Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

we move


To Merce Cunningham, one of the 20th century's greatest dancers and choreographers, this simple fact was cause for celebration, reflection, and his life's work. He died on Sunday at the age of ninety, still dancing into his 70's and still active in the dance world until his death, choreographing work that will long outlive him. His enduring legacy will mostly be defined by his insistence that movement, in and of itself, is enough to justify the art of dance. This was a revolutionary idea when he entered the dance world in 1939, when conventional wisdom held that dance needed to follow and depict a narrative. (Just as today few in our culture, perhaps poets alone, it sometimes seems, and perhaps not even all poets, understand that poetry can be experienced primarily through sound, and even if there is no clear, easily deciphered, or linear narrative or "meaning," a good poem always offers something to savor: the sound of words.) Cunningham's was a sensual world and to enter it was to be elevated into a closer relationship with one's own body and senses.

His impact also includes his frequent collaborations with artists of other genres, including musicians, visual artists, poets, and architects. Again, this was a new idea when Cunningham was discovered by the modern dance pioneer, Martha Graham in the 1940's. Still today such collaborations are rare. Below is a video of his work with the artist with whom he created dozens of collaborations, the musician John Cage, who was also his life partner for five decades until Cage's death in 1992. Their work together included the innovative practice of Cage composing music and Cunningham choreographing dance independently of each other and then performing the two simultaneously on stage.  


  


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(Also see Merce Cunningham Dance Company and Mr. Cunningham's essay, "Space, Time, and Dance.")

Monday, May 25, 2009

siren's new issue!

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photo by Gundega Dege
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Finally... it's issue six!

POETS Michelle Bitting * Mark Cunningham * Valerie Fox * Amy King * Ryan Laks * Gareth Lee * Karyna McGlynn * Natasha K. Moni * Sally Molini * Cait Rappel * Paul Siegell * Elizabeth Volpe

ARTISTS Gundega Dege * Matina Stamatakis * Lafayette Wattles

& News & Notes from former contributing authors and artists Arlene Ang, Kristy Bowen, Stephanie Dickinson, Jehanne Dubrow, Jeannine Hall Gailey, Ira Joel Haber, Dorianne Laux, Rachel Loden, Kiki Petrosino, Peter Schwartz, and Alex Stolis
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Monday, January 26, 2009

very cool cows

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I have a new friend who is very cool, and this very cool friend has a very cool website/blog. Actually, two very cool websites/blogs. You can check out the first site, which the drawing above is from, here at somecows. The second one is a suitable surprise, and its link can be found on "somecows," whose name, by the way, reminds me of a great Bob Hicok poem ("great Bob Hicok poem" -- how redundant) called "My new neighbor." An excerpt:


The cow had a metal tag in its ear,
orange with the black numeral 42.
... 42 has large brown eyes and lives in a field
beside a small Presbytarian church.
I guess this makes 42 a God fearing cow
and all cows have large brown eyes if 73 and 12
are a fair sampling. They pretty much do
what 42 does seven days a week, which is eat
and which suggests they are atheists after all.
... It is comforting to talk
to large animals, whether they listen or not.
I said, it is comforting to talk to large animals
whether they listen or not.


(from This Clumsy Living)
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I think I'll take this opportunity to say eat butternut squash, not cows.
Or at least less cows, more butternut squash.
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Sunday, January 04, 2009

an old rule for a new year

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Thou Shalt Not Treat People Like Dirt

Just yesterday I came across the work of artist Andy Kehoe, who is the painter of the (above) wonderful painting with the compellingly straightforward statement-title. When I find poems, paintings, and all kinds of other art I never experienced before, if it just penetrates me and my day as if I never saw a painting ever before, never read a poem before, living seems, if only for a few minutes, completely elevated. That's what the dazzling, hypnotic work by this artist did. And does. Follow these links to view his blog, go to his website, or check out his store where signed prints are sold.
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Thursday, August 14, 2008

with love to street artists

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the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls
- Paul Simon

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In Pittsburgh recently a nineteen year-old graffiti artist was charged with offenses that could have resulted in him spending twenty-five years in a maximum-security prison. The judge sentenced him to five years, which was met with sighs of relief from some who were somewhat sympathetic to the youth. I am going to guess that these people have never visited a county jail, let alone a maximum-security prison, let alone served any time in either. Five years is a long time. And for a relatively benign property crime. I suppose I should not be surprised: property is God in what is probably the most ruggedly capitalist society on earth.
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As a practical matter I certainly understand that without laws protecting property and proprietors, a necessary modicum of order could not be ensured, but I've always wondered about this idea of ownership. How can anyone really own much of anything? Whether one believes in God, or in evolution, or both, or neither.... no person ever created any of the land that now people in groups calling themselves nation-states claim as theirs, and within those nation-states the leaders and laws of those nations also claim to have the right to give individuals the right to buy and sell pieces of that land as one's own. It all seems quite arbitrary to me: how have some gotten that right to claim land as theirs, and the right to then sell some of that land to some chosen few? Victory in violent conflict. Might may not make right but it is the origin of property rights, which are then mythologized into something beyond question by systems of commerce, consumerism, language, the construction of hierarchies, and to reference a recent post, even pop-culture staples, such as Monopoly, to name just one icon to which we become habituated. For a rabidly supposed-Christian country, we might be in lock-step with a few conveniently chosen details from the Old Testament, but we're a long way from Jesus' commandment to give our coats, as well, to the person who asks for our shirts.


Last weekend I got involved in a somewhat heated debate about the subject of graffiti and street art. My attempts to assert the importance, the political relevance, the very necessity of art were countered by, "then they should put it on a canvas." To which I was unable to ever say, "and how many people would ever see it?" (Not to mention, "Not that it would give much art the exposure it can get on the 'street,' but does 'they should put it on a canvas,' mean you support greater funding for the National Endowment for the Arts and other taxpayer funded art initiatives, education, and distribution?" ) I did get to at least flirt with a discussion about how the very act of putting art in illegal places is performing one of the functions of art, which is to push the envelope, to cause questioning, to express and give form to dissent, but that truth didn't find any takers at the dinner table.


Artists in general don't get much love these days, as many of us endeavoring in poetry know all too intimately, but although our work may motivate rejection slips from editors, stir some unease in our mothers, raise a hair or two of controversy from time to time, and raise some random eyebrows a bit more often than from time to time, I don't think most of us are in much danger of being thrown in the Big House for what we write. At least not in this country. At least not yet. Let's take care to make certain that never happens by letting our lawmakers, as well as our friends, families, and others, know that while laws protecting property may indeed have their place, art is by far the more valuable commodity.





Both of the above by the artist a1one, in Tehran.



In Paris.



In Bay Ridge, Brooklyn.


An abandoned gas station rebirthed by Jennifer Marsh.


In Perugia, Italy; by Phorm.



In Lebanon.

In Barcelona.




And of course there are those masters like Keith Haring who "started," in part, on the streets. His work is now framed and "owned" by many wealthy collectors and some of the most prestigious museums in the world.



Many of the above images were found on the following sites: Graffiti on Oil , The Wooster Street Art Collective, and Art Crimes. Along with other sites like the Iranian Street Art Report, Dan Witz Street Art (he's amazing), and Urban Art Movement, they are really worth checking out. Wooster is an especially great starting point, and has many links to awe inspiring art and artists.



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Sunday, August 03, 2008

blogging smarties

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The last special George Carlin did for HBO was called It's Bad for Ya. The following posts, I'm convinced, are Good for Ya.
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Life Above Ground , by Tim Keane

13 Facts About Bob Hicok, by Steven Schroeder: Not only one of the best things I've read about my favorite living poet, but hilarious too.

Sam Rasnake's series of posts, Music to Live By, as well as a photo and a certain quote from Pulp Fiction (okay, yeah, yeah, the quote's original source is the Bible, but it's so much more fun in this context. And I'm thinking maybe just maybe, disaoppointed with some of the writers who claimed to be speaking for God and penning GOD's literature, She created Quentin Tarantino.)

Civil Rights, Who Gets Them and How Often, by Amy King, who hands down has the best and dare-I-say most relevant and important blog in any sphere

Daniel Nester's Just on the Morning News: "Takin' Care of Jesus" with a link to Amy King's take on the subject, as well. Daniel Nester's project is good ol' political fun, and so is Amy's descriptive article.
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Michi Gabriel's just plain funny Sunday Morning Visitor.
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And if you haven't seen Nick Courtright's Tier 3 definitely check it out. It's a higher species than the blog.






Read a politically relevant take on Monopoly on Tim Keane's blog

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Also seen on the poetry blogosphere:

Michi Gabriel's little gem, "I may be the biggest female fool in the world, but at least i'm not a man"


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Friday, July 18, 2008

free speech


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My friend and innovative-artist-extraordinaire Peter Schwartz has a chapbook of his work, both visual art and poetry (published by Barnwood Press) , up online, free for all to see and love.


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empress, by peter schwartz

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If you haven't read Amy King's Kiss Me with the Mouth of Your Country yet, ohhhh you really must. It is also free (!) online, and besides having what has to be one of the best titles ever, has an achingly beautiful cover photograph. Here's what I said about the chapbook somewhere else: This is so good it broke my heart into a thousand little peices and I was hit so hard by some of these poems that I dropped some of those little peices along the way and am still trying to find them. Oh, that Amy King.

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And bravo to Dusie Press for publishing, along with Amy's Kiss Me, all of the following chapbooks that you can read online or download at no charge. Among these authors are a few contributors to Siren and other riteous babes.

a bodyfeel lexicon. (queen/bozek) dimestore operetta say. (bowen) developing poetic ideas. (chirot) time space repetition. (armentrout) vie et pli. (giovenale) afar buzzing stars. (scappettone)ekphrastic celebrity I (daly) props of henwifery. (sprague) digress into residency. (berridge) laced with forethought. (murphy) postcard of the. (tate) I posit no. (fieled)erratogenic paraparasitic postpoem. (goodland) erotic false consciousness. (ward) first swifts come. (schaeppi)will be waxing. (art) (carignan) flamenco pierced her. (tabios)a citizen I. (snyder) engirth, discorrupt, linger. (workman) correspondence, obscure, reveal. (fletcher)enhanced ego-interference patterning. (orange) fairly clear the. (boyer) telephone as intermediary. (hunter)vista of verdancy. (stengel) pale blue twilight. (phipps) (an historical site) magi.little decisions thrumming. (boykoff) writing records eden. (farr) production of hormones. (marcacci)our crops far-flung. (sand) going not gone. (hofer) informed by light. (compton) my embroidery she. (abulhassan)ruby large enow. (gardner) composition as process. (hayes) like you tiger-shock. (smith) distance presence print. (pusateri) certain fields escape. (muench/allegrezza) fragile engines flashing. (detorie)the great desire. (nakayasu) behold a glimmering. (quimba) splendid drifts of. (kunz)salt, line, obedience. (cox/cox-farr) eyes glass hands. (lamoureux)template, some vicissitude. (mauro) little red song-book. (newman) imagistic kinetic dizzy. (stamatakis) a need for. (behm-steinberg) gaga futurism pales. (cooper) a lavish spectacle. (deming)him, wings adjacent. (heide) hands half face. (king) presently be said. (stempleman) known as "we". (nelligan)underground I go. (graham) adorn honour bright. (mangold) paced awning graces. (klinger) courting in earnest. (spahr) grew inside we. (madison) a running plotline. (janssen)

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Saturday, June 28, 2008

you lost a lot when you lost me

* George Carlin 1937-2008


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(All of the above quotes link to an article about George Carlin or a transcript of one of his monologues. Particularly good, I think, is the Rolling Stone magazine article and interview from 1972 which is linked to from the fourth quote -- "I think it's the duty..." -- and a transcript of his famous monologue, "Filthy Words," better known as "Seven Dirty Words," which the FCC took all the way to the Supreme Court, which is linked to from the sixth quote, "By and large...")
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Saturday, December 22, 2007

The Really Really Really Real

is the title of a poem, by the super-cool-poet-super-cool-guy Matt Hart, that appears in the most recent issue of Siren (read the poem here), but this title could also be used to describe the sculpture of Ron Mueck, a hyper-realism genius from Australia, whose life-size and often larger-than-life-size work (shown below) is being featured at The Warhol museum in Pittsburgh from now until the 30th of March.









The exhibition showcases seven of Mueck's sculptures that were created between 2001 and 2006. (By the way, if you decide to visit the museum in my hometown, let me know so we can meet for coffee or cocktailing, or if you need any kind of information on where to stay, poetry readings in the area, setting up a reading of your own, etc., etc.)





Mueck and his work, and some discussion of it, has also shown up on Brent Goodman's blog, as well as Deborah Ager's.
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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

art, old & new

Vermeer, Maid Sleeping


The Age of Rembrandt: Dutch Painters Between 1600 and 1700

The curator of this show, Walter Liedtke, was on Charlie Rose some time last week, and he was brilliant. Understated, with a gentle intellectual demeanor, he looked like a cross between Hitler and George F. Will, but seemed to be of a whole different species than the first, and a breed apart from the second. He was so knowledgeable about Dutch culture and larger European life around the 1600's, and had such an absorbing understanding of art, that all of a sudden Rembrandt seemed like this young, up-and-coming, fresh new artist -- From the hour-long interview, I'm betting this show will shed new light and ignite a new appreciation of this master and his talented contemporaries.




Lights, Camera, Action!
At the Amsterdam Whitney Gallery (511 West 25th Street Chelsea NYC) 'til the 2nd of January.
Includes work by Siren contributor and a personal and popular favorite, Peter Schwartz,
whose "The Ninth Key" is below.


Thursday, November 22, 2007

that for which i'm thankful, a-z

Photo above by Bobby Diba

A: Art. Anyone who can find me a copy of Sinead O'Connor's original version of "This is a Rebel Song."

B: Baryshnikov. That my Blog is working again. Babies of all sorts of species.


C: Children. The movie Crash. Cherry Slurpees. Charlie Rose. Cleaning products.

D: Dance. Daisies.

E: Elephants (the real kind, not the "GOP" kind) . The next Editor who accepts some of my work. Evolution.

F: Frost.

G: Louise Glück's chapbook-length poem, October. Gorillas.

H: Honeysuckle. Half Nelson.

I: Irony. Ice. Especially the polar-ice-cap kind.

J: Jezebel, one of my cats.

K: Kevin, Claire, and Caroline, as sweet as they are adorable, as redemptive as they are sweet.

L: Lucille Clifton's work.

M: Matt Hart, Tim Keane, and Mark Cunningham, who kept me company during the past few weeks while I put together Siren's new issue (which will be out any minute now). Metaphor.

N: Neko Case's Blacklisted. "No."

O: Oceans.


P: Photography. 'Like the heartbreaking, beautiful photo at the top of this post, by Bobby Diba. Postal mail. Perri. Poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry. My sweetsouled Po-blog-com, especially Michi, Nic, and Jehanne. My Pittsburgh Steelers.

Q: Queen Riley.

R: Rubyfruit Lulu (one of my two cats). Raising Sand by Robert Plant and Alison Krauss.

S: Stephanie, who shares life boats with me. Stephanie who waited tables with me, went to college with me, went from Pennsylvania to Montana, and all the states in between, with me, and all the way back with me, and somewhere in the Dakotas taught me how to pee outside. Stephanie, who, after I moved and moved again and we lost touch with each other, googled me and emailed me, life boat in tact. Sinead O'Connor's She who dwells in the secret place of the most high shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.


T: Trees. This Clumsy Living, by Bob Hicok.

V: Van Morrison.

W: Warmth. Wilco.

X: xoxo

Y: "Yes."

Z: Zevon, not here long enough, but here more than most.

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TO BE CONTINUED

Thursday, November 08, 2007

how things, and people, burn


The above, titled pyromania, a study on the nature of burning is by Peter Schwartz, whose work I just love. I just added a link to his website on this blog's sidebar, under "Workers of the World Unite: Artists of Other Genres," and since I've just decided to start to somewhat-regularly post "spotlights"-of-sorts on various poets, artists, and organizations from my sidebar, I thought I'd start with Peter, because I soooo wanted to post this new piece of his. He's a nice guy, too. So I encourage you to visit his website, check out more of his work in Siren, and send him enthusiastic emails overflowing with support and adoration. But seriously, like most art of all genres, what he does is a labor of love, and we all like to know it's appreciated, so never hesitate to send artists a little love back their way.
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Dustin Hoffman, who I pretty much worship, has talked about how he still marvels at, and is confused and bewildered by, the fact that he now receives millions of dollars every time he does the exact same work that he once could only hope that maybe someone in the small community theater audience would notice. Maybe buy him a cup of coffee. Maybe write a positive review in a small 'zine. When I go to a movie theater, I often think the film I see is well worth the eight dollars I pay for the opportunity. But certainly, if we pay that eight dollars every week or so, pay twenty dollars for every cd we buy, pay a few hundred dollars on NetFlix or buying DVDs every year, pay thirty dollars for every new hardcover novel we buy, pay twenty, fifty, one-hundred-and-fifty, to see a live concert, certainly the least we can do when we see a painter's work or read a poem or hear music in the subway that resonates with us is to in some small way show that artist that his or her work is appreciated and supported, as well. There's just so much beauty out there.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

musicians


by caravaggio


Monday, September 03, 2007

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

current favorite things




Words: Whereas by supposing they have given up themselves to the absolute arbitrary power and will of a legislator, they have disarmed themselves, and armed him to make a prey of them when he pleases. - John Locke

All tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people of good conscience to remain silent. - Thomas Jefferson

Art: Mel Kadel (un-scared, above) (see more of her work or buy a t-shirt here)

Books: The Assault on Reason, by Al Gore (a must must read; the likes of Locke and Jefferson would bow.)
This Clumsy Living, by Bob Hicok (blistering, tender, "a softness of phantom limbs marching through the forest," a shiver, an assault on silence, a brilliant ballet of words, life on a page.)

Music: Beautiful Maladies, by Tom Waits, and his song "Hold On" (God bless your crooked little heart) ; The Wishing Chair, by 10,000 Maniacs (a for-as-long-as-I-can-remember-favorite, favorite again, like a lot of these actually); Death Cab for Cutie's self-titled cd; the somewhat stray Alanis Morrisette songs "Offer," and "Still" (Her perception of God -- I am the harm which you inflict, I am your brilliance and frustration, I'm the nuclear bombs if they're to hit... I am your misfits and your praised, I am your grasping and expectation. I see you cheering on the war, I see you ignoring your children, I see you abusing the land, I see you and your selective amnesia, And I love you still. I am your fury and your elation, I am your yearning and your sweat... I am your crisis and delight, I am your death and your decisions, I am your passion and your plights. I see you holding your grudges, I see you gunning them down, I see you silencing your sisters, I see you lie to your country, and forcing them out. I see you blaming each other, And I love you still.) Oh, and once again, and again & again & again... Whatever, by Aimee Mann, super especially "I've Had It." (Listen to some or all of the cd here.)

Observations: My cat Ruby has learned how to chase her tail in the conventional way -- circles that are horizontal to the floor. Up until today, she always did it in a way that I've never seen another cat attempt -- 'like doing somersaults, 'circles that were verticle to the floor. (She is soooo entertaining.) Fortunately, despite her newly gained knowledge, she seems to prefer her own unique brand of tail-chasing. (I like that I've raised a cat who thinks for herself. *grin*)

Watching my neices and nephews growing up. (And come to think of it, it's pretty rewarding when I give myself the opportunity to watch myself grow up, as well.)

People: My eighteen-year-old neice; a baby named Kendall 's mom, my old and new friend, Stephanie; John Edwards, Al Gore.

New Find:The Journal of Aesthetics & Protest


Monday, July 02, 2007

some new favorite things





  • Words: The most recent issues of The Southern Poetry Review and Agni; The Great Shame byThomas Kineally; the poem/chapbook October by Louise Gluck; poets Jack Boettcher, Elizabeth Volpe, Alex Stolis, and all the work in the most recent issue of Siren

  • Music: The soundtrack to the film Prairie Home Companion; some old music from the 80's that I hadn't listened to in a long time, like Robyn Hitchcock and the Throwing Muses; "Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon," by Urge Overkill, "Flinch," by Alanis Morisette, "Waiting on a Friend," by Rolling Stones (one of my favorite songs since I was about five but hadn't listened to it in a while), and "Extraordinary Machine," by Fiona Apple.

  • Art: Caravaggio

  • Film: The Land Girls; The Fever; Sicko

  • People: a baby named Kendall; John Edwards

  • Miscellany: The squirrels and chipmunks (which I found out are actually a type of squirrel, or so I think says one of my college animal behavior textbooks when it says "genus Tamias") that live or at least hang out in my backyard and under my back porch, especially this one little black squirrel (my favorites) who is not at all shy and that I could watch for hours. He runs up this huge tree and then right back down, and then about ten yards and under my porch, where he'll be for about a minute and then right back to the tree, repeating the whole thing over again and again. And I swear he works in tandem with this little chipmunk out there. The best thing is that when I go to get into my car, there are always a bunch of empty peanut shells all around my car -- and on my car, especially in this space right below the wondshield wipers. Jezebel and Rubyfruit Lulu (my cats) also like watching them from a window or behind the storm door or whatever those outside-the-regular-door doors are called -- their heads going from right to left to right, back and forth, 'completely absorbed. The only downside to all of this is that now, everyday, as soon as the sun comes up, and I do mean as soon as, Ruby wakes me up by running over me like I'm furniture, and then by going and sitting by the back door and crying until I get up and open the door so she can watch all these little animals out there. So now, instead of waking up at about 8 to get ready, or 11 on weekends, I'm awake by 6:00 in the morning, which is an ungodly early hour, and which cuts into me watching Charlie Rose the night before (on from 11:30 -12:30), because I just can't stay awake past midnight. And missing Charlie Rose makes me cranky. But I can sit on my back porch or in the grass under the sun when I get cranky -- and watch the squirrels, which is so therapeutic, so it all works out. What I'm losing in terms of intellect maybe I'll gain in peace of mind. Hmmm.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Siren's Second Issue

The second issue of Siren is up and (exciting-ly) features poetry from the wonderfully talented Dorianne Laux, Oliver de la Paz, Bruce Covey, Robyn Art, Laurel K. Dodge, Erin Martin, Kiki Petrosino, Nick Courtright, and Dan Raphael, as well as showcasing the artwork of Melanie Faith, and a twenty-two peice retrospective of the accomplished artist Ira Joel Haber (whose drawing "Washington Square" is below). Check the issue out, enjoy it, and let us know what you think. And we just looove our writers and artists, so I'll make sure they know how much you love them too (*grin*) if you let me know.

During the next week, we will be updating the site overall with a few improvements and additions (a "contributors' news" page, etc.) , so visit again soon to see some new features.

And if you haven't yet seen Siren's first issue, view it in our archives. We would not have been able to have such a good showing for the second issue if it weren't for the success of our inaugural issue, and that success is due to the generous contributions of such great poetry, prose, and art by Matt Hart, Rachel Loden, Daniel Nester, Amy King, David Hernandez, Jenny Boully, Scott Odom, Glenn Ingersoll, AnnMarie Eldon, Kathryn Rantala, Laurel K. Dodge, and Jacob Kedzierski. (Thank you again, so so much, to these innovative pillars and sweet souls.)

We'll be posting our nominations for a Best of the Net anthology on Siren next week, and you can see them here, too, around that time.

Cheers.


Saturday, July 15, 2006

Playlist & Poetry


I've been thinking about how specific works in a given artform might correspond with specific works in another artform. I used to be a dancer, and sometimes if I was bored somewhere and didn't have any music, I would sort of choreograph something in my head, and then after I had imagined enough of it, I would think about what music was right for it. I think that's the same thing as what I've been thinking about lately, but that was always fairly easy. And of course even easier was to hear some music and choreograph to that, but that's a slightly different thing, because one of the works was being created under the influence of the other.

What I've been thinking about lately just to give myself something to think about while I stand in line at a store, or brush my teeth, etc., is more like, hmmm, What film or films sort-of "correspond" with Frost's poem, "Acquainted with the Night?" And I'll start thinking of film-noir.

Here's a partial list of what I've been listening to lately, and the corresponding poems:

"Metal Heart," by Cat Power .... "November Life," by Tony Hoagland

"Extraordinary Machine," by Fiona Apple .... "Lady Lazarus," by Sylvia Plath

"A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall," by Bob Dylan (or remake by Edie Brickell) .... "A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall," by Bob Dylan

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"Not Ready to Make Nice," by the Dixie Chicks
(yes, seriously. I never thought I'd be listing one of their songs on a playlist of mine, yet alone admit it, but I read a lot of great things about their latest CD, and was curious if Right-Wing-Wrath could really deepen and improve musicians, and based on this song, I'm not embarrassed to say "Yes." And good to know that powerful & over the top corporate right-wing radio has done something good, right?)
.... ? Haven't come up with a poem yet though ....

What are your ideas?
And for any other song, film, painting, etc....