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Jonas Mekas on Stealing Anaïs Nin's Cookies and Receiving Poems from Allen Ginsberg

October 6, 2017  By Jonas Mekas

Jonas Mekas has spent 94 years weaving himself inextricably into the very fabric of postwar culture. In his photo book A Dance with Fred Astaire, Mekas recalls his many chance encounters, intimate exchanges and lasting friendships with some of the most iconic and beloved artists of the last century.

pola chapelle adolfas mekas anais anaïs nin Pola Chapelle photographed by Adolfas Mekas; a letter from Anaïs Nin

· Anaïs Nin Cookies ·

It was 1960. Ian Hugo had just completed his film on Venice. Anaïs Nin, his wife, was the star of the film. Few people knew about Ian Hugo, but Anaïs’ reputation had already reached New York. None of her voluminous Diaries had yet been published; that was to come later.

Anaïs had invited a dozen people that had orbited around the avant-garde arts to her house, 3 Washington Square, for a special preview of the film.

That was a very hungry period of mine and my brother Adolfas’ life. We had no jobs, no money, and no food. As the film was being screened and everybody was involved in it, it took no time for me and Adolfas to notice that, in the back of the room, there was, prepared for the guests, a little delicate table with plates of cookies. We had not eaten anything that day. Three or four minutes before the end of the film we snuck to the table and began gobbling up the cookies.

Now what I’ll tell you next comes from Pola Chapelle, presently Adolfas’ wife, who happened to be at the screening. Anaïs wrote an endorsing blurb for the cover of her first album. Pola was there but neither Adolfas nor myself knew her at that time—we met Pola some years later. So this is her report on the event:

“The film ended. Anaïs invited the guests to have some wine and cookies. Pola looked towards the cookie table and saw these two shabby guys gobbling up the cookies. There were practically no cookies left… Pola saw us finishing the cookies and sneaking away. She was amazed how fast those cookies were gone… Yes, some were still left, symbolically sort of…”

She told us that story years later. She was wondering who those guys were. And I have always felt sort of guilty about Anaïs’ cookies.

anais anaïs nin Letter from Anaïs Nin arthur miller marilyn monroe the misfits 1961 eve arnold Arthur Miller and Marilyn Monroe on the set of The Misfits (1961). Photo: Eve Arnold.

· A Visit to Arthur Miller ·

December 4, 1954

Visited Arthur Miller in Brooklyn Heights. The aim: to raise money to pay for the latest issue of Film Culture magazine. We still need $500 by next Tuesday. He was very happy about the magazine and said he will try to get money from some people he knows.

We spent a long afternoon talking. He was complaining that nobody wants to stage his plays anymore.

“My plays are taboo now,” he said. “They still think that my plays are plays à la thèse. I thought that argument was discussed and closed in the early Thirties. But I was mistaken. What can you do with people like that?”

He was depressed and angry.

“They can’t understand that an artist could be engaged in his times, problems. The best writer, the ideal writer of today, has to be completely detached from social themes. Complete un-engagement. In novels and in theater you see laborious reproductions of every detail as it is in life. Details, but nothing behind them. Emptiness in all the plays you can see on Broadway or elsewhere.”

He said he thinks that the only intellectuals are to be found not among the so-called intellectuals or artists, but among the industrialists, manufacturers who know that culture, arts must go together with production. In America, he said, culture is detached from politics. Politics means campaigning, elections, etc., but no cultural, ethical integration. America is where Europe was 75 years ago. The Victorian age here has just passed, and after a great confusion in every section there is a great wish for returning to the point of departure, back to Lincoln, Franklin, the Constitution. They can’t understand the relativity of history. They are taking it without adapting it to the changing times.

He expressed his great interest in existentialism, especially in Sartre’s plays, such as The Devil and God Almighty, wondering why nobody has produced it here yet.


allen ginsberg in vinius 1985 Allen Ginsberg in Vilnius, 1985. Photo: Algimantas Žižiunas.

To The Poetry Project:
Re. the enclosure:

In November of 1985 Allen Ginsberg visited Lithuania, which in those days was called the Lithuanian Soviet Republic. Allen called me after his return to New York. He said he was always being followed by the secret police. They even forbid him to see his translator. I do not remember the name of his translator, I have to do some research on it, but Allen told me that one night he managed to escape the eyes of the Secret Police and to secretly visit and even have a drink with the translator.

A young photographer by the name Algimantas Žižiūnas managed to take several pictures of Allen during that visit. On one of them, which I am sending to you––a clipping from a current Lithuanian newspaper on the occasion of a photo exhibition in Vilnius this July––Allen wrote a poem/text which––it’s very possible––has not yet been seen here. So here it is.



“Sentient beings numberless, I vow
to liberate all;

Obstacles are countless, I vow to cut them thru;
Dharma Gates infinite, I vow to enter all;

Buddha-Path endless, I vow to
follow through.”

—Bodhisattva’s Vows

Vilnius 11/22/85
Allen Ginsberg

allen ginsberg poem A poem by Allen Ginsberg


Larry edmunds bookshpp scott cambridge Larry Edmunds Bookshop, 2015; photograph by Scott Cambridge.

· Meeting Aldous Huxley ·

Los Angeles. The year: 1958. Summer.

I was visiting a friend. One evening we were joined by Richard Fleischer, the film director. It was a time when he was agonizingly obsessed with Freud. Somehow the evening turned to psychedelics and chemically induced perceptions. Fleischer mentioned a book by Huxley, The Doors of Perception. I had never heard of the book.

Next day, not having much to do, I decided to go to Edmunds Bookshop and see if they had the book.

And there it was, The Doors of Perception, right there on the shelf, in front of me. I picked it up and began skipping through some pages. I was sort of distracted by a tall man who was just right on the opposite side of the shelf. There he stood, tall, gray haired, this very, very impressive person, who seemed to also be holding a book. My friend nudged me and whispered, “That’s Aldous Huxley…”

Amazing as this coincidence was, I stared at him in disbelief. Of course, he didn’t look at me, he just looked at some book he was holding. That was it. But I was thinking: What was the probability of such a chance meeting? One in a billion? Probably.




From A Dance by Fred Astaire. Reprinted with the permission of the publisher, Anthology Editions. © 2017 by Jonas Mekas.


Jonas Mekas
Jonas Mekas
Born in Lithuania in 1922, Jonas Mekas has lived a uniquely influential life as a filmmaker, writer, critic and poet. He survived a World War II labor camp and postwar displacement before immigrating to New York in 1949 to embark upon an extraordinary career in the arts, playing an instrumental role in the careers of Jack Smith, Andy Warhol and numerous other iconic artists and hanging out with everyone from Maya Deren to John and Yoko, from Tiny Tim to Salvador Dalí.

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