painters who also wrote poetry
I had just moved to NYC at that time too, and remember what the neighborhood was like before it became a more familiar Soho. Perhaps that’s not their office – but… one of the ways to do that is to stop worrying so much about poetry, per se, and go out and see how things actually are out there, and then to more honestly incorporate the fact of one’s mortality in the process. I have loved poetry, but my belief is that poetry looks up to the condition of music and to the sheer visceral impact of painting, whose special formal dynamic is released from time. 'As one put drunk into a packet boat.' And I wasn't talking about the "Contributing Writers" either, all of whom do a bang-up job, each in his or her own inimitable way. You're only repeating something silly your professor told you, claiming that he: \r"reads this poem with great subtlety as a sustained meditation on what he calls, following Allen Grossman, daytime & nighttime phenomenologies." There has got to be another way to conduct what seems really to be more a discussion about personal aesthetics than it is about poetic technique.\rMartin. Everything moves too quickly and provisionally. For more information on non-writers who wrote, try Cath Murphy’s column The Good, The Bad, and The Sadly Deluded: Actors Who Write. The better the butter the easier it is to swallow the pill. She created a fairytale called Invisible Flower when she was 19 years old, written in a quasi-children’s book style, featuring lines of prose matched with paintings and sketches. And yet the first representational art was found near Schelklingen in Germany and dates back the to beginnings of the Upper Paleolithic period, 35, to 40,000 years ago. It has come into the world, a triumph, and lives in glory by itself and alone. "Are we talking about literature, or about the literary life? These austere "stanzas" are made up almost entirely of colorless connecting words such as "where," "which," "these," "of," "not," "have," "about," and so on, though now and then Miss Stein throws in an orange, a lilac, or an Albert to remind us that it really is the world, our world, that she has been talking about. For those who do not dig poetry in its truest form but would love to get started on creating poems, maybe this is a good start. I did too, otherwise we'd still all be fixed in italics!\rForgot to say about Thomas Brady--he may have the keys but haven't a clue who he is. These literary acquaintances no doubt inspired Picasso to try his hand at writing. \rAshbery is jelly. \rThe poets we've recently been quoting on this thread (with no need to analyze their words, true Christopher,that doesn't seem to be a need in many here now,)-but they may have taken a slow and arduous route or the blessed instant.Heany. At times more important. You're right that the "inaccessibility vs. transparency" paradigm is always about something else, which I was trying to elucidate in my comments above. Sorry, but that's how it is. One shadowed body, the resistant, one may believe, lies horizontal in its silence, perpendicular to the feet of two fog swathed vertical bridges, to who knows where? He is absolutely in the line of William James/Gertrude Stein Modernism. As I said before, a lot of people only recognize Ono for her spot in the Beatles-verse, but I encourage those people to dig a little deeper. Let me have it!\rChristopher. \r~\rNow, i was thinking of joshing with you Mickey, by winding you up about the anti-intellectual crack, which is comedic really, to try and don a bit of wankery as the cloak a knowing one who knows the Auraicept na N-Éces has to wear when sporting intellectually with the non-faux and psuedo-phenomenologists displaying airy-fairy anti-intellectualism on the blog, which far from wearying. Patronised by Ruskin, she painted, drew and wrote poetry. Or perhaps a spoof version of erudition? I think I will henceforth put all my comments here at the bottom of the thread and refer up to which one I am addressing.\rMy comment above:\rThank you Michael for this bit; it’s wonderfully lucid and dovetails with what Ashbery has recently said, that if he has a subject, it’s time.\rMartin\rPOSTED BY: MEARL ON JUNE 22, 2009 AT 6:08 PM\rwas referring to Michael's comment of JUNE 22, 2009 AT 12:47 PM, and particularly to the following sentence: \r"Ashbery is endlessly preoccupied with the criteria of poetic speakers & poetic time. A huge, towering centrifuge is constructed and then begins whirling and whirling with the young astronomer inside a pod dangling in the middle of it. Artists’ model and Rossetti’s wife Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal not only posed for many Pre-Raphaelite works, but also produced them herself. I pulled it out of memory. Ashbery's dilemma, his great split, his failure to be popular in general while being wildly loved within po-biz, is the odd-looking Flower of Modernism.\rThomas, Travis,\r"How much longer shall I be able to inhabit the divine sepulcher of life, my love"\r"I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free. just across the street from the brooklyn botanical gardens. Ashbery is almost erudition itself. But I still say you are wrong to have put him in this position, you are wrong to have shouldered in to his space with a poem that does not address the issues he is raising, however great the poem.\rI've said this to you many times on four different sites. \rThe distinguished phrase, 'As One Put Drunk into a Packet Boat' needs no further elucidating. The whisper of both. \rA Daylight Art\r \rOn the day he was to take the poison\rSocrates told his friends he had been writing:\rputting Aesop’s fables into verse.\rAnd this was not because Socrates loved wisdom\rand advocated the examined life.\rThe reason was that he had had a dream.\rCaesar, now, or Herod or Constantine\ror any number of Shakespearean kings\rbursting at the end like dams\rwhere original panoramas lie submerged\rwhich have to rise again before the death scenes - \ryou can believe in their believing dreams.\rBut hardly Socrates. My feeling is, that, at least for me, blogs are not appropriate for “serious” lit-crit. The emphasis was on his paintings. Indeed, I felt "overarching" was a bit arch--which is why I made my arch reply (which fell flat!) No. The result is like certain monochrome de Kooning paintings in which isolated strokes of color take on a deliciousness they never could have had out of context, or a piece of music by Webern in which a single note on the celesta suddenly irrigates a whole desert of dry, scratchy sounds in the strings... Like people, Miss Stein's lines are comforting or annoying or brilliant or tedious. I know the expression “the death of painting” has become journalistic shorthand, but, as poet, I still feel threatened. The text is a verbatim transcription of several conversations between Warhol and Ondine, in which the latter regales the former with his amphetamine-fueled exploits. In addition to LitReactor, he has also written for Ranker.com, Cultured Vultures and Tor.com. If this isn't your cup of tea, however, Destino offers more of a plot and is a real treat to watch. No advantage in hurting feelings for a poem you don't even like and a poet you don't even know. Lithography, from Stundenglas, by Martin Earl and Pontus Carle (Edition Maldoror, Berlin, 1992). The error here is the assumption that when we say 'it' should be accessible, or inaccessible, that we know what 'it' is. His editing and scholarship have set the bar for the work that will obviously unfold from his efforts in the future. Someone suddenly ceases to speak and wanders off. \rI wrote that PL lived and died "a very unified and sensible identity," but I wasn't implying by that that he was "integrated" (what is more "individuated!") Pablo Picasso. A perspective necessarily situated entirely outside of experience. What Would Books Look Like If Big Publishing Collapsed? \rThe Ashberian strategy then, seeing the difficulty, nay, the impossibility, of 'really making a poem' from 'as one put drunk into a packet boat,' leaves the phrase alone; leaves it as it is; does not touch it; puts nothing else with it; it remains inviolable! There are also the belated exceptions – Robert Graves in some cases, who like Hardy constructed a popular prose persona and a more intricate poetic one; the short-lived Dylan Thomas; Robert Frost and Philip Larkin. Like Rembrandt before him, with his almost psychoanalytic insistence on the self-portrait, Beethoven was already in departure mode. But they might; you never know.\rThere's a traffic light on a very quiet street, where I drive often, which is always yellow; the other day, for the first time, it was red, but I and other drivers couldn't check ourselves; we were all driving through it. \rAshbery, invoking Aristotle's mimesis theory, compares Stein’s words to people, and people, he says, will inevitably be annoying or pleasing. I think of it more as Boba Fett vs. Cliff Clavin in the Bachelorette. I can understand that the "lay reader" (now we're a clergy!) I personally think he was just very lucky, and of course a genius of the first order.\rThey both were, and we don't need any big literary theory or analysis to account for that either.\rChristopher, And here...check this out. This word shouldn't carry a negative connotation: it means "being comprehensive. \rThe smallness of the poetry world is certainly not my fault! Real in the sense of an actual encounter within the busy-body hum.\rIn John Ashbery there is nobody there in one sense, nobody to meet in other words, and in another sense there is nobody there but John Ashbery, so there's only him to meet if only he were there. Gratuitous name-dropping alert: I was having dinner with Michael Palmer once & we discussed this very question with respect to Ashbery. The order in his studio is impeccable; filled with antiquarian trinkets, a crisp bourgeois density pervades. Ashbery-ism. The painter cannot add\rMore paint, the director cannot shout out to his actors\rIn the middle of the performance, the poet cannot\rAmend a line while the published version is scanned by a reader.\rBut as the distinction becomes more and more blurred\rBetween the study of poetry and the enjoyment of poetry,\rThe result is precisely what we would expect in poetry now:\rPoems with an unfinished quality, as if the poet did not want\rThe process to end, was reluctant to let his poem go,\rAs if the poet could, in fact, have continued writing the poem\rForever, so that the length of the poem (the ultimate form of any\rPoem being its length) is determined by "rehearsal time," not by\rThe "poem's time." The small, coddling, nature of the poetry world is certainly a problem, too. He felt the artifacts indicated the earliest yet evidence of complex language. Pixies fans take note: the song 'Debaser' references the most famous scene from Un Chien Andalou: "Got me a movie / I want you to know / Slicing up eyeballs / I want you to know." I didn't think of my brief essays into "words" on Harriet as "reviews," or even literary criticism. - who replied:\rYes.\r..and got the classic response:\rSo what?\r~\rWhen i wrote my last post i had not seen your expansion about the night and day \rYou mistake the "you" for the *i* behind the man behind the mask acting the maggot here Mickey boy. What's the matter with you"\r"Ha ha, hee, hee, I saaaiiid...! \rYou have finished the first stanza. But then your career depends upon it, as will some of theirs---but of course others will recover, indeed, many of them will.\rBound feet were exactly like that in China. Miral, about a young girl wrapped up in the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, arrived in 2010, though Schnabel had no official hand in the screenwriting process. Desmond Swords wrote:\r"I find it odd, here we are, all working at various levels and in various degrees of seriousness, in the contemporary Poetry biz, which is entirely formed by and run along competitive lines, where Prize and Winning is (almost) the sole measure of poetic success to most, and yet one of the very operators at the heart of the industry, a sinecured near-ollamh with wit and intelligence, refuses to play the game of speech in print. For me, it’s the way Crooker opens: by bringing us close to the artist. Now, on to the task at hand: Ono’s writing. At the same time I have to say you are lucky to be on a thread started by such a generous author, and Martin Earl has given you the feedback you crave. I’ve also used the space to examine my own motivations as a poet. My bad. He wasn't about to give Gertrude Stein a bad review. That the visual, the image is what we know ourselves to keep translating into any language that will have us. \rLearning is always artificially timed.\rA professor must always determine how much time there is to\rCover the subject. That's good! Große Fugue is the death rattle of the classical style. Poets are not addressing the world. Five thirty am, the light of day nowhere apparent, two candles illuminating the mahogany surface of his desk, haloing pens, inkstand, blank pages. Pontus moved all of his stuff to Broom Street in the winter of 1982 at the invitation of Jean Miotte, a French painter, with Orientalist leanings. I'm sometimes in the mood for that myself. \rAnother reason we err is by assuming that the accessible is shallow and the inaccessible is deep. "\r"We were on the terrace drinking gin and tonics when the squall hit. \rThe cruel irony, of course, is that being so good at what he does has locked him in it.\rWhat I worry about is teachers like you, Michael, who hold him hostage to your arid theories, and of course palm them off on generations of students. "\rYou see? Many other films were narrative-based, like Batman Dracula (1964), produced without DC Comics' permission and now long gone, but credited as being the first campy depiction of the Caped Crusader. Why do you do this, Gary? Poetry, I mean. George Crabbe wrote poetry of another kind: his sensibility, his values, much of his diction, and his heroic couplet verse form belong to the 18th century. I notice a few well chosen photographs illustrating this post. Maybe that's just been an anomaly in my one brief month here, but I doubt it---because I experienced the same at pw.org and poets.org. '\rWell I say to hell with your manifestos of IMAGE and COLOR.\rDown with flatness and inaccessibility! It was out of this Aurignacian culture that the first cave art develops. "\r"The academy of the future is opening its doors. I wonder if you'll find that picture of Thomas Mann. Here at Harriet my project from the beginning has been to try to see where poetry and poems connect with other things: painting, politics, exile, how we get on with the job of writing, in short, all of the influences that go into making a poet who he or she is, and how that bounces back at the world at large. . Five thirty am, the light of day nowhere apparent, two candles illuminating the mahogany surface of his desk, haloing pens, inkstand, blank pages. Check the win box on this one. But if we're really going down the rabbit hole with Dalí's literary work, let us not ignore his lone novel, Hidden Faces, published in 1944. The whisper of both. The color in words, the crescendo-language in symphony, the high drama, or kitchen-sink drama--in the swathe or dribble of paint, the open iris of the camera in the eye of the poet. Swinburne perhaps tried, or rather the job was handed to him, but he was already too debilitated by erudition and alcohol to be an effective “public” poet. \rSo maybe what we're dealing with, rather than quickness or slowness, is a balance between the materials (the medium) and the idea. I think you feel you'll get laughed at for even thinking there's meaning in what you read what is more meaning for you, for your life, for your own understanding.\rAnd if I'm right, how does that affect what you write in turn? It's got soul.\rTerreson, Martin Earl, there is one, late paleontologist whose findings, mostly accepted by scientists and scholars, could evidence the association between painting and poetry you look to make. First though, thanks for the up to date look into the difficulties of painting in NYC & Brooklyn (someone who actually met Tsvetaeva…that’s very cool)…and your brother must be a hero for putting up with New York. Until, that is,\rhe tells his friends the dream had kept recurring\rall his life, repeating one instruction:\rPractise the art, which art until that moment\rhe always took to mean philosophy.\rHappy the man, therefore, with a natural gift\rfor practising the right one from the start –\rpoetry, say, or fishing; whose nights are dreamless;\rwhose deep-sunk panoramas rise and pass\rlike daylight through the rod’s eye or the nib’s eye. (Because I didn't publish an essay on the subject in a tiny blog comment box, you assume my actual words are meaningless, so you may ignore them, & imply that my professor told me something or other. He would later say that “I reduced painting to its logical conclusion and exhibited three canvases: red, blue and yellow. yeah, real poetry's like a girl in a meadow or whatevs. 3x3. Don,\rI agree Ashbery is the 'least polemical of poets.' I told him many young people do that, and that I myself had been through exactly the same problem at the beginning---that I had in fact abandoned writing poetry altogether at the age of 20 for 30 years, no less, because I was so bedeviled by the dirty tricks and deliberately misleading sleights the poet in me unpacked in everything I wrote at the time. ; big difference. The worship of the inaccessible. The film was nominated for four Academy Awards that year, including Best Director. I'm not in the business of "letting people have it."\rM. This word shouldn’t carry a negative connotation: it means 'being comprehensive. So? In a part I've not reproduced, for example, he says he doesn't think much of the minor pieces collected in the book. The early Baroque painter Caravaggio preserved an exacting realism but upped the fever pitch, adding a dramatic tension that went beyond Renaissance composure. I think they're better than my final ones. Every plane is a plane and there is to be no representation.” In the context of the Russian revolution this could be seen more as a political and ideological expression than and aesthetic one, a rhetorical rather than a painterly gesture, utopian in its intent to mark the death of the bourgeois past and the beginning of a new Soviet Russia. Can I just add the extraordinary lack of clutter in Seamus Heaney's art, the ability to say anything, of course, yet never to lose the simple glimpse of daylight in the nib's eye!\rThe total lack of pretension! I'm not surprised no one has taken me up on this challenge--I'd hate to be set it myself!\rWhat I'm trying to say about Philip Larkin, and to a lesser extent Dylan Thomas, is that they didn't have to try to be who they were, that what is important about them is that neither of them posed, in their verse or their lives. Perhaps you’re right, “primitive song and chant” is more on target in terms of a kind of ur-poetry. Down with abstract art!\rShakespeare said in one of his sonnets: perspective it is the painter's art.\rYes, the accessible, with perspective. (for example) but this is not criticism; in this case it is an essay on cave paintings, which is quite different, and sometimes it makes for didactic poems, and they seem all the more artless when used as an argument in a critical discussion. Girls are girls and they skip. You're damn right it's proscriptive. But I will do. This lends his language a schizophrenic quality, as the rhetoric of highest value & authority alternates with analytical indirectness & low comic demotic speech. It is his NYT obit.\rhttp://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=990DE4D61F30F93BA15751C1A9629C8B63\rTerreson, my brother lived in spanish harlem for a while. Once anything becomes accessible, the whole notion of accessibility or inaccessibility fades away as we experience the thing and it becomes accessible. kind of way, I'm not so sure I really 'get it.' from the United States is reading, Joshua Chaplinsky the breath. I never had a lot of use for Ashbery; it seems my heroes of that generation were all on the West Coast, Duncan, Spicer, Welch and Snyder... and then the Latin American poets more or less of that vintage, Rosario Castellanos, Gonzalo Rojas, Blanca Varela, Juan Gelman... but this thread, and especially the prolix mindlessness of Ashbery's detractors, has given me the notion that I need to give the man a slower and more intimate read. Des, if you want to read my writing, Google is yr friend. not that this necessarily relates...my mother's proudest moment, as far as i'm concerned, was seeing me write in russian cursive, since i'd never learned legible english cursive as a boy.\ri've long planned to write her life's story, and have accomplished just that to a small extent in poems and stories. )\rI have some reviews coming out in the London Review of Books & Poetry that might interest you, Thomas, since they take as their premise that readers must always be doing work. Modern European languages evolved in various forms. Good thing he stuck with painting. snore. Has somebody trumped me?\rSo here's where I'm at. To the religiously dogmatic, God has a point; but to the erudite who embrace a more random view of the universe, Ashbery's restraint, his 'never getting to the point' seems to them almost divine. he knew tsvetaeva, one of his favorite akmeist writers (which isn't exactly true) and spends a lot of free time versifying with his other artist friends.\ri've always felt that the need to do both is not a matter of their similarity, but a compensation--that what we cannot do in a painting we are compelled to do in a poem, or vice versa. Speaking of poetry and images, let's not forget photography. 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