Bobby-boy's Birdhouse for a day
or so to showcase this Birthday
Anthology Tribute, please read on!" ~
© susan arnold
Friday, August 10, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
TERROIR ~
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AS ONE
I remember walking in a field,
so young the black-eyed Susans stared
me in the face, the air so bright
that every flick of grass was clear
and leaves seemed magnified. The flowers
stood tall and swayed — the daisies, Queen
Anne's lace, the Susans, yarrow — thrilled
the day and kept me company;
all level as a yard of water,
and made me feel as one of their
exploding fierce community.
COW PISSING
First the tail begins to stiffen
at its root. The thick base rears and
a warp runs out the length of the
appendage to the dirty hank
and the whole is lifted slightly
to the side, exposing the gray
puckered pussy. But it's how the
back arches up that startles, how
she humps as though bracing against
and backing into something hard,
pressing to release a valve or
tip a cask open. And the stream
that starts comes as though from a hose
not round but flattened by her lips.
Shot on the pasture dirt, the jet
wears out a basin that overflows
into tracks and sprays gold mist on
hooves and grass, shivering rainbows.
When the blast lessens and scalds down
to tatters and drips and is done,
she whips the tail a few times to
knock off the last drops and walks on
to graze. The puddle glistens like
gold wine in the sun, and crackles
as it soaks into the splash track.
The grass sparkles many colors
where the growth will be less for the
libation a while, and then more.
IRONWEED
There is a shade of purple in
this flower near summer's end that makes
you proud to be alive in such
a world, and thrilled to know the gift
of sight. It seems a color sent
from memory or dream. In fields,
along old trails, at pasture edge,
the ironweed bares its vivid tint,
profoundest violet, a note
from farthest star and deepest time,
the glow of sacred royalty
and timbre of eternity
right here beside a dried-up stream.
_________________________
Terroir
Robert Morgan
Penguin Books, 2011
I remember walking in a field,
so young the black-eyed Susans stared
me in the face, the air so bright
that every flick of grass was clear
and leaves seemed magnified. The flowers
stood tall and swayed — the daisies, Queen
Anne's lace, the Susans, yarrow — thrilled
the day and kept me company;
all level as a yard of water,
and made me feel as one of their
exploding fierce community.
COW PISSING
First the tail begins to stiffen
at its root. The thick base rears and
a warp runs out the length of the
appendage to the dirty hank
and the whole is lifted slightly
to the side, exposing the gray
puckered pussy. But it's how the
back arches up that startles, how
she humps as though bracing against
and backing into something hard,
pressing to release a valve or
tip a cask open. And the stream
that starts comes as though from a hose
not round but flattened by her lips.
Shot on the pasture dirt, the jet
wears out a basin that overflows
into tracks and sprays gold mist on
hooves and grass, shivering rainbows.
When the blast lessens and scalds down
to tatters and drips and is done,
she whips the tail a few times to
knock off the last drops and walks on
to graze. The puddle glistens like
gold wine in the sun, and crackles
as it soaks into the splash track.
The grass sparkles many colors
where the growth will be less for the
libation a while, and then more.
IRONWEED
There is a shade of purple in
this flower near summer's end that makes
you proud to be alive in such
a world, and thrilled to know the gift
of sight. It seems a color sent
from memory or dream. In fields,
along old trails, at pasture edge,
the ironweed bares its vivid tint,
profoundest violet, a note
from farthest star and deepest time,
the glow of sacred royalty
and timbre of eternity
right here beside a dried-up stream.
_________________________
Terroir
Robert Morgan
Penguin Books, 2011
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Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
STINK ~
Chairman and CEO of Las Vegas Sands Corporation Sheldon Adelson, center, watches a lion dance at the opening ceremony of Sands' Cotai Central in Macau on April 11, 2012.
(Aaron Tam/AFP/Getty Images)
please read on:
http://www.propublica.org/article/inside-the-investigation-of-leading-republican-money-man-sheldon-adelson
http://campaignstops.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/08/06/embracing-sheldon-adelson/?hp
(Aaron Tam/AFP/Getty Images)
please read on:
http://www.propublica.org/article/inside-the-investigation-of-leading-republican-money-man-sheldon-adelson
http://campaignstops.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/08/06/embracing-sheldon-adelson/?hp
Monday, August 6, 2012
SHAKE SUGAREE ~
Elizabeth Cotton
( great grandchild Brenda Evans is singing )
David Bowie
Quvenzhané Wallis
Beasts of the Southern Wild
To be honest, I didn't want to know too much about this film. No previews thanks, see the film poster, 92 degrees out, duck into the air-conditioned theater and hideaway on water and islands and a little girl's dreams and nightmares and listening powers in Louisiana, with my own sweetheart. Both of us could detect Zora Neale Hurston's "Tea Cake" from one of her classic tales, none of it related at all but it's all related, and it's all just as powerful in this film. And by the way, there is no film like this one. Ever before. (We know, we film-fanatics). Even though "Wink" and "Hushpuppy" tell us all "No tears!" (don't cry), hang tough, life can be rotten and we've got to make it through etc. We all cry in this film. I cried through the entire film. So did my Sweetheart, and she cried later when she tried to explain why she cried. No need to explain. Even Marx and Engels would have cried, as they once described to us what a world this film is all about : "If man is shaped by his environment, his environment must be made human," from The Holy Family. If you don't get that, you don't get anything.
Go see this film if you can and don't even think to wait to catch it on DVD at home. It must be seen large and be able to roar in your ears. It must be seen with the world, meaning the people around you, weeping, stunned, sitting in their seats until every bit of the film credits roll on by. There is nothing magnificently cinematic about the film. It's far beyond the Woody Allen and Wes Anderson sort of films being hip and postured in other parts of the small multiplex theater. This film headlines no star names. Heralds no hype. It's just about the Earth — your last home.
Beasts of the Southern Wild
for J.D. who gifted us the tickets to ride
To be honest, I didn't want to know too much about this film. No previews thanks, see the film poster, 92 degrees out, duck into the air-conditioned theater and hideaway on water and islands and a little girl's dreams and nightmares and listening powers in Louisiana, with my own sweetheart. Both of us could detect Zora Neale Hurston's "Tea Cake" from one of her classic tales, none of it related at all but it's all related, and it's all just as powerful in this film. And by the way, there is no film like this one. Ever before. (We know, we film-fanatics). Even though "Wink" and "Hushpuppy" tell us all "No tears!" (don't cry), hang tough, life can be rotten and we've got to make it through etc. We all cry in this film. I cried through the entire film. So did my Sweetheart, and she cried later when she tried to explain why she cried. No need to explain. Even Marx and Engels would have cried, as they once described to us what a world this film is all about : "If man is shaped by his environment, his environment must be made human," from The Holy Family. If you don't get that, you don't get anything.
Go see this film if you can and don't even think to wait to catch it on DVD at home. It must be seen large and be able to roar in your ears. It must be seen with the world, meaning the people around you, weeping, stunned, sitting in their seats until every bit of the film credits roll on by. There is nothing magnificently cinematic about the film. It's far beyond the Woody Allen and Wes Anderson sort of films being hip and postured in other parts of the small multiplex theater. This film headlines no star names. Heralds no hype. It's just about the Earth — your last home.
Elizabeth Cotton
( great grandchild Brenda Evans is singing )
_____________
"Someone’s ability to bake doughnuts or laugh loud is just as good a reason to make them a dolly grip as their ability to push a dolly. I want to fill my life and my films with wild, brave, good-hearted people. Whatever amount of chaos and disaster that leads to doesn’t matter, because you’re going through it with the people you love, and in the end, no matter what, the movies come out wild, brave, and good-hearted; and that’s more important to me than smooth dolly moves.
This concept extended to every part of the process making BEASTS OF THE SOUTHERN WILD. My approach to making movies is about crafting an energy, a feeling, and a way of life that the people that make movies with me can live. It’s about inventing a reality and populating it with the best people I know. Most gloriously, in our casting process—where we chose Dwight Henry, from the bakery across the street, and Quvenzhané Wallis, from Honduras Elementary School to take charge of our heroes, Wink and Hushpuppy. Neither of them had any previous experience acting, but when you look in their eyes, you see fearless warriors, and you know they can do anything. Even though you then revise the script as you learn from the actors and settings along the way and change everything about your approach, it doesn’t matter, because those elements were superficial in the face of accurately capturing the fierce spirit that the film needed to articulate. That principle was applied to every decision. Are we going to create an interior water set? Or are we going to sea? Do we dress an accessible location to look like an island at the edge of the world, or do we go to the edge of the world? Do we dress an 11 year-old to look like she’s six? Or do we cast a six year-old? We tested the strength of the story and family that made it against every element that would try to break it.
In order to survive she has to find the strength of South Louisiana at the age of six. I put all the wisdom and courage I’ve got into her. She’s the person I want to be.
I got hooked on South Louisiana because this mentality is everywhere. I showed up for a short visit six years ago and I’ve been there ever since. It’s the home of the most tenacious people in America—an endangered species. And that fierceness was how I came to this story. With the hurricanes, the oil spills, the land decaying out from under our feet, there’s a sense of inevitability that one day it’s all going to get wiped off the map. I wanted to make a movie exploring how we should respond to such a death sentence. Not critiquing the politicians who have caused it, or calling to arms for environmental responsibility, or raising awareness of suffering, or any of that.
The real question to me, is how do you find the strength to stand by and watch the place that made you die, while maintaining the hope and the joy and the celebratory spirit that defined it? I found the answers in the ferocious people I cast in the film, and I found an incredible articulation of that story in my dear wonderful friend and co-writer Lucy Alibar’s play “Juicy and Delicious” —an apocalyptic comedy about a little boy losing his father at the end of the world. From the two of us, and with the spirit of Quvenzhané Wallis, came Hushpuppy. She’s a little beast who, in order to survive, has to find the strength of South Louisiana at the age of six. I put all the wisdom and courage I’ve got into her. She’s the person I want to be."
—Benh Zeitlin, Director/Co-writer
BEASTS OF THE SOUTHERN WILD
Directed by Benh Zeitlin
Screenplay by Lucy Alibar, Ben Zeitlin
Featuring: Quvenzhane Wallis, Dwight Henry, Levy Easterly, Jonshel Alexander, Marilyn Barbarin, Kaliana Brower, Joseph Brown, Nicholas Clark, Henry D. Coleman, Pamela Harper, Kendra Harris, Amber Henry, Gina Montana
Cinematography by Ben Richardson
Film Editing by Crockett Doob, Affonso Goncalves
Original Score by Dan Romer, Benh Zeitlin
Country Of Origin: USA
Language: English
Running Time: 91 Minutes
David Bowie
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Bob! For Your Birthday Today!
posted by SEA
( please click onto image to enlarge )
a limited print edition anthology from Woven for Bob! 5 August 2012
gathered by Susan
& many many thanks to the contributors
FROM SUSAN
Hello everyone!
Thank you again to everyone who has contributed. It has been a wild July-August between both our birthdays. And so many people answered requests to be here for Bob's birthday party anthology ... I plan to have the anthology active and online by our anniversary on 28 August. I hope you can all wait around to enjoy it. Love, Susan
gathered by Susan
& many many thanks to the contributors
FROM SUSAN
Hello everyone!
Thank you again to everyone who has contributed. It has been a wild July-August between both our birthdays. And so many people answered requests to be here for Bob's birthday party anthology ... I plan to have the anthology active and online by our anniversary on 28 August. I hope you can all wait around to enjoy it. Love, Susan
&
"susan, this is for the 5th / Gerard"
&
"Happy Birthday for my Dad, Love Carson"
&
for Bob,
&
love, Susan
photo: Bob Arnold
photo: Bob Arnold
Saturday, August 4, 2012
SARAJEVO ~
Semezdin Mehmedinović
Sarajevo Blues
Semezdin Mehmedinović
SPIRITUALITY
In the evening we wait for
the moment forms open:
the sky is still in darkness
from the radiance of earthly things —
and then the buildings become like models
blackened by the shadow of their surfaces
and the torrid sky appears
as the moon begins to shine amidst the war —
That instant everything —
and my son looking out the window —
casts a divine smile
on the domesticated power of the elements
CROWS
I remember a reading one night. Miroslav Toholj, my friend at the time, had just come from Bor (where he had also been on literary business), and was still filled with impressions of his trip. He told us of a town in which "the crows didn't survive." Just like that, ecologically beside himself, he spoke of death as if it wasn't a natural phenomenon. This was right before he read a section of Heartmaster, a novel of his that had just come out.
At my house early the next morning, my mother was making us breakfast when my son, still drowsy, appeared at the door in his pajamas. Toholj slipped a pencil and a notebook into his hand in which there was a single sentence written: "Bor is a city in which crows can't survive." And, while my son was drawing potato head people, the owner of the notebook brushed his fingers through my son's hair.
The whole incident would be completely irrelevant if the scene hadn't repeated itself today: I'm sitting next to my son, completely engrossed in his drawing, and brushing my fingers through his hair.
After everything that's happened in the meantime, the repetition of this situation — and even my recollection of what took place six years ago — is almost comical. There was real warmth in Miroslav Toholj's gesture, a man who, not long after that visit, would fully devote himself to the expulsion of a whole people. That's what time was like, along with the things occupying it, that it made the feelings connected to any memory seem worthless.
Now, when I think of the Serbian novelist Miroslav Toholj, I am deeply aware that people aren't deserving of tragedy because existence is exalted in and of itself, and brings its own consolation. But people don't deserve consolation. Comedy is closer to the truth, since it at least shows the meaninglessness of things.
From this perspective, knowing that there is a town in which crows can't survive is truly absurd.
And look how the story ends: sitting with my son and brushing my fingers through his hair, I discover a detail that, at first, makes me smile — like when you see a kid wearing the boots of a grown up. As I slowly brush my fingers through my ten year old's hair, I find strands of grey.
GETTING THINNER
War is a time of crisis for the male gender. No one can convince me otherwise: war is spurred on by the asexual, the emotionally disturbed. Love offers deliverance from the tyranny of the ego: a sexuality — combined with heavy political control — can only result in criminal perversity. I see young women change several times a day and, with make-up on, walk the empty streets of Sarajevo in which not even a single cafe is open. I know women who, in only two months, have lost so much weight so quickly, that they've also lost any sense of the erotic. And this too is a horrible result of the war: the Serbian leaders' tyranny of the ego reproduces itself in whatever space they make their presence known through war — they want to create an asexual world, no matter what the cost. I watch a famous actress hanging out with some young soldiers, defenders of the city. She's clearly having a good time and, every now and then, she delays her departure. Finally, though, they leave: the carefully chosen, refined words of the young defenders are exchanged for common jokes. Such consolation.
In the evening we wait for
the moment forms open:
the sky is still in darkness
from the radiance of earthly things —
and then the buildings become like models
blackened by the shadow of their surfaces
and the torrid sky appears
as the moon begins to shine amidst the war —
That instant everything —
and my son looking out the window —
casts a divine smile
on the domesticated power of the elements
CROWS
I remember a reading one night. Miroslav Toholj, my friend at the time, had just come from Bor (where he had also been on literary business), and was still filled with impressions of his trip. He told us of a town in which "the crows didn't survive." Just like that, ecologically beside himself, he spoke of death as if it wasn't a natural phenomenon. This was right before he read a section of Heartmaster, a novel of his that had just come out.
At my house early the next morning, my mother was making us breakfast when my son, still drowsy, appeared at the door in his pajamas. Toholj slipped a pencil and a notebook into his hand in which there was a single sentence written: "Bor is a city in which crows can't survive." And, while my son was drawing potato head people, the owner of the notebook brushed his fingers through my son's hair.
The whole incident would be completely irrelevant if the scene hadn't repeated itself today: I'm sitting next to my son, completely engrossed in his drawing, and brushing my fingers through his hair.
After everything that's happened in the meantime, the repetition of this situation — and even my recollection of what took place six years ago — is almost comical. There was real warmth in Miroslav Toholj's gesture, a man who, not long after that visit, would fully devote himself to the expulsion of a whole people. That's what time was like, along with the things occupying it, that it made the feelings connected to any memory seem worthless.
Now, when I think of the Serbian novelist Miroslav Toholj, I am deeply aware that people aren't deserving of tragedy because existence is exalted in and of itself, and brings its own consolation. But people don't deserve consolation. Comedy is closer to the truth, since it at least shows the meaninglessness of things.
From this perspective, knowing that there is a town in which crows can't survive is truly absurd.
And look how the story ends: sitting with my son and brushing my fingers through his hair, I discover a detail that, at first, makes me smile — like when you see a kid wearing the boots of a grown up. As I slowly brush my fingers through my ten year old's hair, I find strands of grey.
GETTING THINNER
War is a time of crisis for the male gender. No one can convince me otherwise: war is spurred on by the asexual, the emotionally disturbed. Love offers deliverance from the tyranny of the ego: a sexuality — combined with heavy political control — can only result in criminal perversity. I see young women change several times a day and, with make-up on, walk the empty streets of Sarajevo in which not even a single cafe is open. I know women who, in only two months, have lost so much weight so quickly, that they've also lost any sense of the erotic. And this too is a horrible result of the war: the Serbian leaders' tyranny of the ego reproduces itself in whatever space they make their presence known through war — they want to create an asexual world, no matter what the cost. I watch a famous actress hanging out with some young soldiers, defenders of the city. She's clearly having a good time and, every now and then, she delays her departure. Finally, though, they leave: the carefully chosen, refined words of the young defenders are exchanged for common jokes. Such consolation.
Sarajevo Blues
Semezdin Mehmedinović
translated from the Bosnian by Ammiel Alcalay
City Lights Books, 1998
Semezdin Mehmedinović was born in Tuzla, Bosnia in 1960 and is the author of ~
Modrac 1984
Emigrant 1990
Sarajevo Blues 1998
Nine Alexandrias 2002
Transatlantic Mail 2009, Semezdin Mehmedinović and Miljenko Jergovic
Soviet Computer 2011
Self-portrait With a Messenger Bag 2012.
translated from the Bosnian by Ammiel Alcalay
City Lights Books, 1998
Semezdin Mehmedinović was born in Tuzla, Bosnia in 1960 and is the author of ~
Modrac 1984
Emigrant 1990
Sarajevo Blues 1998
Nine Alexandrias 2002
Transatlantic Mail 2009, Semezdin Mehmedinović and Miljenko Jergovic
Soviet Computer 2011
Self-portrait With a Messenger Bag 2012.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
GUN SMOKE ~
R.G. Armstrong
(1917 ~ 2012)
If you grew up with 50s-60s television & film westerns
then you grew up with R.G. Armstrong ~
dying with his boots on last week
in Studio City, CA. at age 95
top film still from Sam Peckinpah's
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid
R.G. Armstrong as
"Deputy Sheriff Bob Ollinger"
ditto the lower photo w/ Kris Kristofferson,
or turn over the jacket of your Dylan album
with the same title and see it there
If you grew up with 50s-60s television & film westerns
then you grew up with R.G. Armstrong ~
dying with his boots on last week
in Studio City, CA. at age 95
top film still from Sam Peckinpah's
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid
R.G. Armstrong as
"Deputy Sheriff Bob Ollinger"
ditto the lower photo w/ Kris Kristofferson,
or turn over the jacket of your Dylan album
with the same title and see it there
QUEEN ~
Kitty Wells & Johnnie Wright
A bunch of us (well, "30") lost power last night when a thunder & lightning storm from hell and highwater came about just as we were finishing preparing corn on the cob from the Williams Farm (the best in the world, good people) and power went and stayed went long enough for us to walk and walk outdoors in the wind and light rain and listen to the river rise and rise all muddy and nice (there's been little rain) that we decided to go to bed. . .so Kitty Wells never got onto the Birdhouse with the other four I had slipped on for Wednesday. She was meant for Wednesday, even though it's 6 o'clock in the morning now and Thursday. Today we'll call the power co and ask, "Why is it every time the power goes out the only ones without power are the same "30"? Maybe there's a problem to solve where those same "30" reside?
Kitty Wells (Ellen Muriel Deason) was born 92 years ago in Nashville, Tennessee. She passed away a few weeks ago in Tennessee with one of the longest "celebrity marriages" ever, 70 years to Johnnie Wright, who died in 2011. I believe she was also the first woman country singer to have an album all her own. Back in the dark ages when such things never happened. She was the queen of country, everyone said so. One of her popular songs is below and maybe because of the electric storm last night I'm choosing an electric version of it.
Kitty Wells (Ellen Muriel Deason) was born 92 years ago in Nashville, Tennessee. She passed away a few weeks ago in Tennessee with one of the longest "celebrity marriages" ever, 70 years to Johnnie Wright, who died in 2011. I believe she was also the first woman country singer to have an album all her own. Back in the dark ages when such things never happened. She was the queen of country, everyone said so. One of her popular songs is below and maybe because of the electric storm last night I'm choosing an electric version of it.
INVISIBLE ~
Chris Marker
"I chose a pseudonym, Chris Marker, pronounceable in most languages, because I was very intent on traveling. No need to delve further.”
"I chose a pseudonym, Chris Marker, pronounceable in most languages, because I was very intent on traveling. No need to delve further.”
Born Christian François Bouche-Villeneuve on July 29, 1921, (and may have passed away this year on his birthday, or the day after, ed.) Mr. Marker hid many aspects of his biography. He once claimed he was born in Ulan Bator, Mongolia, though some sources have cited his place of birth as the Parisian suburb Neuilly-sur-Seine. He granted few interviews and typically refused to be photographed. Information about his survivors was not immediately available. But in his work, at least, Mr. Marker was not anonymous so much as he was playfully evasive.
(NYTimes)
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/07/31/movies/chris-marker-enigmatic-multimedia-artist-dies-at-91.html?ref=obituaries
_______________________
Filmography
Olympia 52 (1952)
Statues Also Die (1953 with Alain Resnais)
Sundays in Peking (1956)
Letters from Siberia (1957)
Les Astronautes (1959 with Walerian Borowczyk)
Description d'un combat (1960)
¡Cuba Sí! (1961)
La jetée (1962)
Le joli mai (1963, 2006 re-cut)
Le Mystère Koumiko (1965)
Si j'avais quatre dromadaires (1966)
Loin du Vietnam (1967)
Rhodiacéta (1967)
La Sixième face du pentagone (1968 with Reichenbach)
Cinétracts (1968)
À bientôt, j'espère (1968 with Marret)
On vous parle du Brésil: Tortures (1969)
Jour de tournage (1969)
Classe de lutte (1969)
On vous parle de Paris: Maspero, les mots ont un sens (1970)
On vous parle du Brésil: Carlos Marighela (1970)
La Bataille des dix millions (1971)
Le Train en marche (1971)
On vous parle de Prague: le deuxième procès d'Artur London (1971)
Vive la baleine (1972)
L'Ambassade (1973)
On vous parle du Chili: ce que disait Allende (1973 with Littin)
Puisqu'on vous dit que c'est possible (1974)
La Solitude du chanteur de fond (1974)
La Spirale (1975)
A Grin Without a Cat (1977)
Quand le siècle a pris formes (1978)
Junkopia (1981)
Sans Soleil (1983)
2084 (1984)
From Chris to Christo (1985)
Matta (1985)
A.K. (1985)
Eclats (1986)
Mémoires pour Simone (1986)
Tokyo Days (1988)
Spectre (1988)
L'héritage de la chouette (1989)
Bestiaire (three short video haiku) (1990)
Bestiaire 1. Chat écoutant la musique
Bestiaire 2. An owl is An owl is an owl
Bestiaire 3. Zoo Piece
Getting away with it (1990)
Berlin 1990 (1990)
Détour Ceausescu (1991)
Théorie des ensembles (1991)
Coin fenètre (1992)
Azulmoon (1992)
Le Tombeau d'Alexandre aka The Last Bolshevik (1992)
Le 20 heurs dans les camps (1993)
Prime Time in the Camps (1993)
SLON Tango (1993)
Bullfight in Okinawa (1994)
Eclipse (1994)
Haiku (1994)
Haiku 1. Petite Ceinture
Haiku 2. Chaika
Haiku 3. Owl Gets in Your Eyes
Casque bleu (1995)
Silent Movie (1995)
Level Five (1997)
Un maire au Kosovo (2000)
One Day in the Life of Andrei Arsenevich (2000)
Le facteur sonne toujours cheval (2001)
Avril inquiet (2001)
Le souvenir d'un avenir (with Bellon 2003)
Chats Perchés (2004) - a documentary about M. Chat street art
Leila Attacks (2006)
Film Collaborations
Nuit et Brouillard (Resnais 1955)
Note: In a 1995 interview Resnais states that the final version of the commentary was a collaboration between Marker and Jean Cayrol (source: Film Comment)
Les hommes de la baleine (Ruspoli 1956)
Note: under the pseudonym "Jacopo Berenizi" Marker wrote the commentary for this short about whale hunters in the Azores. The two would return to this topic in 1972's Vive la Baleine (Film Comment).
Le mystere de l'atelier quinze (Resnais et Heinrich 1957)
Note: Marker wrote the commentary for this fictional short (Film Comment).
Le Siècle a soif (Vogel 1958)
Note: Marker wrote and spoke all the commentary for this short film about fruit juice in Alexandrine verse (Film Comment).
La Mer et les jours (Vogel et Kaminker 1958)
Note: Marker present commentary for this "somber work about the daily lives of fishermen on Brittany's Île de Sein" (Film Comment).
L'Amérique insolite (Reichenbach 1958)
Note: Marker was eventually credited as a writer for this one, apparently, he wrote the dialogue (Film Comment)
Django Reinhardt (Paviot 1959)
Note: Marker narrated this one (Film Comment)
Jouer à Paris (Varlin 1962)
Note: This was edited by Marker - essentially, this film is a 27-minute postscript to Le Joli Mai assembled from leftover footage and organized around a new commentary (Film Comment)
A Valparaiso (Ivens 1963)
Note: This gem was written by Marker. It feels like a Marker film.
Les Chemins de la fortune (Kassovitz 1964)
Note: Marker apparently helped edit and organise this Venezuela travelogue (Film Comment)
La Douceur du village (Reichenbach 1964)
Note: Edited by Marker.
La Brûlure de mille soleils (Kast 1964)
Note: Marker edited this (mostly) animated science-fiction exstentialist short and (possibly) collaborated on the script (Film Comment)
Le volcan interdit (Tazieff 1966)
Note: Marker narrates this volcano documentary
Europort-Rotterdam (Ivens 1966)
Note: Marker did the textual adaptation (Film Comment)
On vous parle de Flins (Devart 1970)
Note: Marker helped film and edit this short (Film Comment)
L'Afrique express (Tessier et Lang 1970)
Note: Marker wrote the introductory text for this film under the name "Boris Villeneuve" (Film Comment).
Kashima Paradise (Le Masson et Deswarte 1974)
Note: Marker collaborated on the commentary on this documentary about the destruction of Kashima and Narita (Film Comment).
La Batalla de Chile (Guzman, 1975–1976)
Note: Marker helped produce and contributed to the screenplay for this, perhaps the greatest of all documentary films (Film Comment).
One Sister and Many Brothers (Makavejev 1994)
Note: Marker tapes Makavejev circulating among the guests of a party in his honor as much jovial backslapping abounds (Film comment)
Bibliography (self-contained works by Marker)
Le Cœur Net (1949, Editions du Seuil, Paris)
Giraudoux Par Lui-Même (1952, Editions du Seuil, Paris)
Commentaires I (1961, Editions du Seuil, Paris)
Coréennes (1962, Editions du Seuil, Paris)
Commentaires II (1967, Editions du Seuil, Paris)
Le Dépays (1982, Editions Herscher, Paris)
Silent Movie (1995, Ohio State University Press)
La Jetée ciné-roman (1996 / 2nd printing 2008, MIT Press, Cambridge; designed by Bruce Mau)
Staring Back (2007, MIT Press, Cambridge)
Immemory (CDROM) (1997 / 2nd printing 2008, Exact Change, Cambridge)
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/07/31/movies/chris-marker-enigmatic-multimedia-artist-dies-at-91.html?ref=obituaries
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Filmography
Olympia 52 (1952)
Statues Also Die (1953 with Alain Resnais)
Sundays in Peking (1956)
Letters from Siberia (1957)
Les Astronautes (1959 with Walerian Borowczyk)
Description d'un combat (1960)
¡Cuba Sí! (1961)
La jetée (1962)
Le joli mai (1963, 2006 re-cut)
Le Mystère Koumiko (1965)
Si j'avais quatre dromadaires (1966)
Loin du Vietnam (1967)
Rhodiacéta (1967)
La Sixième face du pentagone (1968 with Reichenbach)
Cinétracts (1968)
À bientôt, j'espère (1968 with Marret)
On vous parle du Brésil: Tortures (1969)
Jour de tournage (1969)
Classe de lutte (1969)
On vous parle de Paris: Maspero, les mots ont un sens (1970)
On vous parle du Brésil: Carlos Marighela (1970)
La Bataille des dix millions (1971)
Le Train en marche (1971)
On vous parle de Prague: le deuxième procès d'Artur London (1971)
Vive la baleine (1972)
L'Ambassade (1973)
On vous parle du Chili: ce que disait Allende (1973 with Littin)
Puisqu'on vous dit que c'est possible (1974)
La Solitude du chanteur de fond (1974)
La Spirale (1975)
A Grin Without a Cat (1977)
Quand le siècle a pris formes (1978)
Junkopia (1981)
Sans Soleil (1983)
2084 (1984)
From Chris to Christo (1985)
Matta (1985)
A.K. (1985)
Eclats (1986)
Mémoires pour Simone (1986)
Tokyo Days (1988)
Spectre (1988)
L'héritage de la chouette (1989)
Bestiaire (three short video haiku) (1990)
Bestiaire 1. Chat écoutant la musique
Bestiaire 2. An owl is An owl is an owl
Bestiaire 3. Zoo Piece
Getting away with it (1990)
Berlin 1990 (1990)
Détour Ceausescu (1991)
Théorie des ensembles (1991)
Coin fenètre (1992)
Azulmoon (1992)
Le Tombeau d'Alexandre aka The Last Bolshevik (1992)
Le 20 heurs dans les camps (1993)
Prime Time in the Camps (1993)
SLON Tango (1993)
Bullfight in Okinawa (1994)
Eclipse (1994)
Haiku (1994)
Haiku 1. Petite Ceinture
Haiku 2. Chaika
Haiku 3. Owl Gets in Your Eyes
Casque bleu (1995)
Silent Movie (1995)
Level Five (1997)
Un maire au Kosovo (2000)
One Day in the Life of Andrei Arsenevich (2000)
Le facteur sonne toujours cheval (2001)
Avril inquiet (2001)
Le souvenir d'un avenir (with Bellon 2003)
Chats Perchés (2004) - a documentary about M. Chat street art
Leila Attacks (2006)
Film Collaborations
Nuit et Brouillard (Resnais 1955)
Note: In a 1995 interview Resnais states that the final version of the commentary was a collaboration between Marker and Jean Cayrol (source: Film Comment)
Les hommes de la baleine (Ruspoli 1956)
Note: under the pseudonym "Jacopo Berenizi" Marker wrote the commentary for this short about whale hunters in the Azores. The two would return to this topic in 1972's Vive la Baleine (Film Comment).
Le mystere de l'atelier quinze (Resnais et Heinrich 1957)
Note: Marker wrote the commentary for this fictional short (Film Comment).
Le Siècle a soif (Vogel 1958)
Note: Marker wrote and spoke all the commentary for this short film about fruit juice in Alexandrine verse (Film Comment).
La Mer et les jours (Vogel et Kaminker 1958)
Note: Marker present commentary for this "somber work about the daily lives of fishermen on Brittany's Île de Sein" (Film Comment).
L'Amérique insolite (Reichenbach 1958)
Note: Marker was eventually credited as a writer for this one, apparently, he wrote the dialogue (Film Comment)
Django Reinhardt (Paviot 1959)
Note: Marker narrated this one (Film Comment)
Jouer à Paris (Varlin 1962)
Note: This was edited by Marker - essentially, this film is a 27-minute postscript to Le Joli Mai assembled from leftover footage and organized around a new commentary (Film Comment)
A Valparaiso (Ivens 1963)
Note: This gem was written by Marker. It feels like a Marker film.
Les Chemins de la fortune (Kassovitz 1964)
Note: Marker apparently helped edit and organise this Venezuela travelogue (Film Comment)
La Douceur du village (Reichenbach 1964)
Note: Edited by Marker.
La Brûlure de mille soleils (Kast 1964)
Note: Marker edited this (mostly) animated science-fiction exstentialist short and (possibly) collaborated on the script (Film Comment)
Le volcan interdit (Tazieff 1966)
Note: Marker narrates this volcano documentary
Europort-Rotterdam (Ivens 1966)
Note: Marker did the textual adaptation (Film Comment)
On vous parle de Flins (Devart 1970)
Note: Marker helped film and edit this short (Film Comment)
L'Afrique express (Tessier et Lang 1970)
Note: Marker wrote the introductory text for this film under the name "Boris Villeneuve" (Film Comment).
Kashima Paradise (Le Masson et Deswarte 1974)
Note: Marker collaborated on the commentary on this documentary about the destruction of Kashima and Narita (Film Comment).
La Batalla de Chile (Guzman, 1975–1976)
Note: Marker helped produce and contributed to the screenplay for this, perhaps the greatest of all documentary films (Film Comment).
One Sister and Many Brothers (Makavejev 1994)
Note: Marker tapes Makavejev circulating among the guests of a party in his honor as much jovial backslapping abounds (Film comment)
Bibliography (self-contained works by Marker)
Le Cœur Net (1949, Editions du Seuil, Paris)
Giraudoux Par Lui-Même (1952, Editions du Seuil, Paris)
Commentaires I (1961, Editions du Seuil, Paris)
Coréennes (1962, Editions du Seuil, Paris)
Commentaires II (1967, Editions du Seuil, Paris)
Le Dépays (1982, Editions Herscher, Paris)
Silent Movie (1995, Ohio State University Press)
La Jetée ciné-roman (1996 / 2nd printing 2008, MIT Press, Cambridge; designed by Bruce Mau)
Staring Back (2007, MIT Press, Cambridge)
Immemory (CDROM) (1997 / 2nd printing 2008, Exact Change, Cambridge)
AUGUSTAN ~
Gore Vidal
“There is not one human problem that could not be solved if people would simply do as I advise.”
Eugene Luther Gore Vidal Jr. was born on Oct. 3, 1925, at the United States Military Academy at West Point
Died July 31, 2012 at his home in the Hollywood Hills section of Los Angeles
Gore Vidal
“There is not one human problem that could not be solved if people would simply do as I advise.”
Eugene Luther Gore Vidal Jr. was born on Oct. 3, 1925, at the United States Military Academy at West Point
Died July 31, 2012 at his home in the Hollywood Hills section of Los Angeles
CLEANSER ~
"Love, schmuv." ~
William Bronk
William Bronk (1918-1999) was born in Hudson Falls, New York, where he lived, mainly, his entire life, in the same house where he was raised, burning coal which was sold in the family coal & lumber business. Sidney Cox was a major influence on Bronk while at Dartmouth College. He served in the Army during World War II after some graduate work at Harvard and taught briefly at Union College, Schenectady. His first book of poems, Light and Dark, was published by Cid Corman's Origin Press in 1956. William Bronk received the National Book Award in 1982. His many books have been published by Origin, New Directions, North Point, The Elizabeth Press, Talisman, and others.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
PHOTOGRAPHER ~
Francesca Woodman
Francesca Woodman (1958-1981) a life gone to suicide at the age of 21, this opulent volume attempts to capture the nine years of a life's work by this compelling photographer.
Beautifully presented with none of the mystery, immediacy, or harrowing edges of the photographer's eye lost to the immaculate layout. The text is informative and wise, but gladly, over 3/4 of the book depth is given to her photographs.
Francesca Woodman
Francesca Woodman (1958-1981) a life gone to suicide at the age of 21, this opulent volume attempts to capture the nine years of a life's work by this compelling photographer.
Beautifully presented with none of the mystery, immediacy, or harrowing edges of the photographer's eye lost to the immaculate layout. The text is informative and wise, but gladly, over 3/4 of the book depth is given to her photographs.
Francesca Woodman
edited by Corey Keller
w/ essays by Jennifer Blessing and JuliaBryan-Wilson
San Fransico Museum of Modern Art
D.A.P. (2011)
Once In Vermont films
© bob arnold
edited by Corey Keller
w/ essays by Jennifer Blessing and JuliaBryan-Wilson
San Fransico Museum of Modern Art
D.A.P. (2011)
Once In Vermont films
© bob arnold
Monday, July 30, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
BIRTHDAY ONE ~
In A Cabin, In A Wood
It’s a good day —
my work boots are off
socks too
I have rolled up
5 inch cuffs
on my jeans
I’m in a short sleeve
green shirt
no belt
we cut the grass
now heavenly
barefoot
my love is wild ex-
cept for the sun dress
she’s thrown on
waiting for a rain
that never does
come
we draw buckets of
water for new plants
from the farm pond
cordwood
we cut crackles dry
in all this sun
let the satellites that
circle the earth
try to find this
happy birthday susan!
29 july 2012
drawing © bob arnold
(I slipped this in the next day, because I can!)
In A Cabin, In A Wood
It’s a good day —
my work boots are off
socks too
I have rolled up
5 inch cuffs
on my jeans
I’m in a short sleeve
green shirt
no belt
we cut the grass
now heavenly
barefoot
my love is wild ex-
cept for the sun dress
she’s thrown on
waiting for a rain
that never does
come
we draw buckets of
water for new plants
from the farm pond
cordwood
we cut crackles dry
in all this sun
let the satellites that
circle the earth
try to find this
happy birthday susan!
29 july 2012
drawing © bob arnold
Saturday, July 28, 2012
SATURDAY NIGHT ~
John Mayall
J.B. Lenoir
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The great J.B. Lenoir (pronounced not like I have or Mayall has for decades, but like he himself has said it "la NOR") has a classic driving blues song sung by his good friend John Mayall at the time Lenoir died of a heart attack three weeks after a bad car wreck in Urbana, Illinois. He was 38 years old, just a few years older than the British bluesbreaker Mayall. Today, somehow, John Mayall is 78 years old and still at it. 50 years ago, at the foot of a ferris wheel (why not) a friend and I paged through a teen music magazine (cheesy great stuff then) and we're captivated by this guy (Mayall) who already seemed a very old man in a young man's game. He ran most of them into the ground.
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John Mayall
J.B. Lenoir
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The great J.B. Lenoir (pronounced not like I have or Mayall has for decades, but like he himself has said it "la NOR") has a classic driving blues song sung by his good friend John Mayall at the time Lenoir died of a heart attack three weeks after a bad car wreck in Urbana, Illinois. He was 38 years old, just a few years older than the British bluesbreaker Mayall. Today, somehow, John Mayall is 78 years old and still at it. 50 years ago, at the foot of a ferris wheel (why not) a friend and I paged through a teen music magazine (cheesy great stuff then) and we're captivated by this guy (Mayall) who already seemed a very old man in a young man's game. He ran most of them into the ground.
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GYPSY RADIO ~
http://www.samkopper.com/FreeFormBCN.shtml#phil
FreeForm BCN
Sam kopper, program director for WBCN Radio, broadcasting from his bus "Gypsy Dancer"
photo : Bryce Vickmark for The New York Times
http://www.samkopper.com/FreeFormBCN.shtml#phil
FreeForm BCN
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To Go Straight to Phil Olenick’s URL and SmartPhone instructions, click here FreeformBCN's mission is to take what we were doing in the late 60s through the early 90s and bring it firmly into the 21st Century. We are streaming at WBCN.com, click Continue, then click on the FreeformBCN “Listen Live” button. Or, hear us in the Boston area on an HD radio at 100.7, HD3. The approach to music is, simply put, extremely eclectic, a Progressive Rock “We Play Everything” station. With a definite Rock base/core, as in the "old days" we will go off in every direction, playing all of Rock's "relatives:" relevant Country, Blues, R&B, Reggae, Art, Punk, Southern, Grunge, Folk, Alternative…you name it. We’ll even play what we call crossover HopHop. With HipHop and Alternative we certainly won’t be playing the hard core stuff, but we know that there is great music within every genre! Our ears and hearts are wide open and they didn’t freeze up in the 1980s, so for sure we play new music. As in WBCN’s greatest years, we will look for, and listen to the audience for good new music. The average radio station plays 800 to 1200 songs. Our library will have 6000! During our early months we are necessarily “robotic,” with a few of us “heritage” BCN people doing “liners,” short announcements now and again between songs. Ultimately, hopefully within just a few months, we will bring back live disc jockeys who: a. will NOT talk too much, b. will talk when they have something worthwhile to say, c. will have progressive music and social attitude, d. will be drawn from a few of the old staff AND some of the top young just-out-of-college radio people. We’ll be starting the live dj programming on a part-time basis and it’ll grow organically, based on success, audience reaction, and availability of the right air talent. Audience response will be, as it was in WBCN’s glory years, our main motivation. Our Facebook and Twitter sites and direct e-mails will be our 21st Century “Listener Line.” And now here’s Phil Olenick’s tutorial on programming various types of SMARTPHONES…. Here's how to get Free Form BCN on a phone other than an iPhone or You can do this as long as your device is able to play streaming Windows You don't actually have to go through two pages on the website to Why should I listen with the player? It shows the names of the artist, the song, and the album, and even the Open up the place where your player lets you put in the web address ("URL") of a new stream you want to listen to. There are two URLs you can try. The first URL to try is:http://provisioning.streamtheworld.com/asx/WZLXHD3.asx The advantage of this URL is that the first part of this address ("provisioning.streamtheworld.com") will automatically be translated by an internet "domain name server" (the mysterious "DNS" initials you've run across) into the real numeric address of the site that's putting out the stream. If the site's numeric address changes, an update will be sent to the domain name servers very quickly, so the verbal address will resume working. (Such changes don't happen often, but they do happen.)However, many devices don't know how to deal with that URL because it relies on an ".asx" playlist file. So if the first URL doesn't work, you can try telling your device to go directly to the stream's current numeric address and real filename with this URL:http://208.80.52.168:80/WZLXHD3CMP3?.wma I'm using this URL on my 6 year-old Windows Pocket PC phone, with a music player called the GSPlayer, from an outfit called Green Software, Phil Olenick
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/16/business/media/wbcn-progressive-rock-station-returns-on-hd.html
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CITIZEN ~
Vermont Senator Bernie Sanders
Vermont Senator Bernie Sanders
Vermont Sen. Bernard Sanders, an independent, said the democratic foundations of the nation are currently enduring their most severe attack in history on both economic and political fronts.
“We are well on our way to see our country move to an oligarchy, where power rests in the hands of a few families,” he said.
Senator Sanders said inequality in the US is worse than it has been at any time since the 1920s. He noted that 23 billionaire families have contributed at lease $250,000 each so far in this year’s campaigns.
He added that the wealthiest 400 individuals own more wealth than the bottom 150 million Americans – roughly half the country.
“What the Supreme Court did in Citizens United is to say to these same billionaires and the corporations they control: ‘You own and control the economy, you own Wall Street, you own the coal companies, you own the oil companies. Now, for a very small percentage of your wealth, we’re going to give you the opportunity to own the United States government,' ” Sanders said.
“This is the essence of what Citizens United is all about – and that’s why it must be overturned,” he said.
~ Bernard Sanders
http://www.minnpost.com/christian-science-monitor/2012/07/constitutional-amendment-required-undo-citizens-united-senate-pane
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