The White Dove Review, 1959, Vol. 1, No. 1

The White Dove Review, 1959, Vol. 1, No. 1

The White Dove Review

Tulsa, avant-garde literary journal, 1959-1960

In the late 1950s, Ron Padgett, Joe Brainard, Dick Gallup, the members of what John Ashbery called the “Tulsa wing” of the New York School (Ted Berrigan was the fourth horseman of that group), started a magazine in Tulsa, Oklahoma while they were in high school called The White Dove Review. It is one of the greatest magazines of the period, paved the way for the mimeo explosion that followed in New York City and ushered in the Second Generation of the New York School. This document marks the beginning influence of what would eventually become the St. Mark's Poetry Project which helped give a voice to Jim Carroll and Patti Smith.

David Omer Bearden's work appeared in The White Dove Review Volume 2 Numbers 4-5 in 1960.

Contributors through numbers 1-5 included:

  • Jack Kerouac
  • Clarence Major
  • Ron Padgett
  • Paul Blackburn
  • Leroi Jones
  • Ted Berrigan
  • Fielding Dawson
  • John Kennedy
  • Allen Ginsberg
  • Peter Orlofsky
  • O.W. Crane
  • Carl Larsen
  • Johnny Larsen
  • Rozana Webb
  • Gilbert Sorrentino
  • Harold Briggs
  • Paul England
  • Martin Edward Cochran
  • Robert Creeley
  • Dan Teis

To learn more about The White Dove Review, please see contributing article by, This Land and watch YouTube, Public Secrets.


     The White Dove Review, 1960, Vol. 2, No. 4

    The White Dove Review, 1960, Vol. 2, No. 4

    Walking At Evening

    Walking at evening            I see my fathers
    In the park            Standing sad as roominghouses.
    It is before dark            Just after dinner
    And they have crisco in their bellies
    Their loins have gone to tallow
    And yellow grease is in their veins.
    They watch the sky            And speak to passing youths
    Friendly enough
    I see my fathers            And kindly speak.

    * * *

    Poem For Martin Edward Cochran

    Died August 5, 1959

    A prevernal flower
    Grew up in his brain;

    He whimpered an hour.
    And sighed and abstained.

    He took for a lockett
    The thigh of a bird;

    It hid in his pocket;
    He dressed all in surd.

    He found madness hiding
    In a back alley can;

    He took her out riding
    And gave her his hand.

    At the tumulus wedding
    A sciolist grieved;

    Gave cerecloth bedding
    And laughed in his sleeve.

    * * *


     The White Dove Review, 1960, Vol. 2, No. 4

    The White Dove Review, 1960, Vol. 2, No. 4

    The Most Ancient Law

    What is the most ancient law?
    I would obey. I have scanned
    The faded ink by day and night.
    I sat with death's dead, stared
    That he had seen the statutes,
    Read with dry humor the most ancient law.
    Speak, my man: I would obey one law.
    I have counseled with my counselors;
    Men who have grown sallow with rote
    Their eyes have burst. They do not know
    What law they break: The first,
    The Most Ancient law?

    I will remove my garment.
    In the morning, ahead of the Atlantic sun,
    I will run into the maw of primal streets;
    And stop before a gaunt signpost:
    Mr. Lincoln, can you speak the first,
    The most ancient law?

    * * *

    Another Has Come To The Silver Mirror

    Another has come to the silver mirror.
    In a half light, humbly returning a stare
    He stands; and in the ragged mouths
    Upon his body can be seen swallowed ointments-
    A bottle of shampoo,
    And a little bottle of white tablets.
    He in the peeling mirror eats my drugs.

    Do they cleanse your body?
    Do they ease you there under your hair?
    Do they soothe your eyes?

    This self, the brother of the self
    With more unsmiling mouth;
    A duplicity with the same
    Uncured sadness in the eyes-
    The sad defiance in the sunken eyes.

    Self there in the frame,
    Full of medicines-
    Will you pray with me?
    We will make a God to hear us.
    We can make a God with mirrors.
    And then, in harmony
    We will humbly beg to be saved-
    We will pray fervently to each other.

    * * *