Herschel Silverman, the Bebop Beatnik Candy Store Poet of Bayonne, New Jersey

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It was very easy for me to meet Herschel Silverman, then a Beat/jazz poet of some renown, around twenty-five years ago when I began frequenting the downtown New York City poetry scene that swirled between St. Marks Church, ABC No Rio and the Nuyorican.

These were the years when Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso were still alive. Ginsberg showed up constantly at public events; Corso didn't. I can remember a hundred familiar faces from that era, but the memory of Herschel Silverman's gentle countenance brings a special smile. He was a beaming soul, a dignified and natty presence, soft-spoken and so humble that he really didn't seem to care whether he was on stage basking in applause or in the back of a room clapping politely for some greasy kid who wanted to win a poetry slam and become a superstar. Herschel Silverman was himself never a superstar, but he was a part of the fabric of the spoken word scene, and he had a magic way with words.

O chop liver 2nd Ave Deli free hors drovers for appetizer in skyrocket rental cite where Veselka newsstand had bad new Tienamen Square while sidewalk crowds walk cittee in peace St. Marks Place where Zen sushi sold and pita and pizza and Afghan sulfide where underground tapes & cd's comic books & outrageous cittee t-shirts shades & jewelry & Gem Spa cigar / candystore video game bing bing bing cite where chocolate egg cream dreams are fulfilled across from money machine bank near Ukranian Home Restaurant serving the best chopped beet salad & the old hotel called by a poet The Cittee Treadle where outside a group of heavymetal people with Mohawk-heads hang out with their ears nose lips tongues and what else hanging pierced with gold earrings and up the block around the corner on 3rd Ave the St Marks bookstore with Allen Ginsberg's books in window and the old Grassroots Tavern down the block that Allen pointed out years ago and on 2nd Ave the famous B & H Dairy restaurant with special soup of the day served with biggest hunk of buttered challah-toast and in middle of block St. Marks Pl the old Ukranian Hall became the Electric Circus now a rehab center hangout for drop-outs doing arts and crafts and something missing on 2nd Ave whatever happened to Fillmore East O this ever-changing cittee where stores come and go like yellow cabs O street festival cittee speed cittee whistling bicycle cittee Village Voice cittee and defunct East Village Other cittee Tompkins Square Park band-shell memories and the Homeless Tent cittee at times all seem become a video meat cittee and early 60's pome-vibe-Metro-Cfe now only an echo in trendee Telefone Bar O Bubble-Blessed Shabbos Chicken chunkee cholent here Tahttala cittee feeling ill go slurp 2nd Ave Deli Lebewhole's chickee soup better than penicillin and with lite as heavenly clouds kneidlach floating in cittee cittee go down easy East Village be Boho be Straight be Bi be Gay in everything goes cittee go condo go co-op go cable be magical in mystical cittee go see ancient graveyard with traffic whooshing spasmodic honking cittee go First and Second and Third Aves and Alfabet cittee A B C D you bet cittee and get your numbers zipped cittee 10003 10009 and telefone number 674 675 477 254 533 475 529 282 all East Village numbers in New York CITTEE CITTEE CITTEE
— Herschel Silverman, "Cittee Cittee Cittee"
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But Hersch was all about the music, the bebop, the syncopated beat, and to really enjoy his work you had to hear him live with musicians on a good night, like in 1999 when I was extremely honored to have him perform a tribute to Literary Kicks with David Amram and Jessica Richardson at the Bitter End in Greenwich Village.

I gradually learned Herschel's life story, that he had been an army cook in World War II and again during the Korean War, that he was a widower with grown children and grandchildren, that he had run a candy store called "Hersch's Beehive" in Bayonne, New Jersey for decades.

The fact that Hersch lived and worked and wrote poetry in Bayonne seemed to me to reveal a lot about who he was. Bayonne was a lost territory to the bigger world, a lonely industrial-age city packed with warehouses and factories on a flat expanse of land splayed out along the Hudson River, triangulating between Staten Island and Manhattan, sometimes evoking the presence of a decrepit parking lot and storage space for the metropolis across the Hudson River. Of course Herschel Silverman would run a candy store in the middle of this unglamorous spit of land. He had the demeanor of a dulcet boddhisattva, so why should he not literally provide candy for a town that might otherwise forget that life is sweet? I later learned that a children's book had been written about Herschel Silverman by Jonathan London and Kevin O'Malley.

Herschel left behind a lot of good memories when he passed away this weekend. Tablet Magazine's extensive tribute is nearly worthy of its subject.

Many Beat poets enjoyed being loud and obnoxious in public. Herschel Silverman was never loud unless the music demanded it. I can't imagine that he was ever anything but a gentleman to every person he ever met.

As I was preparing this blog post for Hersch, I heard that the poet C. K. Williams had also died. If Herschel were looking over my shoulder right now as I write this blog post, he'd probably say "Don't worry about me, Levi. Write about C. K. Williams." He was modest like that.

But I've been on my own poetry journey for many years now, and I've learned that the poets who deserve my admiration most are the ones whose real-world personalities sparkle with warmth and love — like Philomene Long, who kept it real in Los Angeles, California for nearly as many decades as Herschel Silverman kept it real in New Jersey and New York. These are the souls I want to remember most on Literary Kicks. The world was Hersch's beehive.

11 Responses to "Herschel Silverman, the Bebop Beatnik Candy Store Poet of Bayonne, New Jersey"

by WIREMAN on

Bravo!.....a worthy tribute to an amazing man.....

by Mileage on

Always adding to my database of Beat(ish) lore...Thanks !

by LC on

Great stuff Levi

by TKG on

Thanks Levi, quite a beautiful tribute.

I am intrigued by a passage at the Tablet tribute:

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Ginsberg summoned the image of Silverman in this way: “candystore emperor Hersch Silverman, dreaming of telling the Truth, but his Karma is selling jellybeans & being kind.”
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It doesn't get more truth-telling than selling jellybeans and being kind.

There was no need for the "but".

There's more likely more truth-telling in selling jellybeans and being kind than in a random poem pulled from an old accordion file.

That's just what I'm thinking.

by Jack Silverman on

Thanks for this wonderful tribute to my dad!!!

by Levi Asher on

Thank you Jack! I doubt you remember but you and I met years ago at the Bowery Poetry Club. Blessings to you and your family ...

by Jack Silverman on

Levi - I have a vague memory of it. he introduced me to so many wonderful writers and artists.

by Jim Bocchicchio on

I enjoyed your blog on Hersch. I spent a good portion of my childhood in his store listening to stories, Jazz, playing pinball and drinking chocolate sodas. I do however take issue with your depiction of Bayonne a town in which I spent over 30 years. It was far cry from unglamorous spit. I can guarantee you if Hersch was alive today he would not be happy with those comments about a town he loved

by Gil DePierro on

You said nice things about Hersh but I grew up in Bayonne and it was a great place to live.. I was in the candy store and saw Hersh everyday of my life for many years so you comments about Bayonne are rude and unjust. Maybe you didn't have such a great childhood like all the kids that grew up in Bayonne in the 60's and 70s so sad for you..

by Levi Asher on

Hi Jim and Gil -- you are both right, and I would like to clarify my comments about Bayonne. I say these words with love. I'm a guy from Queens -- born in Flushing, lived many years in Rego Park -- and I've also spent a lot of time around Teterboro and Hackensack in New Jersey. I have visited Bayonne many times, and it certainly is a great place. I was not putting down the community and certainly not the people and families who lived there. I was trying to describe the contrast between post-industrial Bayonne and glittering New York City which is right across the river, and trying to express that Herschel's vision of urban culture encompassed both worlds. As a guy from Queens, it's a vision that I relate to myself. Sorry if my words came off as insulting to a great New Jersey town.

by sharonlynngriffiths on

Thank you Lev. I'm so glad you knew Hirsch. I knew him a bit, from hanging around the Jersey City/Hoboken/Paterson poetry circuit, as well as the downtowm NYC scene from the 90s onward. I got to tell him once that, if we could pick our relatives, he would be my uncle. He inspired me, and I will miss him.

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