Saturday, September 11, 2010
Nathaniel Bartlett's soundscapes at Eyedrum, Atlanta
Friday, September 10, 2010
Ginsberg's "Howl" goes from page to screen
These days it is difficult to imagine the shock waves created in 1956 at the first publication of Allen Ginsberg's "Howl." Censorship issues, an obscenity trial, and an outright ban were hallmarks of the poem's public reception. Even more astounding is how different the world of poetry and personal expression would be today without the poem's scandalous history: eventually, the City Lights Pocket Poets series issue of Howl and Other Poems created a universe of free expression that now seems wholly natural but which required a long struggle testing America's concepts of freedom and its meaning for the individual rights of the artist.
The Allen Ginsberg Project posts that "Howl" is now receiving a graphic treatment by Eric Drooker, whose work will also figure in the fall's upcoming film version of Howl featuring James Franco and centering around the poem's obscenity trial.
From the Ginsberg Project website: "We're happy to see all the good press covering Eric Drooker's graphic novel for Howl. The New Yorker's The Book Bench gives it a positive sweet mention, there's a feature in Nowness, an interview in 7x7, and Comics Alliance have a full spread of images. Eric Drooker's posted his introduction from the book on his own site as well as some useful press info there. The book is a tie-in with the upcoming Howl film, one quarter of which is motion-animation of Drooker's work set to the poem. It only made sense to have a companion book that included stills."
One of the founding members of The Paris Review died on Wednesday at the age of 84.
Thomas Guinzburg helped create the magazine in Paris in 1953. The Paris Review became a journal of American writers unable to find acceptance at home; as Times writer Bruce Weber notes in today's obituary, William Styron, Jack Kerouac, Phillip Roth, V.S. Naipaul (and later, T. Coraghessan Boyle) were among many to be published and interviewed in its pages.
From Mr. Weber's article: "Mr. Guinzburg had a robust sense of humor and may be best known for engineering one of publishing’s most legendary stunts. On the occasion of Mr. Pynchon’s receiving the National Book Award, Mr. Guinzburg arranged for the comic actor Professor Irwin Corey to accept the award for the famously reclusive author. Mr. Corey’s speech, a lunatic and somewhat inspired ramble — he referred to Mr. Pynchon as Richard Python — was received with astonished guffaws, as he dealt mostly with American politics, though at one point he thanked Mr. Guinzburg, saying that he had “made it possible for you people to be here this evening to enjoy the Friction Citation.”
Thursday, September 9, 2010
"The Warmth of Other Suns," and reviving a literary reputation at the Wren's Nest
Wilkerson's approach to the story of the move back South of so many black families is inspired less by Studs Terkel than Steinbeck; The Grapes of Wrath figures as a writing model, focusing on the stories of three main characters around which larger ideas are woven. In a nod to the book's cinematic scope Wilkinson also name-checks the director Robert Altman as a reference point of interwoven characters and their stories.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
David Maisel: the art of the forgotten
From poet C.A. Conrad comes this link to David Maisel's Library of Dust. Here's an article at boingboing about this extraordinary exhibit, which was mounted at San Francisco's Haines Gallery in 2008. A book featuring Maisel's photographs of copper cremation cannisters found at the abandoned Oregon State Hospital (filming site of Milos Foreman's One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest) is published by Chronicle Books; the Oregon State Hospital is currently slated for demolition. Conrad remarks, with the sweet irony that only all we the living can afford, "these people were so neglected, so hated for their conditions while living, but now people (can) flock from all over to see the urns of their remains."
From David Maisel's website: "Library of Dust depicts individual copper canisters, each containing the cremated remains of patients from a state-run psychiatric hospital. The patients died at the hospital between 1883 (the year the facility opened, when it was called the Oregon State Insane Asylum) and the 1970’s; their bodies have remained unclaimed by their families. The approximately 3,500 copper canisters have a handmade quality; they are at turns burnished or dull; corrosion blooms wildly from the leaden seams and across the surfaces of many of the cans.
Numbers are stamped into each lid; the lowest number is 01, and the highest is 5,118. The vestiges of paper labels with the names of the dead, the etching of the copper, and the intensely hued colors of the blooming minerals combine to individuate the canisters. These deformations sometimes evoke the celestial - the northern lights, the moons of some alien planet, or constellations in the night sky. Sublimely beautiful, yet disquieting, the enigmatic photographs in Library of Dust are meditations on issues of matter and spirit.
The room housing these canisters is an attempt for order, categorization, and rationality to be imposed upon randomness, chaos, and the irrational. The canisters, however, insistently and continually change their form over time; they are chemical and alchemical sites of transformation, both organic and mineralogical, living and dead. The Library of Dust describes this labyrinth, and in doing so, gives form to the forgotten."
Maisel, quoted here from the article at boingboing: “There are certainly physical and chemical explanations for the ways these canisters have transformed over time ... but perhaps the canisters also encourage us to consider what happens to our own bodies when we die, and what may happen to the souls that occupied our bodies. Matter, these canisters show, lives on when the body vanishes, even when it has been incinerated to ash by an institutional practice."
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
n+1 magazine shares a little film love
Monday, September 6, 2010
Oxford American tells the future: Optimism interrupted, and Max's Kansas City celebrates the past
The scrappy Oxford American magazine looks ahead with The Future Issue -- short stories, artwork, and columns devoted to life imagined in the year 2050. What's in the OA crystal ball? Connie May Fowler imagines a last-wish drive to an unpolluted seashore beyond even the reach of electronic memory-manipulation; Andrew Furman provides a rumination on the survival of the live oak; and the ever-curmudgeonly Jack Pendarvis reminds us, in the prospect of increasing lifespan, Larry King will be a spry 117 years young.
Yes, the future looks bleak -- a future of diminishing returns and short supplies, without the flying jet-cars we were all promised in the endlessly rolling-sheet metal future forge of the 1950s. Even worse, writes Michael Parker, the southern twang is about to disappear forever into the growing "I" of the gadget storm: "wither art thou in the age of the wide-webbed world, the iPhone and the iPad and for all I know the iIron, the satellite dishes toward the signal in backwaters where once only flower sought the heavens above? I miss you, you slurry-tongued tarpit; I miss your elongated vowels and garbled consonants."
Amid the gloom of the soothsayers and prognostics, the light at the end of the tunnel is provided by Buckminster Fuller's Dymaxion car -- still looking cool after all these years, even if its three-wheeled profile doomed it to extinction.
Read more here about the financial ups and downs of the Oxford American.
Max's Kansas City looks toward the past, fondly
Max's Kansas City, Mickey Ruskin's original hangout of New York's famous, infamous and not-so famous from 1965-1974, is about to receive a gallery reincarnation. For art and music fans of a certain age and inclination, Max's was a destination and a goal, sometimes both at once: a young Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe eventually sat in the back room with Andy Warhol. “Robert was at ease,” Ms. Smith wrote, “because, at last, he was where he wanted to be. I can’t say I felt comfortable at all. The girls were pretty but brutal,” the New York Times Artsbeat blog printed on Sunday.
The installation at Loretta Howard Gallery is called "Artists at Max's Kansas City: Hetero-holics and some women too," and for good reason. As the New York Arts Beat site has it:
Hard drinking “heavy hitters”, in contrast to the clientele in the back room, gave off an aura of testosterone in the front room. The virtual hegemony of men there prompted the appellation “hetero-holics”. Women artists nevertheless were seen at Max’s, including Dorothea Rockburne, Lynda Benglis, and Alice Aycock. In this exhibition we attempt to recreate with curatorial accuracy the art that hung in Max’s and that artists traded with Mickey for bar tabs. Increasingly this art is seen to rank with the most extraordinary periods of history in centuries.
The Max's website also carries information on the new book of Max's photos and remembrances to be published September 15: Art, Glamour, Rock and Roll (Abrams Image), in case your coffee-table is in need of some of that '70s downtown "exuberance and decadence."
Sunday, September 5, 2010
A change at BellemeadeBooks, and a poem for Labor Day
BellemeadeBooks is now a daily arts and media blog. Readers who are on the current email list will receive only the Sunday entries, which will continue to be sent weekly. Daily links to new posts here are being added to my own Facebook profile page.
A poem for Labor Day
Whiskey season
(M Bromberg)
Comes now September with its shorter days
and windows shuttered against the rain and damp;
where summer bees once droned the cold collects,
see to the wood in the garage, check oil for the lamps.
Against a whiskey season and the dark night conserve,
spare the sun, and bank pine for the fire.
Surrender the garden to the October chill,
and prepare all that the winter will require.
If you're lucky to have old friends, invite them in
to recite the old stories familiar in their telling.
When the bottle runs dry, and the night is dark,
find extra blankets and pillows for their bedding.
Gather your wits and smarts, learn a handy way with knots,
teach your dogs to fetch kindling from the yard.
You'll need supplies from the grocer, so pay up accounts,
patch any holes you find, and thank your lucky stars
the year is slowly turning to a close
and instructions such as this are all you need.
When you've done all you can on your own two feet,
rest, be thankful, and ask for many years like these.
(2010)
(photo of Moonbird courtesy of Ricky Friend)