Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Monday, May 25, 2015
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Friday, May 22, 2015
Thursday, May 21, 2015
So me, Fisti and the gang move on to 2003. What a snoring year. Return of the King sweep.... snooze. Kill Bill, Vol. 1 got no nominations but it should have.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
The Western as a genre is a bit of an anomaly these days, so it’s interesting to see one released in 2015. Slow West, the debut film from director John Maclean, checks off most of the cowboy requisites while bringing a subtly indie approach.
The movie centers on Jay (Kodi Smit-McPhee), a naïve Scottish kid stumbling across the American west in search of the girl he loves (Caren Pistorius). Lucky for him, he chances to meet Silas (Michael Fassbender), the archetypal drifter who agrees to escort Jay to his destination in relative safety. Though there are plenty of tense gun battles and twists and turns, the movie unspools at a leisurely pace befitting its title and retains a slice of life quality that humanizes the conventions of the Western. The acting is a big part of that; Smit-McPhee is the kind of actor who can convey character vividly through very few words; his big, soulful eyes do most of the acting. Fassbender is typically good; this is the kind of part he can do in his sleep. Pistorius, meanwhile, brings depth to a part that proves more complicated than the mythical “damsel in distress.” She doesn’t necessarily need saving, and even if she did, the gentle but somewhat clueless Jay probably wouldn’t be up to the task.
The relatively simple storyline combined with the tremendous look of the film leads me to believe Maclean is interested largely in visuals. Compelling images are what stuck in my mind after watching: a bright green caterpillar snaking across a Native’s face; the comic sight of Jay and Silas in white pajamas on horseback, their clothes stretched out on a rope between them following a rainstorm. The framing and camera angles are excellent without being showy. But the American countryside, played here by lush New Zealand, is stunning to behold, and contrasts sharply with the brutality and violence that unfold. In this way, Slow West conveys a message more subtly than its too neat ending. The old west was mesmerizing, Maclean shows us, but also brutal and unforgiving. His movie taps into the Western genre’s potency without foregoing realism.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Happy playlist day!
A fresh Luxxury remix of Donna Summer's "Bad Girls" kicks things off.
Monday, May 18, 2015
I majored in Art History by accident. It’s a classic liberal arts story, how I thought I would be studio arts track and the required Art History I & II courses took me down a different path, thanks to a charismatic Art History professor. Poetry was the other derailer, or the revealer, as I traded brush for pen. Though that’s a narrative I’ve constructed. To be honest, painting, poetry and music were all equally part of my childhood. But I made a choice to pursue one over the others, and here I am.
The world of the visual arts and object creation will always intrigue me and seems to be one of my major inspiration- and thought-triggers when composing new work. With The Erotic Postulate now out in the world and part of a public conversation, I thought I’d do a brief tour through four of the paintings that inspired the poems, and how through inhabiting an artist’s way of seeing, their images can be part of the “argument” or thinking you’re doing with the images in your own poems.
I first encountered this work at the Philly Museum of Art's massive Thomas Eakins show in the early 2000s. My then-boyfriend Brian bought me the exhibit book for X-mas and tickets to see the show, and I had one of those “Stendhal Syndrome” moments in front of this canvas:
Thomas Eakins, Wrestlers Unfinished (1899 oil on canvas)
A finished version of this work exists, but the idea of an unfinished painting coupled with the moment frozen in time of the wrestling match unfinished got me thinking and writing and wanting to capture the feeling the painting aroused in me. Wrestling is homoerotic, the sexual act frustrated and unfinished in a suggestive pinning of one back to the mat. The poem tries to capture that, plus the unfinished quality of the painting, eschewing punctuation and stopping before the reader's desired ending comes.
“Two Men in a Shower”
As the poem relates, I first discovered Hockney’s work via a television documentary, again in the early 2000s. His use of Whitman quotes in his early work, We Two Boys Clinging Together caught my attention, and then his handling of color and light once he moved to southern California.
David Hockney, Two Men in a Shower, (1963 oil on canvas)
As I started reading up on him, some quotes stuck in my head and got echoed in this poem: “The central problem of depiction is that it is not an attempt to recreate something; it's an account of seeing it...Cezanne told us that; he wasn't concerned with apples, he was concerned with the perception of apples.” His ever-evolving experiments to better capture how we “see” such as the use of polaroid photo montages, was a jumping off point to meditate on a scene. One from real life, my boyfriend and me in the shower, echoed by his painting of two men in a shower, that taboo of two nude male in a gay domestic situation. At the time I felt I was breaking all sorts of silences, “coming out” on the page by taking gay art and gay domestic scenes from my relationship as subject matter. The crux of the poem, of any poem, is me wrestling with the fact I'm not just trying to recreate a scene for you to experience, but both capture it, a way of seeing it, a perception of a moment, and create a moment for you on the page. Hockney reminded me that “the observer, in effect affects, what he is observing...It is no longer possible to have ideas about reality without taking our own consciousness into account.” Hence the gesture to address you, viewer-voyeur, in the poem.
“Two Men on a Bed”
I wrote “Two Men on a Bed” a year after “Two Men in A Shower.” It is a companion poem, and the title intended to mirror the other. Where Hockney's pastels and domestic scenes caught the attention of one side of my desire, queer domestic life, Bacon's dark animal energy grabbed a different, rawer, more dangerous side.
Francis Bacon, Two Figures (1953 oil)
During grad school I took a seminar on the Histories of Homosexuality and things I was learning from that class, such as the year the word “homosexual” was first coined and used (in an 1869 German pamphlet) made its way into the poem. The construct of our sexual identities as identities is a very modern notion, and that move in the poem to move from the language of History to personal history (it was a histories class after all) was a bit of a jab at the instructors who were always outlawing personal narrative as a valid approach to queer theory. As the poem relates, Bacon was clearly influenced by this Eadweard Muybridge photo:
Eadweard Muybridge, Two Men Wrestling (1887 photo)
Eakins was also influenced by Muybridge's experiments of the body in motion, taking three or four separate images and superimposing, editing, placing them in relation to each other to create a new thing. Pastiche of say four bodies, yet totally different as each image redefines itself in proximity and relationship to the others. What once held no meaning in singularity reveals bold new resonance in conjunction, for instance here, in Bacon's hands, turning a photo of two wrestlers into lovers by introducing a bed. And then the trademark dark qualities of a Bacon painting, ghostly bodies, the slightly sinister teeth bared like an animal, the streaks of paint coming down like bars. I'm not interested in just describing this scene, but questioning the need to call out such details, to anchor it in my own experience, for good or for bad. This is my impulse: to blend ekphrasis (writing about art) with personal history with politics. To question a composition depicting gay sex and all its expectations, namely “who's on top?”
During that Histories of Homosexuality seminar, one of my projects was to research gay artists for a hypothetical syllabus/class focused on queer aesthetics. That’s when I discovered the image below.
Duncan Grant, early 1920s pen and ink wash series
It's from a pen and ink wash series by Duncan Grant, and I knew immediately it was going to be the basis for a companion poem to “Wrestlers Unfinished.” I found the composition and handling of ink suggestive of an orgasmic climax, hence the tweaked title “Wrestlers Finished.” It should tell you something too about how and why the poems are sequenced the way they are in that first section.
There are many other visual reference points throughout The Erotic Postulate: that lightning bolt painting in “Two Ones Remain Two Ones,” for instance, the title of which I cannot find (I need a trip to the PMA to see if I can locate it fifteen years later!); various photos of Minor White's in “A Minor Dilemma.” And lots of Brooklyn Bridge art in the Euclidean City section: watercolors by John Marin and Max Weber; Joseph Stella's epic The Voice of the City of New York Interpreted; photos by Walker Evans; even a Georgia O'Keeffe oil. And Joan Miro's oil “Dog Barking at Moon” and its companion poem. But I'll leave those for you to discover.
Some final thoughts. The language used to describe a painting’s composition in an Art History paper often reduces elements to geometry, how the geometric forms and lines draw the eye across the canvas from shape to shape. It’s part of the reason geometry became so central to The Erotic Postulate, as I studied the sensual equations and proofs of desire and its representation, the poetics of mathematics, the different aesthetics of a queer gaze.
I love Modern Art and am drawn to the abstract, but a central question that rose for me was: can you have a queer abstract art? Is abstract art by its very rejection of representation, a queer way of seeing? And do you need queer bodies to make queer art, queer? I still wrestle with these questions. That's the beauty of poetry and time—to explore and continue to test out hypotheses at various points of my life through language, image, and rhythm—the words, the things I see, the cadence of them changing as my experience of the world changes. And all without ever having to find “the” answer.
Friday, May 15, 2015
Aussie's Tear Council shined early this year with the "Anywhere" single and video.
Now here is a super mix tape (it begins with Carly Simon's "Why" and also mixes in R. Kelly's "Step in the Name of Love"... 'nuff said). Blissful new song "My Car" shows up around 27:45.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Check out the Kickstarter campaign (right now... about 40 hours left) for Tuesday; An Art Project. A super lovely biannual, letterpress-printed journal of Poetry, Photography, and Prints.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015
Onward to the 2002 Oscars discussion on Fisti's blog!
The group seemed to mostly love Bowling for Columbine. It is strange watching that film so many years later. Times have changed and yet they haven't.
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Floral designer Riley Messina and photographer Parker Fitzgerald have teamed up to create these stunning images.
They have set up a Kickstarter campaign to help fund a special edition book of their work.
They have set up a Kickstarter campaign to help fund a special edition book of their work.
Friday, May 8, 2015
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Andrew of A Fistful of Films is running a fun, casual little round-table discussion of Oscars' Best Pictures (Motion Picture of the Year, Animated Film, Foreign Language Film, and Documentary) from 2001 onwards with myself and a panel of lively bloggers.
It's been interesting revisiting these and discovering some gems (documentary Murder on a Sunday Morning, for example) for the first time.
Check out 2001 here.