Archive - September, 2011

The Sunday Poem: Jean Valentine

 

 

 

In Prison

 

In prison
without being accused

 

or reach your family
or have a family            You have

 

conscience
heart trouble

 

asthma
manic-depressive

 

(we lost the baby)
no meds

 

no one
no window

 

black water
nail-scratched walls

 

your pure face turned away
embarrassed

 

you
who the earth was for.

 

 

 

 

About Jean Valentine

Jean Valentine was born in Chicago, earned her B.A. from Radcliffe College, and has lived most of her life in New York City. She won the Yale Younger Poets Award for her first book, Dream Barker, in 1965. Her eleventh book of poetry is Break the Glass, just out from Copper Canyon PressDoor in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems 1965 – 2003 was the winner of the 2004 National Book Award for Poetry.

Valentine was the State Poet of New York for two years, starting in the spring of 2008. She received the 2009 Wallace Stevens Award from the Academy of American Poets, a $100,000 prize which recognizes outstanding and proven mastery in the art of poetry. Valentine has received a Guggenheim Fellowship and awards from the NEA, The Bunting Institute, The Rockefeller Foundation, The New York Council for the Arts, and The New York Foundation for the Arts, as well as the Maurice English Prize, the Teasdale Poetry Prize, and The Poetry Society of America’s Shelley Memorial Prize in 2000. She has also been awarded multiple residencies at The MacDowell Colony.
Valentine has taught at Sarah Lawrence College, the Graduate Writing Program of New York University, Columbia University, and the 92nd Street Y in Manhattan.

Poet Adrienne Rich said, “Looking into a Jean Valentine poem is like looking into a lake: you can see your own outline, and the shapes of the upper world, reflected among rocks, underwater life, glint of lost bottles, drifted leaves. The known and familiar become one with the mysterious and half-wild, at the place where consciousness and the subliminal meet.This is a poetry of the highest order, because it lets us into spaces and meanings we couldn’t approach in any other way.”

For more information about Jean Valentine and her work, please visit her website.

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“In Prison” © Jean Valentine. This poem originally appeared in The New Yorker and was reprinted with permission by the author and Copper Canyon Press. “In Prison” appears in Valentine’s most recent collection Break the Glass.


 

On Crows

Crow Flying

Here in New Hampshire the air has turned chilly, and frost warnings are popping up across the state. Autumn in New England means birds are on the move. The climax of the migration season is the departure of the broad-winged hawks in mid-September when thousands of broad-wings leave New Hampshire en masse, gliding from one thermal to the next.

Each fall I find myself torn between the lure of the outdoors and the creative work that needs to be done inside. Today is no exception. I was going to share another article with you, one on photography, but my plans have been derailed by birds–crows to be more precise.

Migrating Crows

Photo by Michelle Aldredge (Click to Enlarge)

 

Photo by Michelle Aldredge (Click to Enlarge)

 

New Hampshire Clouds

Photo by Michelle Aldredge (Click to Enlarge)

It’s funny how certain sounds become so embedded in the places we live. At Skyfield, I’m familiar with the bubbly call of the red-winged black birds and bobolinks when they arrive in early spring, the croak of the first peepers in May, the chirr of the grasshoppers in August, the hoot of the barred owl hunting in the woods, and the slow rustle of the porcupine passing by my open window at night during the height of summer. I also know the subtle differences between the rumble of my neighbor’s truck cutting through the property and the truck of the nearby farmer who plows the driveway each winter.

But the sound I’m most attuned to is the chatter between the two resident crows, who live on the property year round. Crows have an extensive vocal repertoire–they can communicate alarm, defend their territory, relay messages about feeding or courtship, or demand that another bird come back and fight. Each day I wake up to the same two crows cawing to each other across the field. The dying tree near the marsh is their favorite place to perch during this sunrise, wake-up call.

During my morning walk, I watch the crows strut around the fresh-mowed field looking for seeds and insects. In early fall they gorge themselves on the fruit lying beneath the neglected apple tree. (For some reason, eating these tart, rotten apples makes the crows extra talkative. Is it possible they’re getting drunk? I wonder.)

Photo by Michelle Aldredge (Click to Enlarge)

 

New Hampshire

Photo by Michelle Aldredge (Click to Enlarge)

I’m fond of crows. They have a bad reputation because they’re smart, which often makes them pests to humans. Recent research has found some crow species capable not only of tool use but of tool construction as well. The New Caledonian Crow has been seen making ‘knives’ out of stiff leaves and stalks of grass, and dropping tough nuts into a busy street so cars will crush them open. In areas where crows are hunted, the birds can tell the difference between a hunter with a gun and a farmer with a shovel. They can also tell humans apart based on individual facial features. Crows can work together when an enemy invades their territory. They will send out alarm calls and mob the intruder until it flees.

Early this morning I knew something was amiss when I woke not to the familiar caw of Skyfield’s two crows, but to a noisy, cawing ruckus instead. Even from my bed, I knew there were strange birds on the property. Still half asleep, I threw on some clothes and grabbed my camera. Outside, I saw about thirty crows circling and diving overhead. They were chattering, perching in the tops of the pines, and riding the currents. In a nearby tree, I heard the excited “chwirk” of a red-tailed hawk. A red-tail can kill and eat a crow if it’s determined enough, so perhaps the flock was gathering in order to protect itself. Or maybe the crows were on the move and momentarily embroiled in a territorial dispute with the two birds who live here. It’s impossible to know.

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The Sunday Poem: John Poch

 

 

 

Forgiveness

 

Because justice must recede
like a page number
and because the dictionary of under
is a tedious read, more simply
consider the ground
as those who pour concrete
think of how it rained or will.

Consequently, consider the sky,
and pray like a murderer has died.
When a person dies,
it’s not a page ripped out
of a book. It’s a chapter
in another language
nearly written.

When toasting your rival,
let the glass fall
with your hand, but hold
the glass.
Give up because.

If we must bury the hatchet,
then you be the priest.

 

 

 

About John Poch

John PochJohn Poch is the author of three collections of poems, Two Men Fighting with a Knife, Poems, and most recently Dolls (Orchises Press 2009). He is also the co-author of Hockey Haiku: The Essential Collection. His poems have appeared in The Paris Review, Poetry, The New Republic, Yale Review, and other journals. He teaches in the creative writing program at Texas Tech University.

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“Forgiveness” © John Poch. This poem originally appeared in Meridian and was reprinted with permission by the author.

 

The Urban Frenzy of Olive Ayhens

Olive Ayhens, Urban Frenzy, 2010, watercolor and ink on paper 16" x 12.5" (Image Courtesy Adam Baumgold Gallery, Click to Enlarge)

Labor Day is behind us and school is in session, which means there are gallery shows galore opening this month. If you’re in New York and looking for an anecdote to all of the 9/11-themed shows currently on view, you should check out Olive Ayhens show “New York Drawings” at Adam Baumgold Gallery on the Upper East Side.

Ayhens’ neo-expressionist pen and ink and watercolor drawings are a knock-out: textured, original, and deliberately unruly. Working on location, Ayhens draws the lively center of New York City, personifying its skyscrapers in a style that is vigorous and playful, as well as idiosyncratic.

Olive Ayhens, Sweet Sky, 2007, watercolor and ink on paper 16" x 12.5" (Image Courtesy Adam Baumgold Gallery, Click to Enlarge)

 

Olive Ayhens, Wall Street Facing West, 2011, watercolor and ink on paper 18" x 12.5" (Image Courtesy Adam Baumgold Gallery, Click to Enlarge)


 

Olive Ayhens, Wall Street Facing West, 2011, watercolor and ink on paper 16" x 12.5" (Image Courtesy Adam Baumgold Gallery, Click to Enlarge)

In her newest series of stylized cityscapes, Ayhens combines fine ink lines with layered areas of watercolor. By incorporating multiple focal points into her images, she suspends viewers high above the topsy-turvy, urban landscape.

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The Sunday Poem: Peter Balakian

 

 

 

 

World Trade Center / Mail Runner / 73

 

There was no languor, no drowsy trade winds,
or stoned-out stupor of lapping waves,

only news, the big board of crime,
corporate raiding, selling short and long.

It didn’’t matter, I was no Ishmael.
I just hovered there in the thick of the material–—

at the edge of a skyline of money,
rising in a glass box.

It was comic to think Bachelard believed elevators
had destroyed the heroism of stair-climbing.

In the rush of soaring metallic, past the whiff of four-martini lunches,
up gearless traction in transparency,

waves of cool air coming from the vents.
At the 85th in a sky lobby we stalled out and the sun

flooded the glass/the river/the cliffs
Jersey was just gouache and platinum coming apart—–
a glistening smudge

and some nagging line from Roethke I’’d been reading–
circulating the air:
““It will come again. Be Still. Wait.””

 

 

 

 

About Peter Balakian

Peter Balakian is the author of six books of poems, most recently Ziggurat (University of Chicago Press 2010). His other books include June-tree: New and Selected Poems, 1974-2000, and Black Dog of Fate, which won the PEN/Albrand Prize for memoir. Balakian’s prizes and awards include a Guggenheim Fellowship and a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship. His work has been published widely in American magazines and journals, such as The NationThe New Republic, Partisan ReviewPoetry, and Art In America. Balakian has appeared on national television and radio programs, such as “ABC World News Tonight,” “The Charlie Rose Show,” “Fresh Air”; NPR’s “Weekend Edition,” CNN, and Leonard Lopate’s WNYC. He teaches at Colgate University.

In the late ’60s and ’70s, Balakian, a New Jersey native, worked as a mail runner in downtown Manhattan inside and around the World Trade Center. In his most recent poetry collection, Ziggurat, the author wrestles with the reverberations of 9/11 through a lens of personal memory, history, and myth. You can hear Balakian read from Ziggurat and discuss his recollections of the Towers in this NPR interview. For more information about Peter Balakian and his work, please visit his website.

 

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“World Trade Center / Mail Runner / 73” © Peter Balakian. This poem originally appeared in the Virginia Quarterly Review and was reprinted with permission by the author. “World Trade Center / Mail Runner / 73” appears in Balakian’s most recent collection Ziggurat, available in hardcover, paperback, and Kindle editions.

 

The Invisible Concerts of Everyday Life

How aware are we of sound as we move through the course of our day? Which sounds do we register and which do we ignore? Do we even give the subject much thought?

“Quintetto” by the Italian artist collective Quiet Ensemble is an intriguing blend of music, sound and installation art.

The piece is composed of five vertical aquariums, each containing a goldfish (hence the name “Quintet”). The movements of each fish are captured on video camera. Computer software then converts these movements into digital sounds. The live composition is always changing based on the movements of the fish. Like many of John Cage’s compositions, “Quintetto” relies heavily on the element of chance, chance contained within a specific, controlled environment. The piece is never the same twice because the movements of the five fish will always vary.

The Quiet Ensemble

 

 

 

 

Goldfish Orchestra

 

 


 
According to Quiet Ensemble, the idea behind “Quintetto” is to capture and reveal the “invisible concerts of everyday life.”
 In other words, to transform the commonplace sound of fish moving inside an aquarium into an unexpected live event. Technology is a tool to amplify natural movements and noises we might otherwise take for granted.

These videos of “Quintetto” are mesmerizing to watch. The first video is a short version of the piece, and it is quite different from the long version, which is much darker in tone. It’s worth watching both to get a sense of how variable performances of “Quintetto” can be. The music is by Fabio Sestili with electronics by the Pixel Orchestra. The piece was produced by Quiet Ensemble and Aesop Studio. (If you’re reading this article via email, click here to watch the footage).
 

Quintetto promo from Quiet ensemble on Vimeo.


 

Quintetto from Quiet ensemble on Vimeo.


 
Thanks to Christopher Jobson over at Colossal for turning me onto Quiet Ensemble’s work. To explore other projects by the Italian artist collective, you can visit the Quiet Ensemble website.

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Sonny Rollins: “It’s All about Space”

Today is the birthday of jazz legend Sonny Rollins. At the age of 81, Rollins is still touring, making new music, and recording records.

The long, remarkable career of Sonny Rollins is a good example of how sustaining it can be for an artist to have time alone to think, practice, and create. In 1959 Rollins shocked the jazz world when he took a three-year hiatus from recording and performing (This was only the first of several self-imposed exiles). During his sabbatical, he studied Eastern philosophy and focused on perfecting his craft. With no private practice space, Rollins played his saxophone on the Williamsburg Bridge instead. Upon his return to the jazz scene in 1962 he named his “comeback” album The Bridge as a tribute.

Sonny Rollins on the Williamsburg Bridge

“Music isn’t about thinking,” Rollins said in a recent video interview, “it’s meditation.” Jazz, he explained, gives him a “sense of abandon,” as well as “a sense of hope that things can be better.” Many years ago, Rollins fought and won his battle with heroine addiction. His active, public career of performing and recording is balanced by regular periods of solitude and reflection. When Rollins isn’t touring, he leads a quiet life on his farm in upstate New York. He also practices meditation and yoga regularly.

I suspect that it’s this combination of discipline, risk-taking, talent, openness, and focus that is the secret to Rollins’ success. Structure and solitude can give an artist the critical space they need to play, learn new skills, explore, and work at a deeper level. In the Buddhist tradition, our busy, over-active minds are often compared to a cloudy pond where the silt has been agitated. But if we’re patient and sit still long enough, the silt will eventually settle. The mind, like the water, will become clear again. Cultivating such mental clarity is especially important for those of us who want to remove roadblocks in our creative work and take new risks. As Rollins discovered, when we’re too focused on our public lives, our busy “careers,” and what others expect, we suffocate artistically.

I had the thrill of meeting Rollins in 2010 at The MacDowell Colony, where he received the Edward MacDowell Medal for his contribution to music. Although he had been traveling for several hours, an aura of equanimity and calmness surrounded him when he first arrived at the Colony. Once Rollins was settled in his guest quarters, I encouraged him to rest and to enjoy the garden and views of Mt. Monadnock. “You have plenty of time and space to relax before dinner,” I explained. “Ah…space,” he said with a grin. “It’s all about space.”

I’ve never forgotten that remark. “Space” is not only a musical philosophy, but a life philosophy, as well.

But enough words. I’d prefer to let Rollins’ music speak for itself. Here he is performing one of his best-known compositions, “St. Thomas.” (If you’re reading this in an email, click here to watch the video.)

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Where Art Fears to Tread

Photographer Carla Shapiro hand copied nearly 2,500 obituaries from the "New York Times" in honor of those who died in 9/11, a labor-intensive process which took five months to complete. The resulting photographs, "Obituaries to Prayer Flags," will be on view in four locations in New York this month. (Photo © Carla Shapiro)

As the 10th anniversary of 9/11 approaches, there is no shortage of news stories, official ceremonies, and tributes. But this weekend I’ve been contemplating how the arts community fits into all of this speechifying and memorializing. What is the artistic legacy of 9/11 now that it is a decade behind us?

September 11th is tricky creative territory. How can any artist convey the horror of that day without over-simplifying it or reducing it to some narcissistic, naval-gazing exercise?

It’s true that time has passed, but perhaps not enough time. Reactions to 9/11-themed fiction, art, music, and memorials remain passionate, emotional, and highly personal. We cannot help but view such works through the lens of our own experience, cannot help but compare art to memory. Art that dares to address the events of September 11th is often found lacking by comparison, but just as often it cuts too close to our recollections of that day, threatening to unearth some forgotten pain or fear. We cannot tolerate 9/11 art that feels shallow or untrue, but we are equally leery of art that is too faithful to reality. At one end of the spectrum lies criticisms of “self-indulgence” and “sentimentality,” and at the other, “crassness” and “insensitivity.”

We cannot tolerate 9/11 art that feels shallow or untrue, but we are equally leery of art that is too faithful to reality. (Eric Fischl's "Tumbling Woman" before it was removed from Rockefeller Center)

The fervent response to Eric Fischl’s bronze nude called “Tumbling Woman” — a piece in the tradition of Rodin’s “Martyr” and Aristide Maillol’s “The River” — is an excellent case in point. Fischl’s larger-than-life sculpture, which was dedicated to 9/11 victims, was barely installed at Rockefeller Center in 2009 when the complaints began pouring in. Rockefeller Center responded by putting curtains around the statue, and then removed the sculpture altogether. The lifespan of Fischl’s “Tumbling Woman” was a mere week.

As the Star-Ledger observes, images of the attacks of the World Trade Center are noticeably absent in the September 11th-themed gallery and museum shows opening this month, such as the upcoming exhibit “September 11″ at the Museum of Modern Art’s PS 1 annex in Queens. Out of the 70 images made by 41 artists, not one shows the burning towers burning or a plane flying into the World Trade Center. Curators remain convinced that these images are too raw and disturbing for most viewers.

	 Mary Lucier/San Francisco Museum of Modern Art  Mary Lucier's video installation of a sunrise over north Brooklyn in 1975, one of the works to be in MoMA PS1's "September 11." Most of the art in the show was made before the attacks.

Mary Lucier's video installation of a sunrise over north Brooklyn in 1975 is one of the works in the MoMA PS1 show "September 11." Most of the art in the show was made before 9/11. (Image courtesy Mary Lucier and The San Francisco Museum of Art)

In the months following September 11th, writers like Don DeLillo and Taylor Branch predicted that the event would change our actions for years to come and would finally put an end to our culture’s pervasive cynicism. But as Michiko Kakutani argues in her recent New York Times article, “the New Normal…[is] very much like the Old Normal, at least in terms of the country’s arts and entertainment.” Here are Kakutani’s thoughts on post-9/11 culture:

 

Ten years later, it is even clearer that 9/11 has not provoked a seismic change in the arts. While there were shifts in the broader culture — like an increasingly toxic polarization in our politics, and an alarming impulse to privilege belief over facts — such developments have had less to do with 9/11 than with the ballooning of partisanship during the Bush and Obama administrations, and with unrelated forces like technology,…which magnified the forces of democratization, relativism and subjectivity.

Economic worries — sparked by 9/11 and amplified by the 2008 Wall Street meltdown — accelerated trends already in place, including the Internet’s undermining of old business models in music and publishing. Warier than ever of taking risks, Hollywood looked even harder for special-effects extravaganzas that could readily find a global audience, and Broadway doubled down on shows starring big-name celebrities that could guarantee advance box office.

In response to 9/11, the artistic community quickly mobilized. Jane Rosenthal, Craig Hatkoff and Robert De Niro put together the Tribeca Film Festival (which had its 10th anniversary this spring) to help revitalize a ravaged Lower Manhattan. And musicians including Paul McCartney, Keith Richards, Mick Jagger, David Bowie, the Who and Jay-Z did a benefit concert at Madison Square Garden.

There was also an outpouring of art, like Bruce Springsteen’s “The Rising,” Neil Young’s “Let’s Roll” and Anne Nelson’s earnest play “The Guys.” Such works served useful purposes — cathartic commemoration, therapeutic expression, public rallying — but in retrospect, many of them now feel sentimental or heavy-handed…

Some eloquent or daring works of art about 9/11 and the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq eventually did emerge — most notably, Kathryn Bigelow’s harrowing film The Hurt Locker, about a bomb disposal squad in Iraq; Gregory Burke’s haunting play “Black Watch,” based on interviews with soldiers who served in Iraq with a Scottish regiment; Amy Waldman’s novel The Submission, which explored the fallout of 9/11 on American attitudes toward Muslims; Donald Margulies’s play “Time Stands Still,” about the Iraq war’s effects on two journalists and their relationship; and Eric Fischl’s “Tumbling Woman,” a bronze sculpture commemorating those who fell or jumped to their deaths from the twin towers…

Compelling as such works are, however, none were really game-changing. None possess the vaulting ambition of, say, Francis Ford Coppola’s Vietnam epic Apocalypse Now, or the sweep of Mr. DeLillo’s Underworld, which captured the entire cold war era. Instead, these 9/11 works feel like blips on the cultural landscape — they neither represent a new paradigm nor suggest that the attacks were a cultural watershed. Perhaps this is because 9/11 did not really change daily life for much of the country. Perhaps it’s because our A.D.D. nation — after the assassinations of J.F.K., R.F.K. and M.L.K. in the ’60s, and decades of violence on 24-hour news — has become increasingly inured to shock.

We are a culture of contradictions. We have no trouble watching the character Jack Bauer torture terrorists on the television show 24, but we cannot bear the brutal punch of images and art work that remind of us that real terrorism exists. Even Eric Fischl’s bronze sculpture of a falling woman proved too visceral for many viewers.

There is a reason that escapist books and films like Harry Potter, Avatar, and The Lord of the Rings have flourished over the past decade. They exorcise our impulse for revenge and our desire to see “good” triumphing over “evil.” The plots of these stories are familiar, but the fantasy settings allow us to avoid the discomfort of reality.

9-11 anniversary

"Tribute in Light" is arguably the most powerful artwork to emerge from 9/11 (Photo by Francisco Diez)

So how is an artist to navigate this hypersensitive, contradictory climate?

Here are several examples of talented artists who are responding to the anniversary of 9/11 in their own unique way.

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The Sunday Poem: Bridget Lowe

 

Poet Bridget Lowe

 

 

 

In My Study of Hysteria

 
 

The sofa is pleather. My gorgeous thighs
stick in the late summer heat.
Your cigar is papier-mâché, but you keep insisting
it’s real; you even light it,
in order to prove your genuine concern
for my concern for truth.

In my study of hysteria, we are riding on a train.
It is autumn now. I am tired.
My hair has turned grey just playing this game.
A woman boards the train and, Hitchcockian,
insists she is me. By now
I am stupid. I believe her.

 

 

 

About Bridget Lowe

Bridget Lowe’s poems have appeared in The New RepublicBest American Poetry (forthcoming this month), American Poetry ReviewPloughshares, and the Denver Quarterly, among others.

Her honors include a “Discovery”/Boston Review prize and the 2011 Rona Jaffe Foundation Fellowship at The MacDowell Colony. She currently resides in Kansas City. You can read more of her poems and a selection of her short essays here.

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“In My Study of Hysteria” © Bridget Lowe. This poem was printed with permission from the author