window – mirror – hole –

Franz Kline, Painting Number 2, 1954, The Muse...

Franz Kline, Painting Number 2, 1954, The Museum of Modern Art (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Is your art a window… a mirror… a black hole into another dimension…

 

My last post documented a canvas that has seen several metamorphosis over the last 20 years, especially in the last two. I’ve never had the heart to toss, so it has moved with me unchanged, until last year. The wolf face  that remains came out of automatic brushstrokes from 20 years ago. Action / automatic painting is often the way I do art – without thought, more a release than anything.  After reading more about modernism and post-modern movements, I’ve begun to question if I should even be producing this type of art. It seems that art needs a purpose…make a statement, open a dialogue, or at the least, leave the viewer with a sense of ‘something’. If one is not doing this, should one create at all…

 

“Music & Literature”interviews Hungarian author Làszló Krasznahorkai, who addresses (among many things) the role of art/artist in society today. Though he is addressing more the literary scene, his discourse certainly applies to all creative avenues. He speaks of the Hungarian artist, but I think this statement is apt, whether part of an evolving cultural economic system or not:

 

Previously, these people began to create art because they found the absence of personal freedom and personal independence to be unbearable. And then here is the new age in which, perplexed as to how to grab for themselves their own share of money and fame, they simply renounced their own freedom, their own independence, in exchange for which they acquired, along with the money and fame, a self-consuming cynicism, a kind of destructive animosity as the fabric of daily life,… (“Retreat beneath the Earth!”, Music & Literature, Issue 2, p.30)

 

He goes on to encourage the youth of today to go underground until they find their voice. It is a refreshing idea.

 

Granted, the link between LK’s statement and what I am pondering is a stretch, it is still viable in the context of the overall sentiment of his interview — he questions mass culture and its influence on artist today.

 

Back to my original question, then, if you are creating art to express only you, is that enough of a reason to produce? Does it matter to you if your art is understood – should it?

 

Why do you create art? 

 

postmodernism

postmodernism (Photo credit: versionz)

 

incubation

 what’s done is done – -

it started over 20 years ago – the wolf face on a blood-red canvas, traveling from place to place, closet to closet – the wolf forever with me, her face an echo of yesterday, a time when life had me by the teeth and there was nowhere to go – i got primal, i sunk into the ground and found me – the wolf – she appeared after reading Pinkola Estes and her Mythos, the words opened me and i hung with Persephone underground, or perhaps i ran with the wolves until there was nothing left of me

over the last year she has been transformed despite the inclination to cut her face away and destroy the canvas ~

wolf 1

then, yesterday, i read Bhanu Kapil’s Humanimal (excerpt) and it returned me to a place  - and i was lost in the swirl of Bhanu’s language (as i always am when i visit her blog) – how she paints colours of India around the ghost, the feral children, in this prose poetry – and blood quickened to transform her – it was the turquoise, life – but what life, whose – Incubation, her word (i think), swirled within the paint -

and now, she is almost eaten and i contemplate cutting her free because i’m not certain she is real anymore 

wolf 2

this is why words are so much easier than paint – no one gets hurt if one forgets her place ~

 

except, this garbage

i.
We are garbage
We create garbage
This is garbage
Do not read the garbage
Do not eat the garbage
Do not feed the garbage

ii.
She eats what i eat
She understands the language of the universe
i cannot read what She reads
She is more the earth than i am

iii.
Where did you throw it
Did it wind up in a green bin

iii.a.
Her waste goes into a bag
my waste goes
(where does it go )

Would it not be better for us to return to the trees

this hayfield was here the whole time – every day that we ran through it, collecting ticks and observing tiny vodka bottles tossed from the road from overindulged teens – today there was less vodka, school is over — someone dotted the landscape with round art – i asked Her to jump and

jump

She obeyed

iiii.
Wood smoke cuts dark
veins reminding me that life
is a mixture of energy
and naked earth

i dream of escape into a landscape dense with energy that falls away into a canopy where she and i and you, naked as this universe that offers her hands to cradle our empty ways until we can build a space

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The thing we have the most of (For AB) -Jerrod Beck

The thing we have the most of (For AB)
-Jerrod Beck

]

free of all this garbage

iiiii.
i am a product of this place
recycle me

yes, build something out of these letters of nothing in a universe
ready to turn the other way where only a print of yesterday will remain
and then, in a revolution -

all will be gone

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Press (2013) Talus (2013) -Jarrod Beck

Press (2013)
Talus (2013)
-Jarrod Beck

Jerrod Beck’s installations are featured at the Bemis Center in Omaha, Nebraska. A short road trip fortuned me a brief interlude with his amazing installations. They still resonated today when I saw the haybales — haybales juxtaposed to yesterday’s plastic bags – what is real and what is garbage. ~

Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again.

At her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, where she shared a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing, and this is what happened. (Justin Fox, Zen Garage)

(tonight, on tumblr,  seeking examples of Phyllida Barlow sculptures, a maze of art clicks led me to an intriguing meme of the above-  following the link to YouTube, the whole story came to fruition – tears formed, in hers, and my own,  currents of energy transferred – that power of history turned present, if only for a minute…

[as an aside: linkng to the Wiki link on Ulay & Abrmovic, there is a footnote that states that the two had met at the opening of the performance - the link to the article was broken, so we still do not know if this was the first encounter - either way, it was obviously a great surprise to a women who oft appears more rock than flesh - Abramovic's MoMA "The Artist Is Present" performance was in 2010]

“don’t be a hero, harvard…”

this line rings through my head from time to time — when a vein pulses ever so slightly from right temple taunting the tongue and setting a beat — this time, there is no beat, no Knowing, so it turns to you, dear reader, to answer the question posed…

“What is “The Fiction Of Relationship”?”

The above question is the first of many to be addressed in the latest Coursera course with the same title. It is being taught by a Brown prof who has taught a version of this course for decades. I am not much of a fiction reader, but his first set of lectures made me want to be that reader. As for the question…his lectures narrowed nothing and philosophized everything, which is a problem since we only have 150 words (max) to answer. It didn’t happen – there was a lack of commitment from brain to hand to digital ink. There is simply too many ways in which this question can be answered – or is there? Tell me, I believe in the wisdom of the crowd….

The seemingly simple task of answering the question “What is ‘The Fiction of Relationship’?” has become such a riddle in my mind that I fail at a solution. Is it because I search for the ‘real’, yet, do we ever really know the ‘real’ relationship to the Other, or even to self? So much hinges on language and context. Even this course’s title, how each word connects to the other. The “The” and “Of” are important parts of the whole. A paradox, this fiction of relationship? Indeed, but as a positive or negative? Good literature forges a relationship with its reader, opening him or her to new possibilities. The plasticity of fiction, either read or self-created, help us delve deeper, finding shimmer in shadowy recesses. A relationship may be built of fictions, but if that story is ever dismantled, a strong frame oft still stands.

 

(p.s. – the above answer shall stand – I shall probably not change it, even if you lambaste me… so, be a hero, Harvard, and tell me what you got)

(p.s.s. – title of this post is a line from a very bad movie with a fabulous soundtrack from back in the day…)

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“To be on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most unbearable of nightmares,- to be in love with one of those images was worse than being in love with a ghost (perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existence of a ghost).”
― Adolfo Bioy CasaresThe Invention of Morel

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“It is hard to discuss this book without discussing the conceit, which if revealed, shall only spoil the read for those who come here to answer the question, “is it a good read?” To answer that question, one must know his or her tolerance for reading a story that seems to circle around itself until a slow reveal sends one reeling. Frankly, if you do not need to be spoon fed a story – handle sparse prose and let your mind wander – then you may just enjoy this read. After reading it, I have yet to decide if it is brilliant or merely so over my head that I am unable to discern its true literary merits.” ~

The above was my brief summation of Casares’s Invention of Morel on Goodreads. I stumbled upon it this weekend at the used bookshop looking for a book by Carson – the thin red spine of Invention caught my eye, and when I saw it was a nyrb with French starlet cover and an endorsement by Borges…

It is an amazing book that seems to have been the inspiration for several foreign flicks over the years. I started to watch one, “Last Year at Marienbad” but just didn’t have the patience after spending the day reading Casares, André Breton and a bit of Motherwell with a dash of The Neutral (this last is a lecture series by Barthes which is so over my head I have already drown twice in the shallows). What is amazing about Casares’s book is that in all my digging around after reading it, I have found not a mention of surrealism, just science fiction. Granted, the movement was almost done by this publication, however, in my mind this Latin American author who had a strong penchant for the French, certainly was influenced by Breton. It just seems so odd that the intro would allude to the author’s fascination with Joyce and stream of conscious writing, but there is nothing regarding interest in surrealism. Then again, this is where my lack of understanding where these art movements draw lines, ergo, I go pointing in the wrong direction. Perhaps the parallel only aligned in my mind because right after I finished the book, I shook off the wonderment by taking the pup for a stroll with another small book, Breton’s Arcane 17, (cracking it open for the second time in over a year). Breton opens the book by talking about the same bit of Greek mythos that Casares spoke, ergo, two puzzle pieces forced together, even if there is a gap of an inch for a perfect union.

a ghost, a lover, a lover as ghost…there is so much to ponder when we think of the elusiveness of love – gone is this disillusionment for in life, this life, love has gone ghost or perhaps it has transferred to ghost, but as Casares shows, no man is an island and we long for even what we believe we no longer want, we no longer long for despite the dream that keeps us enveloped in charms – is it reality to believe that we can create an object for love or do we project a fallacy when we stare into a mirror that reflects an image that is ours if only devoid of the one thing that makes this life worth living, the soul of the matter, or does the soul reflect too – are we, are you, as immortal as the words being read in this cloud… ~


em i – l – y —

Dickinson's handwritten manuscript of her poem...

Dickinson’s handwritten manuscript of her poem “Wild Nights – Wild Nights!” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only way I know it. Is there any other way?”
~ Emily Dickinson

Certainly the above quote does not sound of a voice without knowledge, or knowing, or … a life worth living beyond her open window. Yet, when Emily Dickinson is discussed the dialogue circles round to her “small life”. I question, though, was Dickinson’s life that  much smaller than one’s own?

An article today entertained this small life. As it was read under the canopy of trees while hearing the occasional whirl of a cyclist going by, I could not help but again wonder why this poet carries such a mystique, albeit a rather unflattering one.

“How do we understand the work of a person who chose not to live in the world the way most of us do?”

Posits the author of the Boston Review article regarding Dickinson’s place in the  world – a world that, at the time, was still dominated by the patriarch. A time when society did not oft consider a woman as equal despite those occasional rebels who were trying to pave new roads. Was Dickinson really living that odd of a life for the times? Yes, she was a spinster and did not venture from Amherst, but does that mean that there was some mental hiccup. Frankly, perhaps she was an introvert gone a bit extreme.

Sadly, this post is not going where I wished it to go — too much on the mind, too little time to compose before another bell will chime of morning. Perhaps I was hoping that by vocalizing what swirled around my head this afternoon, there would be an epiphany. As a non-scholar of poetry or criticism, in the end this just ends as a rant. A vocalization against the often dramatic criticism or conjecture about a woman who honored a guilty pleasure – penning her observations, her feelings and her intellectual knowledge with results that place her in our awe. An awe that turns to something else… an inability to just let a person “be”. 

Perhaps writing this did help to cement one thing – the importance of being a “citizen of the world”. Emily was certainly a citizen of the world, for despite her “small life,” she always imagined the possibilities. ~

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thoughts run amuck, but there is not much to cleave from these spaces that have been emptied of all material matter after the man left the trap door open and i fell asunder, it was the pressure of losing his cerebral muse into the waves that she said would pull us under – now we have nothing to lose and there is a pounding in this heart that goes faster faster with expediency that rolls a wave of thunder that brought down the rain tonight keeping us neither wet nor dry – it is the devil, she cries, pounding the ground awake from below and we feel her ache – we scream her scream for why must we swirl into this dream of living when it goes out of control under steam and plows down too many innocent things, innocent dreams that were just beginning to breathe softer under her soft sheen producing golden rubs upon their round chins and pursed lips; we shall never understand this, this life that is full of happiness, yet it pulls some of us under until we become buried within a storm so devastating that we question reality – was it really just a blink – in this bed of stolen slumber we shall finally find what could never been seen ~

(Apologies – it has been forever since there was freedom to just write a bit of stream. I am a bit lost without having a paper to write, a lecture to watch or a chapter to read. This bit of breath (2 courses start soon) has me choking on air.)

“So long as the artist does not belong, in the most concrete sense, to one of the great historical classes of humanity, so long he cannot realize a social expression in all its public fullness. Which is to say, an expression for, and not against. The artist is greatest in affirmation.”

~ Robert Motherwell

It is interesting, searching Motherwell’s book this weekend for personal research, I stumbled upon the above quote. The quote reads as the artist equivalent to Judith Butler on defining gender and sex. It should really come as no surprise for Motherwell was a philosophy student first, artist second. I left notes in the margins pointing out echoes of Marx, Rousseau and Foucault.

“To express the felt nature of reality is the artist’s principal concern.” ~ Robert Motherwell

What is reality…really? Is it the artist’s reality or the reality of society, a certain faction that is addressed within said art? How is it that this goes expressed in art? What is the purpose of art if the artist’s concern is expression of Felt nature – are we involved in this feeling too? If we do not get moved, who failed who?

A thought to leave with you – actually two:

1) I recently watched The Examined Life which is a fascinating documentary featuring several of the philosophers mentioned in recent papers on this blog. žižek’s brief interview took place in a garbage facility. He spoke of consumption, i.e. overconsumption and our throw-a-way society. He felt that society is too quick to forget where all this garbage goes – we just throw and ‘poof’ it is gone from our mind. It had me thinking – it would be wonderful if school age children took a field trip to a local garbage facility to understand where everything is going. In this “wonderful world”, they then would visit an artist’s studio whose work is composed from garbage or found things….

2) Would it be wrong to have a Conceptional Art Museum with nothing in it?

(This blog post has been powered tonight by First Listen @NPR : Laura Marling.)

Are you a citizen of the world?

(a broken record I am — another paper, another lament….BUT, this is the last of it for Modern/Post-Modern – a bittersweet ending for I shall miss these papers and the reading involved in order to form some coherent argument. I am just re-reading it for the first time since submitting it at…yes, 1AM, and it reads okay, but not fabulous…too many words and ideas re-used, but what is one to do when writing under a deadline on subjects of vague familiarity.) 

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Kwame Anthony Appiah’s Cosmopolitan, asks us to consider the idea of being a citizen of the world. A citizen of the world, or to practice “cosmopolitinism,” which he takes from the 4th century B.C. definition, “citizens of the cosmos”. Cosmos, not in the sense of stars and space, but of the world. “Talk of cosmopolitinism originally signaled, then, a rejection of the conventional view that every civilized person belonged to a community among communities.” [1]

Appiah would certainly find kinship of cosmopolitanism ideology in the writings of Post-Modern American philosophers, Judith Butler and Cornel West. Though each philosopher is approaching philosophy from a different context, each has a similar cosmopolitan objective, that of a citizen of the world. Appiah defines the world citizen concept as: 1) obligation to others beyond one’s kinship and 2) valuation of not just human life, but particular human lives. [2] Appiah goes on to stress the need for great appreciation of our differences.

This idea of appreciating differences, as well as valuation of particular human lives, is a key component to Judith Butler’s Undoing Gender. “What is most important is to cease legislating for all lives what is liveable only for some, and similarly, to refrain from prescribing for all lives what is unlivable for some.” [3] Butler recognizes that in order to find a place for everyone within this world, we must be open to the possibility of a more inclusive environment where all can be recognized. Appiah champions this cosmopolitan idea when he writes, “Because there are so many human possibilities worth exploring, we neither expect nor desire that every person or every society should converge on a single mode of life.” [4] Both thinkers insist that we must find a place for everyone without demanding that every body fit a certain context.

Cornel West’s “Prophetic Pragmatism,” not only echoes the sentiment of Appiah and Butler, but draws heavily on the thoughts of another thinker, Ralph Waldo Emerson. Emerson could be said to be cosmopolitian as he posited the idea of creative freedom of self, but not at the expense of others. West writes that he is, “promoting an Emersonian culture of creative democracy by means of critical intelligence and social action.”[5] West does not wish to deny the individual, but to find a place for all individuals of this world via social action. He coins his philosophical approach as “prophetic pragmatism”- “I have dubbed it “prophetic” in that it harks back to the Jewish and Christian tradition of prophets who brought urgent and compassionate critique to bear on the evils of their day.”[6] West believes that we must not ignore the suffering of the world, but give it a voice so that we may hear the truth.

Butler and West see that a community within a community is limiting and propagates alienation of the individual. If we spend too much time defining communities in order to find place for said community, there will be negative consequences. Butler cautions on defining rights for a person as it can disenfranchise another person who does not fit within that norm. Butler reminds us we must have possibilities in order to cope in this cosmo, “Possibility is not a luxury; it is as crucial as bread.”  A person who is not recognized as human within the norms of society will fail to find a place within this world.

Appiah’s closes the introduction of Cosmopolitinism by addressing the state of the world post 9/11. Appiah posits that there has been a great divide based on values between “us” and “them’. “This is what we take to be good; that is what they take to be good”.  He cautions this division and repositions our thinking by asking, “What do we owe strangers by virtue of our shared humanity?”[7]

Not in response to his question, but certainly a response Appiah would appreciate from a cosmopolitian level, Butler and West both address how to reach out globally. Butler, in her own post 9/11 dialogue, taking note of how the violence opens us up to vulnerability to a point that may actually become a postive, “Or are we, rather, returned to a sense of human vulnerability, to our collective responsibility for the physical lives of one another?”[8] Cornel West would say we must be open to the possibilities in order to fight for a democracy that takes in account our fellow man’s plight, “None of us alone can save the nation or the world. But each of us can make a positive difference if we commit ourselves to do so.” Cosmopolitianism may just be a key to shrinking a world that will soon host eight billion humans in need of possibilities.

[1, 2, 4, 7]  Appiah, Kwame Anthony, Cosmopolitanism (2006).

[3,8] Butler, Judith, Undoing Gender (2004).

[5] West, Cornel, “Prophetic Pragmatism” Cornel West Reader (2000).

 

open to the possibilities…

(I debated whether to post this second to the last paper for Modern/Post-Modern; alas, it seems best to document it here for there will come a day when I shall want a laugh. Intellectual history/philosophy papers should not be written by the novice at 1AM…in fact, this paper was just copy/paste from the Coursera site and I have found there are two major gaffs — can you find them (one is rather embarrassing, using the opposite word in which was intended). The point of the paper was to address Judith Butler’s thoughts on improvisation with that of another “thinker” from the course, who addressed the concept of creativity and self-invention.)

As an aside, one paper left, due in two days. I do not understand the question that needs to be addressed – it would help if I did the readings and watched the lectures. I shall sigh relieved regret when this course is done. It has been enlightening, but three at one time has been time-consuming, especially this one with its papers. MOOCs are receiving  a lot of discourse in academia now – discussing relevancy, efficacy, and impact. Personally, after a year of MOOCs, I am ready to start the paperwork to formally apply for an online Masters degree …yes, I am finally open to the possibilities recreating myself despite being forty…

and you, are you still open to the possibilities…?

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“….And as regards method, the improviser employs the oldest in music-making…Mankind’s first musical performance couldn’t have been anything other than a free improvisation.” –Derek Bailey

Improvisation is to create something new within the confines of what is known and unknown. One who has the courage to improvise is one who can make their world survivable. Judith Butler points that often this improvisation comes out of necessity in order to act freely within the world on one’s own terms. This is not another Enlightenment, per se, but a step beyond  by recognizing the need to converge the biological and the cultural. In the same vein, but two hundred years prior, Charles Baudelaire also saw the need to improvise, to reinvent one’s self, in order to experience the world within the current order of society. Butler and Baudelaire both address the idea of being “open to the possibilities”.

How is it that Butler and Baudelaire can be centuries apart while still echoing the same sentiment? Perhaps, part of this answer resides in the fact that both are addressing a sense of desire to be of the world, but not confined by its constraints. Butler writes, “The fact that desire is not fully determined corresponds with the psychoanalytic understanding that sexuality is never fully captured by any regulation.” [1] Butler believes that sexuality must remain static in its definition, not to be solely defined by biology or society. “On the contrary, it emerges precisely as an improvisational possibility within a field of constraints.” [2] The constraints of society must be considered, but for true equality they must not define how a person is identified.

“All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation.” ~ Charles Baudelaire [3]

Baudelaire often wrote of the importance of beauty. This was not a beauty created by nature, but a beauty created by she who dared to be created. “All that I am saying about nature as an evil counselor in questions of morality, and about reason as the real redemptive and reformative force, may be transported into the order of beauty.”[4] Baudelaire sees ‘true nature’ as ugly, it is only through recreating identity  that one can escape, “Art is necessary to correct the natural state of man, which on the physical level is unattractive and on the spiritual level is a state of original sin.”[5] Baudelaire, therefore, championed the idea of creating identity, to be a “dandy”. [on dandism] “Above all else, it is the burning need to create an originality for oneself, a need contained within the exterior limits of convention.”[6]

As stated before, Baudelaire and Butler’s writings address desire. Butler approaches desire from the Hegelian tradition linking desire to recognition. It is only through this recognition that we are then seen as viable humans. [7] Butler, however, sees a problem with this type of identification because often this recognition as human is restricted by social norms. What happens with the human who defies these norms? Butler states in this week’s video that it is important not to celebrate our differences, but to be open to the possibility of a more inclusive environment where all can be recognized. Butler sees improvisation as imperative, so one does not become victim of norms. Butler wants us to acknowledge the norms, and from that, create an identity. Butler seems to be asking us to be artistic with our own life.

Baudelaire was artistic with his life. He practiced the art of poetry and the art of living creatively. He plunged into the world either as himself or someone else; life was bearable when one recognized the possiblities. As Baudelaire penned in the poem, “Crowds”: “Multitude, solitude: synonymous terms and convertible by the active and creative poet. He who cannot people his solitude, cannot be alone in a busy crowd.”[8] He recognized the freedom of the artist who dared to be a man of the world; to be in the crowd without getting defined by its standards.

 

[1] Butler, Judith, Undoing Gender (2004).

[2] Ibid

[3]Baudelaire, Charles, The Painter of Modern Life, ”In Praise of Make Up” (1863).

[4] Ibid

[5] Ibid

[6] Baudelaire, Charles, The Painter of Modern Life, “The Dandy” (1863).

[7] Butler, Judith, Undoing Gender (2004).

[8] Baudelaire, Charles, Spleen of Paris, “Crowds”

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