucille’s they also speak
of friends who died too young,
of work and its frustrations
and it’s really the same tongue—
existentialism, with a few less complications.

Lucille’s accents are tender
underneath the Jersey tough,
and sitting here I see that
Big Sur culture’s not enough
to raise up all the poems we need
to speak to all the hearts
of how things come together
and of how things fall apart.

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is a columnist for On Being. His column appears every Wednesday.

He is a Quaker elder, educator, activist, and founder of the Center for Courage & Renewal. His books include Healing the Heart of Democracy, A Hidden Wholeness: The Journey Toward an Undivided Life, and Let Your Life Speak: Listening for the Voice of Vocation.

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  • Karen Craig

    Palmer’s poem rings true
    Near the Ohio River banks
    Where cornfield and industry
    Intersperse the ground we claim.
    Sitting here with morning coffee
    The words not lost on me
    How some truths are unchanged
    Shore to shore, sea to sea.