Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. 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.")

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

raindrops on roses & whiskers on kittens

Tonight was the perfect night to take a walk: after days of temperatures down in the single digits (farenheit) with the wind chill, tonight was 55 degrees. And raining just enough for a mist. I love walking in rain, and below 50 degrees or so, light misty rain is the best. And it looked so film noir outside too. Unfortunately, I couldn't take a walk because I've had a cold that had started to go away before I then went out on Saturday night and it came back with a vengeance. sigh.

But I had a great night nonetheless. I finally figured out a Beethoven peice on the piano that had been being very uncooperative with my hands for months until tonight. I love muscle memory.

And I got some good news after I finally submitted a few poems the other night, after a fairly long dry spell, not of writing, but of sending my work out for publication. I've always had some strange reluctance about submitting, that I think has something to do with that fear, that I've heard some other poets (and writers, artists, etc.) express as well, that every time I write something that I consider of some value, it will be the last half-decent thing I'll ever write. That seems to lead to some strange hoarding behavior that I don't seem to have with anything else. 'As if I won't have anything left to submit, so I better save my better work for some nebulous someday. But a few days ago I finally overcame that bad habit and submitted to elimae, a journal I've respected for quite a while: its content is consistently fresh, innovative, and genuinely eclectic. I've also always liked its clean look that seems to reflect a professionalism that it has maintained for a long time -- at a time when literary magazines come and go so often and so quickly, elimae has been around since the nineties, a long time for an online publication. Only a couple of days after I submitted my work, the editor emailed me back with an acceptance. I'm quite pleased -- so much so that I immediately put together another submission for another magazine. I'm determined to turn this into a good habit of not letting my work sit in my drawer or hard drive and age for years as if its wine, before doing my best to get it out there. The work accepted for elimae, which is quite new actually, will appear in the journal's next issue which is due out in only a week or two. (If you would ever like to nag me with questions of whether I've been keeping up with what Anne Sexton called the business of words, please feel free.)

And of course I still got to open my windows and enjoy some unseasonably warm sweater-weather, and hear the rain.
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Sunday, August 03, 2008

blogging smarties

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READ THESE POSTS.
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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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Monday, July 28, 2008

meme from sam: books, film/tv, music

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Sam Rasnake tagged me for the following questions. Except for titles, whatever is in itallycs I'm quoting from Sam.
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the last book I purchased: Native Son, by Richard Wright

the last film / network series I purchased : Being almost as poor as mice, I haven't purchased one in what's too long to remember, so I'll take liberties here and answer for the last film or tv series I've downloaded, which would be Season One of the brilliant, subversive, and powerful Showtime series, Dexter.

the last music or spoken word recording I purchased : Again, I've downloaded or received as gifts most of my recently acquired music, but I think the most recent collection I've purchased was Wilco's CD released about a year ago.

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As an adult, the following selections have influenced or impacted me the most...

the book: the ONE single book? wow. I'm not sure I really know; not sure I could choose just one, but if I had to, I guess I'd say Anne Sexton's Complete Poems. And if I had to choose a single book of hers, Love Poems for possibly more reasons that just this, but that was the first book of hers I read, which then prompted me to buy the complete collection. Yes, Love Poems it is. Oh, and even though I'm agnostic, I could never underestimate the impact the New Testament, which I learned first, and primarily, as a child, has had on me: so many of my values reflect so much of it, not to mention my politics. Oh, but Sam did specify "as an adult."

film / network series: I'd have to say Charlie Rose on PBS: there are films, and even a few television shows, that have had more of an immediate emotional impact on me, and it's hard not to choose one of those, but honestly the vast amount of knoweldge and insight presented on that show about such a wide array of issues, and for almost fifteen years (how long I've been watching it), has provided me with an education that I might compare roughly to my college education. Quite possibly even moreso. I'm certain I cannot even really begin to comprehend its impact.

music / spoken word recording: Another really difficult one. The Wishing Chair by 10,000 Maniacs. Although it could just as easily be a few others by REM, Tori Amos, etc.

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I think tomorrow I'll probably tag Tim, Nick, Paul, Jehanne, and Michi, who has great taste in music. But anybody/everybody: Leave a comment -- I'd be interested to see what answers are out there, especially to the second half of the questions.
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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

Sunday, August 12, 2007

new day's resolution

Look: trees sky around me

Listen: quiet
i would be good (alanis), something from the mission, bob hicok's poem "happy anniversary"
water
someone talking, someone's breathing

Touch: water grass

Feel: movement dance

Taste: rain (if it does), something from my (tiny little but nonetheless) garden

Smell: honeysuckle or lavender ("something god made")

Remember:
learning means not only being open to what i don't know, but about what i think i do
body as instrument, not object or adornment
what regret feels like


play the piano, meditate, just be

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.

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

and....

"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....