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Monday, May 18, 2015

four paintings behind four poems from 'the erotic postulate' by matthew hittinger



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.




“Wrestlers Unfinished”


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?”



“Wrestlers Finished”

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.




-Matthew Hittinger



Friday, December 5, 2014

queer south reading


I'm reading my poems from the excellent anthology The Queer South (Edited by Douglas Ray, Sibling Rivalry Press) Saturday night at the Bureau of General Services - Queer Division alongside Ray, Matthew Hittinger, Stephen S. Mills, Joseph Osmundson, Perry Brass, and Rangi McNeil.

Deets here.

The Queer South Reading
Bureau of General Services-Queer Division
208 West 13th St Room 210, New York, New York 10011
Saturday, 12/6 at 8:30pm



Monday, March 25, 2013

skin shift






Nicely written review by Jerome Murphy of Matthew Hittinger's book of poems Skin Shift up on Lambda Literary Review.

Check out Hittinger's post on visual inspirations for the book here.

Monday, June 11, 2012

storyboard: a visual journey through 'skin shift' by matthew hittinger


Here, Matthew Hittinger discusses his relationship to visual art and the poems within his excellent new book Skin Shift.



When I write I often make a "storyboard" of visual clippings up on my bulletin board, a collage of all the visual references that inspire me.  There were many for Skin Shift and I have selected seven to discuss in more detail below, but there are so many others, such as images of ravens (one is a postcard I picked up in Ireland in the late 90s, of a 1984 painting by Basil Blackshaw called Riot Act) and wolves and tattoos, of Wonder Woman and Houdini.  At the moment the bulletin board is a shrine to Marilyn Monroe as I come off my Marilyn project.  I find it useful to live with the imagery my imagination is working its way through, to have it up and always present in my waking life.  And often those images find their way into the Dreaming as well.



"Bufeo Colorado"

I have a postcard of the photograph Nestor and Dolphin, Florida Keys, 1990 by Niels Coogan that has alternately been part of a collage on a bulletin board above my desk and has lived in the front fly-leaf of my notebooks for years now.  When I learned of the pink river dolphins of the Amazon and the legend that they turn to men on the full moon, I knew I wanted to queer the story and make it a magical sexual encounter between a male animal scientist hunting the dolphins and the transformed river dolphin man. That tender moment between the dolphin and hot man depicted in the photo was always in the back of my mind as I worked on this poem.


"Tahitian Women (On the Beach) 1891"

Paul Gauguin's a complicated character for me.  I studied quite a bit of Post-colonial lit in college and wrote a paper on Gauguin for a Modern Art class.  Reading his journals, Noa Noa, from his time in the South Seas you come up against all the problematic language of the European artist's obsession with what they call the "primitive" (we see this with Picasso and those African art masks).  I was drawn to this painting for its color and drama and all the questions it raised the more I looked at it: who are these girls? what is their relationship to each other? to the male viewer who is painting and gazing at them? what is the significance of the objects Gauguin's decided to include? It's probably the most ekphrastic poem in the book and I included it to "flesh out" the exploration of skin some of these poems undertake.



"Somersault Precedes Transformation"

One of the inspirations for this poem was this painting by Edouard Manet, Gypsy with a Cigarette (oil on canvas, 1862).  I've had a life-long obsession with the Romany, and they often pop-up in my imagination and work. There's a reference elsewhere in the book--in the poem "Substitutions"--about my mother and the family legend about her being swapped with a Romany baby when my grandfather allowed a traveling band to stay on his land.  As you know, I love the dramatic monologue form, and the woman in this painting is the speaker of this poem.


"Rowers"

This little tanka was inspired by Thomas Eakins' painting The Pair-Oared Shell (oil on canvas, 1872).  I'm a huge fan of Eakins' work, especially his depictions of the male body in physical action.  I wrote this poem in the early 2000s. My boyfriend at the time lived in Philly for a year; I also grew up about an hour north of Philly, so its landscape and the Susquehanna rowers are a familiar sight to me.  It's a bit of a love poem.


"Narcissus Resists"

There are a number of references in this sequence to famous depictions of Narcissus, both literary and visual.  Here are three of the visual sources:



Salvador Dali's painting Metamorphosis of Narcissus (oil on canvas, 1937).  The five sections with the same title break-up the "Narcissus Resists" sequence with ekphrastic meditations on the painting, almost acting as chapters as I take a reader on a journey through Dali's imagery to get at the elusive Narcissus character.  I felt the tone of these meditations helped break up the more narrative tone of the corona, and provided a counterpoint and kaleidoscope to this investigation and reclamation of a proto-queer myth.



A still from James Bidgood's 1971 film Pink Narcissus, which is referenced in the "Celluloid" sonnet.  In cataloging all the images of Narcissus I was drawn to the modern interpretations of him as I sought to examine our obsession with surface beauty and exorcise some of my own demons on the subject.  I was retelling the tale as a technology myth and wanted our modern inventions to feature prominently throughout, from film to TV to the internet, all the trappings of visual culture.




The fabulous collage by Jess, Narkissos (graphite on paper and collage paste-up) which he started in 1976 and finished in 1991.  I first saw it at SFMOMA back in March 2005 when I was visiting friends in San Francisco and couldn’t tear myself away, transfixed on all the glorious detail and resonance with my own interpretation of the Narcissus story.  I knew I had to reference the image in some way and found it worked well in the end lines of the “Concomitant” section where I conflate the image of Narcissus and Apollo depicted here, turning Narkissos into the sun god for a brief moment.


-Matthew Hittinger

Saturday, April 9, 2011

a poem by matthew hittinger

Crush

was the name of her hit single. Critics
panned her performance, complained
her voice had echo, too much reverb,
too much feedback. She went straight
to number one. When she showed
at Virgin to sign copies, a rush of teens
trampled white flower petals scattered
at her bequest on a pink carpet. Squeals
echoed down mall corridors, around
street corners, the same scene at each
stop until a bootlegged demo surfaced
on the web, showed her shadow voice
lip-synched a digitally-altered, vocodered
track of Narcissus singing come to me.


"Crush" originally appeared in Narcissus Resists (Goss183/MiPOesias, 2009).


Matthew Hittinger is the author of the chapbooks Narcissus Resists, Platos de Sal, and Pear Slip, which won the Spire 2006 Chapbook Award . You can read more of his work and follow his blog at www.matthewhittinger.com.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Thursday, October 21, 2010

o my darlin


It's was really exciting to edit the latest edition of Clementine (an online journal of poetry and photography) with Becca. I love and admire all of the poets represented.

The issue features five previously unpublished poems by Tim Dlugos, whose collected poems, A Fast Life (edited by David Trinidad) is due from Nightboat Books in 2011. There are also three previously unpublished poems by Karl Tierney. A poet whose work I discovered in the excellent anthology Persistent Voices: An Anthology of Poets Lost to AIDS.

As always, we tried to represent many different voices. There are two great poems inspired by Curtis Mayfield by Rio Cortez. A Showgirls sestina by Jeffery Conway. Persona poems concerning Amy Winehouse by Kerri French. The subjects of the poems range from Vladmir Putin to video games.


I am crazy about the Barbie photos of Russ Pedro and Brian Brown's evocative shots of rural Georgia.

Clementine is interested primarily in the idea of the persona, but we are rather loose with what we consider a "persona poem." Some in the issue are more literal about this than others. Becca and I are proud of what we put together and so happy to share the work of these artists.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

poems by matthew hittinger


























Codex Gigas


My many doppelgangers :
I raise my sword By the Power of
Grayskull!
pinch my earlobe Synergy!
Hail my team I am Phoenix!
These clues keys secret identities

The me always receding
Hear me: who gave you permission to
Rearrange me
like Lavoisier’s
Experiment that Muriatic
Acid wash that rearranged
The atoms red rose turned white.
End this. Begin this. Say my
Name. Does its presence make me shape me?

What to do with those who want to say
I have a different name?
Tangled alphabet, illuminate.


--


PopeMobile :



as in the vehicle in which the Pope
rides as in the day the Pope came to town

he rode down Fifth in his PopeMobile four
helicopters formed not a cross a check

mark in the sky as if to say here here
sits the Pope in his mobile while one blue

and white NYPD the fifth if you
are keeping count runs the course of Fifth up

and back cantilevering over Sheep's
Meadow where T-shirts bearing this new Pope's

face glitter in red and gold and papal
flags flutter yellow in the April sun


--

One Day HoMo



appeared the beige plaster
flaked off the wall where the gray

marker amended the black spray
paint Mo there for months

a pre-teen’s tag the Ho added
overnight greeting or threat

or the games of the adolescent
my bedroom window view





-Matthew Hittinger