Archive for April, 2005

Kerouac’s Paintings

Departed Angels: The Lost Paintings

A book called “Departed Angels” about Jack Kerouac’s “Lost Paintings” came out a little before Christmas last year and it is a magnificent work! It’s got 130 beautiful color pages of Jack’s drawings, paintings, sketches and notes. And then NYU Professor Ed Adler added another 150 pages of commentary and explanation. Jack even wrote a “List of Essentials” for painting just like he did with his list of “Essentials of Spontaneous Prose“. A magnificent book that adds tremendous insight in to Jack’s art.

For ONE DAY only this Saturday April 30th from 11 AM to 4 PM many of Jack’s paintings and drawings will be on display in Lowell at the Whistler House Museum of Art, 243 Worthern Street, Lowell, MA 01852. Their phone number is 978-452-7641. There is a $5.00 admission to the museum.

Saturday 4/30/05 – Lowell MA
11:00 AM to 4:00 PM – Painting exhibit
2:00 PM – Slide Lecture by Ed Adler, Art Professor NYU
6:00 PM – 8:00 PM – Booksigning and Reception with Ed Adler

If you can’t get to Lowell to get an autographed copy directly from Ed you can order “Departed Angels” at http://www.kerouac.com.

source: Kerouac.com

Freedom of Propaganda

Wonkette, a political weblog, reports, Pentagon Releases Coffin Photos:

war coffins

In response to a lawsuit, the Pentagon has released more than 700 photos depicting the flag-draped coffins of soldiers killed in action. Sort of. Many of the photos have been redacted, as seen at right. “I can only imagine they put those black boxes there to make the photos unusable,” said Thomas Blanton, director of the National Security Archive.

For more details, read the recent article in The Washington Post

A Dream of Riddles

I dreamt I met Gilligan from Gilligan’s Island. I also dreamt a riddle, either in the same dream, or in a (un)related dream. The riddle was this: Of the numbers between 2 and 1,000, which is the most unique number? There was a party, in a large garage/warehouse structure that i often dream about. There were many people, Gilligan among them, and many couches, and perhaps the riddle was the party’s theme, or perhaps everyone at the party knew I was struggling with it. As usual, I partied hard, and stayed late, but by the end of the party I still had no answer. Some poor girl had to be helped into one of the couches. She drank too much. I could smell the smell of automobiles in the distance.

At work, the woman in the cubicle adjacent to mine, she has a book about dreams: an index of keywords, and a list of “meanings”. The book says I am struggling with something, (keyword “riddles”) and that I am about to undergo a financial or career difficulty (keyword “numbers”).

I put in my two weeks notice on Monday, and it occurs to me that I don’t write very much of my employment experiences here, the sordid details and rumors surrounding the lives of my co-workers, the dirty jokes, the tedium and the delerium that ensues; these are best left to fictional expression, I suppose.

I’ll return to Tennessee soon, to complete my schooling. I’ll have a spot of summer school and couchsurfing, maybe write something while I’m readjusting from having had a nocturnal lifestyle for so many months, and the riddle I’ll be pondering in reality is: what’s next?

The Sandbox Effect

Mark Bernstein responds to Jason Kottke’s recent, popular post about “A Whole New Internet“, where the main question seems to be what will happen now that the dot-com bust has busted itself. Money has come back into the vacuum. What will that do? Both Kottke and Bernstein seem to be cautionary about the future.

Kottke says:

Now that the money is back, the focus will necessarily shift even though, as Janice notes, we’ll be a little wiser about it this time around. There will be less innovation and activity from individuals because they’ll be snapped up by companies to work on their projects for their customers. The information flowing out of companies, even those that are pretty open, will be limited because of competitive and legal concerns. A person who — when she was unemployed 3 years ago — could spend a couple weeks in releasing a neat web app for anyone to use because she wanted to or could say what she wanted on her blog will now be putting all her coding energies into an application that serves a few customers & needs to be cash-flow positive and won’t have the time to post anything to her blog (and can’t say much about what she’s working on anyway unless all her readers want to sign NDAs). (Not saying this is bad…this is just what companies are for. But what’s good for companies, their shareholders, and their customers isn’t necessarily what’s good for environment those companies inhabit. On the other hand, everyone I know has more work than they know what to do with and that’s a good thing too.)

Bernstein adds:

We don’t want a static A-List where ten pioneer bloggers become the next Rupert Murdoch and everyone else is perpetually consigned to LiveJournal; we want variety and novelty and excitement and, yes, we want a blogosphere where you can grow to be Kottke if that’s what you want.

I’ve been pondering exactly what we can do to make sure the tail remains a good place to be, and to make sure that there isn’t a sign at the big end of the tail that reads “Sorry: we’re full.”

One step in the right direction, for those so called “tail end” bloggers, might be the kind of blogging that friendster, and similar sites like Blogger, provide. By offering state-of-the-art html output, quality designs, and syndication, these blogs offer more technological sophistication than the average user would ever have the patience to develop on their own — aside from that, it allows others, who may already have the ablity to build such things on their own, to go beyond those things. (Its easier to build on top of a blogger site than it is with others.) Most importantly, making good blogs readily available to anyone who wants one is very good for the flow of ideas. That flow of ideas is something Kottke dwelt on in his post, mentioning that much of the “new” internet came about as a result of the bust, where suddenly unemployed tech-types had time to play with things rather than requirements to work on them. Now that blogs exist, the easier they are to build, the more they leave room for that very important sandbox effect.

As for sites like LiveJournal and MySpace, there is the potential that these users might be left out, and end up publishing B-list content – content that looks like crap, doesn’t syndicate, and is difficult to navigate and link to, etc. I’ve already noticed that dozens and dozens of my friends have begun using MySpace, for example, to start their own forays into the blogging world, and I’m happy for them! I am also annoyed on their behalf that their blogs aren’t nearly as good as they would have been if they had chosen any number of the other options out there. I think they chose MySpace for its particular brand of social networking, which isn’t slow, like friendster, or empty like Orkut.

  • I wonder if social networking is the “B-list” to CMS Blog’s “A-List”?
  • Perhaps that relationship will reverse?
  • I wonder if the more private aspect of these smaller networks might obstruct the flow of ideas, or at least limit the ideas to those in certain circles.
  • I wish I had one single unified interface for interacting with all the blogs, the social networks, and the memes that I try to follow on a daily basis.
  • In fact, I wish that all of it would arrive in my inbox everyday, like some sort of user-friendly newspaper.

On Profiles

In my MySpace profile, I quoted my hastily written Friendster profile, which in turn is a rip off of my hastily written Orkut profile. Or did I write the Orkut one first? Who gives a shit? The point is that I write these things hastily. Perhaps it is a function of my opinion of myself, or my perception of others’

Those profiles usually say something like “people say I’m strange, and they never say why.”

Today Kyle commented on my MySpace (sounds redundant doesn’t it?) and said “I don’t think you’re strange, so there.” I got to thinking… I don’t think I’m strange either! And so what who complains about whatever might be unusual about me — That’s their problem.

From now on those stupid things will say “I am unapologetically myself”, and I’ll write one of those profiles less hastily, as soon as I have the time….

Book Blogs and Publicists

What seemed promising in a post on 3quarksdaily, about the promise held by the internet for novellists, “Could cyberspace be the novel’s best friend?“, turned out to be more hype about the publicity-power of the internet.

The article in the Villiage Voice is called Book Smart: Could cyberspace be the novel’s best friend? Litblogs take off—and grow up. sets out to give book blogging some of the journalistic attention that has lately been applied largely to political blogging. Unfortunately for this reader, most of that attention has to do with marketing. It is as if to say that the only thing that can come positively from blogging is money, or that the only way to support novellists is by advertising, as if thats all that book blogs are.

That wasn’t the whole topic of the article. There was an interesting comparison between today’s blogs and the earlier ezines.

An editor at feed.com back in the Internet boom days of the ’90s, Lipsyte believes the new wave has a very different agenda from the Web pioneers who founded content-heavy sites like Feed and Suck. “These bloggers are not so evangelistic about the medium,” he says. “For them, it’s not about using technology to create a new world. It’s about creating a space that isn’t available elsewhere to talk about the thing they care about—which happens to be books.”

Here’s hoping they don’t sell out too much.

Steppenwolf

Steppenwolf: A Novel

I have started reading Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse.
Unfortunately, I can’t link this book to my post(s) about it because Project Gutenberg’s entry on Hermann Hesse does not contain the text of Steppenwolf. It does include Siddhartha, which was a book that I enjoyed reading, very much.

Spoken Word & Live Music

This is the flyer for my next reading, in Shepherdstown at Reynolds Hall on Saturday, 9 PM. The performance will also be broadcast on 89.7 WSHC FM.

my set of poems for the event

I would like to help everyone who helped me pick them out. It wasn’t easy. For some reason, I’ve been nervous about this.

The Poets

Ethan Fischer edits Antietam Review and teaches English at Shepherd University. His book of poetry, Beached in the Hourglass, was recently published by Bunny & Crocodile Press. Ethan’s poems have been published in many literary journals, including Pembroke Magazine, Potomac Review, Tuscarora Review, Dickinsonian, and Mountain Pathways. His work was honored by inclusion in Wild Sweet Note: Fifty Years of West Virginia Poetry.

Todd Young is currently an adjunct professor of English at Shepherd University. Todd has performed his poetry in various venues around the Shepherdstown area and has most recently appeared onstage as Falstaff in the latest production by the Rude Mechanicals Medieval and Renaissance Players. Performing poetry with musicians is something that Todd enjoys, having been involved in several local experimental music projects such as Vox Populi, A Thousand Names, and Veritas.

Dylan Kinnett has been an active writer, poet & performer in the Shepherdstown community for a decade. Dylan spent the late nineties producing the local zine, Apocalypse Playground. He has written a stage play about a street preacher, several published short stories, and the occasional dirty limerick on a bathroom wall. Dylan is currently writing a novella in hypertext, To Win, Simply Play which began as an undergraduate writing thesis.

paradigm9 is a group of sound designers and recording artists who, for the last 6 years has produced music for films, plays, eclectic art installations, and the occasional good old fashioned live rock n’ roll show. Dani Seiss, Jim Pilato and Curt Seiss started the Shepherdstown-based experimental music label, Magnanimous Records in 1999 and have since grown to include a modest roster of both local, national and international recording artists. Recently paradigm9 composed a score to local film-maker Lars Wigren’s “Animus” and have just completed their fifth original score for the (not-so) traditional Rude Mechanical Medieval and Renaissance Players, directed by Shepherd University’s Dr. Betty Ellzey.

Debunkable Poetry Contests

The book blog called So Many Books has posted a link to Cnet‘s article about the demise of a website called Foetry.

Alan Cordle, a research librarian who lives in Portland, Ore., has managed the Web site, www.foetry.com, anonymously since its inception a little more a year ago.

He called his site the “American poetry watchdog” and aimed to expose the national poetry contests that he said “are often large-scale fraud operations” in which judges select their friends and students as winners.

But Cordle’s identity, which he says he protected to avoid recriminations against those who joined in his fight, was revealed earlier this month. The unmasking was performed by an anti-Foetry Web site that is also run anonymously and which used some of Cordle’s own aggressive tactics–he once used a state open-records law to unlock details about participants in a contest sponsored by a state university press–to remove his cloak of mystery.

Now that the author of the website is no longer annonymous, I really don’t see cause to shut down such a wonderful community service. Can’t the “American poetry watchdog” have a real name and a real face? Who is going to step up to the plate here and keep this thing going?

As it turns out, both CNN and the New York Times have it all wrong about Foetry! It isn’t going anywhere at all, according to the website tiself:

Foetry! We missed you. Why did you come back? It’s the biased and poorly researched article in the New York Times declaring a surrender. Reminds me of the Wicked Witch of the West flying through the sky, “Surrender Foetry.” You can thank Foets, Janet Holmes and Jorie Graham, who have threatened me with legal action and said that I lied. Well, Foets, the site’s back up and I stand behind the information here. — Alan Cordle

Now, I have a link to give to those of my people who are always and forever suggesting that I try to strike it rich with my writing, by entering these debunkable contests. While I’m at it, to those well-meaning friends of mine, I know you love me, but shut up.

The R. Crumb Handbook

Still truckin’: “The R. Crumb Handbook,” a memoir, was published this month.

BoingBoing and The New York Times Book Review have the skinny on the release of this new book, and details of a rare public appearance by R. Crumb himself!

The R. Crumb Handbook

But in a rare public appearance on Thursday night at the New York Public Library, Mr. Crumb took the stage with one of the more famous cake eaters in the art world, the critic Robert Hughes, who has compared Mr. Crumb not only to Bruegel but also to Goya, one of Mr. Hughes’s favorite artists and the subject of his latest book. In 1994 Mr. Hughes appeared as a talking head, a kind of lone voice from the establishment art world, in Terry Zwigoff’s hit documentary “Crumb,” but until Thursday night, the two men had never met. Introduced as “two very naughty boys” before a sold-out crowd, they made an odd couple.

Ticket to Ride

After years of procrastinating, months of trying, and hours of waiting, I finally managed to replace my drivers liscence. This means no more embarrasments with a passport as ID. You’d be amazed how few people can accept a federally issued identification.

I want to thank every one of my friends for putting up with those embarrasments, and for driving my sorry butt to the DMV when the time permits, and for helping me study for the tests, and for driving my sorry butt around in general.

I was beginning to think that I held the record for the longest string of attempts and failures at taking of passing the drivers test. I was beginning to feel incredibly stupid, considering the number of illiterate people I’d seen breezing through the testing facility.

Then, I saw that I am not alone. Seo Sang-moon, a South Korean, passed the academic part of his driver’s license examination on his 272nd attempt earlier this week.

I can’t wait to rent a truck when moving day comes.

a poem in progress

One hand holds, and one hand breaks off.
Names are called out distantly.
War will leave no time for lovers.

Marches keep the tune of duty.
Time to die or fight or both and lose here.
x
grieving in the distance, singing.

A battle call, a lovers song
Anthems for death’s victory
A battle call, a lover’s song
Grieving in the distance, crying.

War will leave no time for lovers.
Time to die or fight and lose here.
x
grieving in the distance, singing.

Nicer Archives

Check it out. In addition to the relatively new Contents page (which is, as always “under construction”) you can now choose whether to browse the backsections of the blog in list format or by browsing pages of exerpts.

Its that expand/collapse link at the top of the archive pages that will do the trick for ya. Have fun!

Paw Power

bunnyOkay, I promised a recent commenter that I would pass a link along, but I think this deserves a post all of its own. A while back I wrote up the site devoted to Toby the rabbit, who is basically on death row. Well, it wasn’t long until a well meaning animal rights activist showed up, with a revolutionary cry for “Justice for Bunnies!” and “Paw Power”.

That’s all well and good. People eat rabbits sometimes, and cows, probably even goats once in a while. That isn’t going to change very soon, and fighting for the rights of one little rabbit won’t change that. besides, everybody know that there will be plenty more rabbits. Its truly noble indeed to look out for the well being of animal. In fact, I support animal rights. But c’mon people, this is one rabbit we’re talking about. Aren’t there more important trees to be barking up, so to speak?

For example, did you know that every day hundreds of animals are put to death in holocaust-style gas chambers? This is inhmanity on a much larger scale.

Nevertheless, a promise is apromise, so here it is, the link I promised to pass on. Save Toby – prevaders of justice for bunnies is a website devoted to the salvation of that poor bunny, Toby, whose owner will eat him unless enough money is raisedto pay the price on the bunny’s head. By raising all this money, they’re only encouraging what they claim to be trying to defeat, but maybe its all in fun. Here it is from the horse’s mouth, so to speak.

Toby’s owner has been getting a lot of publicity for this stunt and it sucks. He is an ungrateful disgrace to the human race!

We need your help to raise the funds to punish Toby’s daddy for being a bunny hater. We may not have a set of opposable thumbs but we still managed to devise a cunning punishment and, at the same time, raise some funds for proper Bunny Rabbit charties.

In a nutshell, we need money to hire a plague of bunny brothers (preferably with myxomatosis) to stalk Toby’s daddy until he breaks down and begs for forgiveness.

Aggrivated Survival

My friend and former flop-house-mate Sarah has raised an interesting issue. I should note that raising issues is Sarah’s stock-and-trade, and part of the reason I’m fond of Sarah.

i work with the chicago books to women in prison project. jack correspondes with a particular woman from the book project (“gina”) doing 15 to life for killing her abuser. the state calls it murder. she calls it aggravated survival. gina is done taking shit.

The bulk of Sarah’s post is about the prision conditions imposed upon Gina as retribution for this act of “aggrivated survival”. I’m interested in such a thing, as legal defense. In some places it is legal to kill in your own self diefense. In all places, we’re told that it is “self-evident” that we have rights, one of which is an inaliable right to life itself. Unfortunately, we’ll ahve to wait until someone has the resources to take an issue of aggrivated survival to the supreme court before we’ll have a nice and solid answer to the question. Its something to think about, anyway.

I’ve been driven to contemplate my own acts of aggrivated survival myself, to be honest. Of course, I suppose I’ve never been abused enough to commit murder, but I’ve been angry enough to imagine it. I have a very active imagination, so that when I’m in line for my medications, and the line takes hours, and the pharmacist is overworked, underpaid and more stressed than I am, I overlook all of that once I finally see the pricetag. Even with the insurance, which enslaves me, my medications are entirely too expensive. Should I throw all of my time and all of my money at what I need to survive? Certainly I should, most every living creature is solely devoted to its own survival, but the asshole buying condoms and dick pills behind me in line — he has never had to spend such a huge percentage of his income on medication. He is in a hurry for me to be out of his way, and the stress builds, perhaps because i need the pills they’re raping me for,. The money I give for them is literally everythign that i have this time. Walking away from the asshole who amazes me to be needing those condoms in the first place, who is glad to finish his impatience, I wonder what would happen to me if I demanded my medicine. Its only my medicine. It isn’t fair that I should have such a raw deal by life. Maybe I would like to be able to afford those dick pills, but I can’t. I never will be able to with the budget I am on, which I understand to be a privelidged one by some standards, by the standards of most of the world’s population, honestly. Would an act of aggrivated survival solve my problem? Can I demand what I need for my own survival? Actually, I can’t, which is depressing, and so I take my pills again.

Tenmangu

A Temple in Early Spring

More Pictures of Japan

This is one of many temples that I saw In Japan. These pictures will eventually be integrated with the travellogue I wrote about the experience. I am adding these pictures to my new photoblog, and finding that flickr’s limited free features are getting in my way. Is flickr worth paying for?

At the Moulin Rouge

image: Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, At the Moulin Rouge (detail), 1892/1895

The National Gallery of Art features an exhibit entitled Toulouse-Lautrec and Montmartre. It seems the exhibit is well titled, because it is about the district of Montamarre more than it is about the famous artist whose name entitles the exhibit.

Artists’ fascination with the decadent spirit and glamour of bohemian life in the Parisian district of Montmartre at the turn of the 20th century is the focus of this major exhibition of more than 250 works primarily by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1864-1901). Paintings, drawings, posters, prints, sculptures, zinc silhouettes from the Chat Noir shadow play, and printed matter, such as illustrated invitations, song sheets, advertisements, and admission tickets, will be presented alongside depictions of similar subjects by fellow artists, including Toulouse-Lautrec’s predecessors Edgar Degas and Edouard Manet; his contemporaries Pierre Bonnard, Vincent van Gogh, and Pablo Picasso; and poster artist Jules Chéret.

The themes of the exhibition include dance halls, cafés-concerts, and cabarets (featuring a section devoted to the Chat Noir); and performers, such as Aristide Bruant, La Goulue, Jane Avril, Yvette Guilbert, May Belfort, May Milton, Loïe Fuller, and Marcelle Lender. The exhibition will be dominated by Toulouse-Lautrec’s most important paintings and celebrated posters, including A la Mie (c. 1891), Ambassadeurs: Aristide Bruant (1892), The Laundryman (c. 1894), Marcelle Lender Dancing the Bolero in “Chilpéric” (1895-1896), the Elles poster and album of prints (1896), and 12 of the 50 known Loïe Fuller prints from 1893, colored by hand by the artist.

Toulouse-Lautrec’s work will be seen in the company of important works by many of his contemporaries, including Van Gogh’s Agostina Segatori at the Café du Tambourin (1887); Picasso’s Le Divan Japonais (1901); and Degas’ Café-Concert (c.1876-1877). In addition to seminal paintings, the exhibition will feature a number of important early posters by Jules Chéret, including his Bal du Moulin Rouge (1889) and Folies-Bergère: La Loïe Fuller (1893), and Théophile Alexandre Steinlen’s Tournée du Chat Noir (1896).

Maybe it was because of the length of the line, which gave me time to read the entire text of the exhibition brochure, but I noticed that the exhibition had a text with it. The brochure, the placards beneath the artworks, and the writings on the walls were all taken from the same text. You can read that entire text in the exhibition’s website as well.

It was nice to see some reality shed upon the subject of the “Moulin Rouge” which has been popularized in a recent movie by that name. I had no idea until the exhibit that these words mean “Red Windmill” and that there was one such structure in the neighborhood, near the bar and the brothel.

image: Th�ophile-Alexandre Steinlen, Tourn� du Chat Noir (detail), 1896
Another popular hangout in the neighborhood of Montmartre was a club called The Black Cat, which was a scene of many of the performances advertized by the now famous posters by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec.

What startled me about this exhibition was that I left it with very little sense of the mood of the place “with its skewed perspective, lurid colors, and perplexing social dynamic… both alienating and arresting — an embodiment of the spirit of Montmartre.”

I guess I’m just jealous of anyone who got to live in such a time and place. In short, this exhibition gave a fascinating account of the context surrounding Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec’s life and work (the hypertext if you will), but that in turn created a desire to know more about the setting, whic might be something inappropriate to discuss in a public setting such as The National Gallery of Art.

Not Feeling It

Ironically, one of the people who helped cajole me into doing the whole blogging thing in the first place is simply not sure anymore.

My mum misses my blog. Where are your stories? she asks. I’ve taken a long break and I am not really sure if I want to come back. Perhaps I don’t find blogging very social at all, after having had this blog for some years.

This isn’t just ironic because this is ennui coming from someone who fueled my own excitement — In fact, I can see where she’s coming from here, sometimes. For me, the question: “Where are your stories?” is inspiration enough.

Its just that I’m not living a life with any stories in it these days.

My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

I’ve made my plans for the weekend… I’m going to go see a show by a band called My life with the thrill kill kult. For more info about the band, and some links, check out the wikipedia page about the thrill kill kult

Online People Watching and Voyeurism

I have recently found myself addicted to a website called “Group Hug“. The website itself willingly admits that

the idea is for anyone to anonymously confess to anything. it actually feels kind of good to know that someone will read it.

This is completely confidential. no information about you or your computer is stored. in fact, we only collect the text you type, the date, and a random number.

One of the very interesting things about these thousands of collected anonymous, personal confessions is that the key words in them are linked. Words like “jealousy” and “sexual” and “friend” and “drunk” are all associated together, so that readers can see lists of confessions that deal with those ideas in some way.

I love this website! It gives me a safe way to satisfy all of my people-watching tendancies, and it gives me ideas for stories to write, and it gives me a way to confess some of my own secrets. I imagine that if I had no personal friedns whatsoever, this kind of reading material would remind me what I was missing, for better or worse.

I think part of what keeps the “Group Hugs” website so interesting is that it is edited. There are some rules for what will be published and what will not. This way irrelevant material, spam, etc. is weeded out along with “things that will probably not make it through our crack team of confession-readers:”

  • gratuitous vulgarity
  • known urban myths
  • all capitals
  • obnoxious formatting
  • obvious lies
  • bragging
  • confessions about this site
  • confessions not involving you
  • responses to other confessions
  • contact information
  • web site addresses

In order to keep up the material’s appeal to the widest possible audience, readers can contribute to the moderation of “Group Hugs”. For me, this is the best way to read the confessions, one at a time, and voting on each along the way. Votes can only be “yes”, “no”, or “maybe”, so that there is no room for any kind of qualatative statement beyond whether or not the confession should be published.