Sunday, April 22, 2012

EARTH~











http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2012/apr/22/brazil-rainforest-awa-endangered-tribe


ALSO
update on Congressman Don Young (R) of Alaska:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/04/22/don-young-spent-campaign-cash-fbi-source_n_1443390.html

Visit my November 21, 2011 post on Young and his humiliating treatment of author Douglas Brinkley here




the guardian u.k.




EARTH ~






PLUMMAGE



It seemed like
they were
waiting for
us when
we reached
the bottom
of the trail


and it
was their
husbands
or sons or
boyfriends
we passed
on the


trail
going up —
these three
women from
India with
ravishing
dresses and


skirts and
shawls
and scarves
waiting on
a bench in
the woods
I had to


shout
over
(friendly)
"beautiful
colors!"
and
if I


thought
those
were
beautiful
you should
have seen
their smiles




earth day 2012





photo © bob arnold







Saturday, April 21, 2012

STREET PHOTOGRAPHER ~




This is a stunning book to find in any bookstore or library waiting on the shelf. Portrayed with the same quiet essence and shy qualities of the photographer, Vivian Maier, who kept her life and work as a photographer hidden or unknown to almost everyone she knew.

The cover photograph sets the standard — the photographer in half shadow, and of course on the street, eye on us.

Interior photographs are full page, resonant, and untitled, we are spoken to by the photographs, very little text. What text there is will be inched in by the hardworking curator of all things Vivian Maier — John Maloof — and the astute essayist Geoff Dyer. It's all win~win.


Vivian Maier (February 1, 1926 – April 21, 2009) was born in New York, grew up in France, and returned to the US at age 25. She worked for almost forty years as a nanny in Chicago's North Shore. During those years she produced 100,000 photographs, primarily of people and cityscapes outdoors and most often in Chicago. She was, according to the families she worked for, very private, spending her days off exploring the streets of Chicago and taking photographs, most often with a Rolleiflex camera.

For a brief period in the 1970s, Maier worked as a nanny for Phil Donahue's family.

Her photographs during her lifetime remained unknown, even untouched and in most cases undeveloped until they were discovered by a local historian, John Maloof, in 2007.

Toward the end of her life, Maier was homeless for a period, living on her Social Security and making do. Some of the children she had taken care of in the early 1950s bought her an apartment in the Rogers Park area of Chicago and paid her bills. Good Samaritans. In 2008, Maier had a mishap on ice and struck her head. She never fully recovered and died in 2009, at age 83.


I've selected some photographs from the book below interspersed with John Maloof's recollections about the photographer.

[BA]



I acquired Vivian's negatives while at a furniture and antique auction while researching a history book I was co-authoring on Chicago's NW Side. From what I know, the auction house acquired her belongings from her storage locker that was sold off due to delinquent payments. I didn't know what 'street photography' was when I purchased them.



It took me days to look through all of her work. It inspired me to pick up photography myself. Little by little, as I progressed as a photographer, I would revisit Vivian's negatives and I would "see" more in her work. I bought her same camera and took to the same streets soon to realize how difficult it was to make images of her caliber. I discovered the eye she had for photography through my own practice. Needless to say, I am attached to her work.



After some researching, I have only little information about Vivian. Central Camera (110 yr old camera shop in Chicago) has encountered Vivian from time to time when she would purchase film while out on the Chicago streets. From what they knew of her, they say she was a very "keep your distance from me" type of person but was also outspoken. She loved foreign films and didn't care much for American films.



Some of her photos have pictures of children and often times it was near a beach. I later found out she was a nanny for a family on the North Side whose children these most likely were. One of her obituaries states that she lived in Oak Park, a close Chicago suburb, but I later found that she lived in the Rogers Park neighborhood.



Out of the more than 100,000 negatives I have in the collection, about 20-30,000 negatives were still in rolls, undeveloped from the 1960's-1970's. I have been successfully developing these rolls. I must say, it's very exciting for me. Most of her negatives that were developed in sleeves have the date and location penciled in French (she had poor penmanship).



I found her name written with pencil on a photo-lab envelope. I decided to 'Google' her about a year after I purchased these only to find her obituary placed the day before my search. She passed only a couple of days before that inquiry on her.



I wanted to meet her in person well before I found her obituary but, the auction house had stated she was ill, so I didn't want to bother her. So many questions would have been answered if I had.





Unfolding the mystery of Vivian Maier

The original flickr discussion

The media on Vivian

New York Times LENS




Friday, April 20, 2012

VALLEJO ~








IMAGINE A REAL DEAL ONCE IN A LIFETIME INTERVIEW WITH THE

PERUVIAN POET CESAR VALLEJO

UNEARTHED

PAGES BLOWN CLEAN, AND TRANSLATED BY KENT JOHNSON

DON'T HESITATE!

____________________________________________________________


The Claudius App is proud to announce the publication of César Vallejo's "Lost" Interview, published in the Heraldo de Madrid in January 1931, recovered, translated, and generously annotated by Kent Johnson. Over coffee with the Heraldo's interviewer (Q: César Vallejo, why have you come here? CV: Well, to drink coffee.), Vallejo discusses precision,Trilce in relation to its predecessors and contemporaries, and a non-extant then-forthcoming volume of poems, The Central Institute of Labor. This is the sole record of the great poet's conversation, and the first appearance of it, unabridged, in English.

Yours,
Jeff Nagy & Eric Linsker


Thursday, April 19, 2012

EARTH ~





Levon Helm

May 26, 1940 – April 19, 2012



Ah, a huge loss to music, acting, neighbors, friends, mankind.


To each of us.


Just listen to him sing, you'll hear it.


It must be 1968 or so and I am reading an interview with Jimi Hendrix and there's the guitar god speaking like an excited kid about a band by the name of The Band.


Hendrix mentioned an album titled "Music From Big Pink".


What in the world? I thought.


Immediately I went out the door, down the drive, along the sidewalk of houses and dogs and friends until I came to my small town and kept walking, to the Main Street
and into the red doors of Woolworth's and there in the record bin, about three wide,
was the album Hendrix had spoken about. Praised to the heavens. New in plastic and $2.95.
Capitol Records.


I bought it with little money I owned.


Played the record to death.


And still play it.


I was a drummer then and Levon was a drummer, one who sang with a great side whip charging southern voice. He was calvary.


Decades later we raised a son and he became a drummer and of course he took to Levon like every drummer I ever met did. One day he called Levon, who he didn't know, and Levon certainly didn't know him, and it was just after Levon's throat surgery for cancer and he spoke quite awhile to this young sixteen year old drummer.


I could get tears in my eyes thinking of that quality of man.





The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down by The Band on Grooveshark





by the way ~
this wheel's on fire is a terrific read
title taken from a terrific song
and one of the
top-notch books ever published
in this country on music,
musicians and the road




EARTH ~





W.G. Sebald



For how hard it is

to understand the landscape

as you pass in a train

from here to there

and mutely it

watches you vanish.










Crossing the Water



In early November 1980

walking across

the Bridge of Peace I almost

went out of my mind










At the Edge



of its vision

the dog still sees

everything as it was

in the beginning










October Heat Wave



From the flyover
that leads down
to the Holland
Tunnel I saw
the red disk
of the sun
rising over the
promised city.


By the early
afternoon the
thermometer
reached eighty-
five & a steel
blue haze
hung about the
shimmering towers


whilst at the White
House Conference
on Climate the
President listened
to experts talking
about converting
green algae into
clean fuel & I lay


in my darkened
hotel room near
Gramercy Park
dreaming through
the roar of Manhattan
of a great river
rushing into
a cataract.


In the evening
at a reception
I stood by an open
French window
& pitied the
crippled tree
that grew in a
tub in the yard.


Practically defo-
liated it was
of an uncertain
species, its trunk
& its branches
wound round with
strings of tiny
electric bulbs.


A young woman
came up to me
& said that al-
though on vacation
she had spent
all day at
the office
which unlike


her apartment was
air-conditioned &
as cold as the
morgue. There,
she said, I am
happy like an
opened up oyster
on a bed of ice.




_______________

W.G. Sebald
translated by Iain Galbraith
Across the Land and the Water
(Random House, 2011)






'I don't think one can write from a compromised moral position," remarked the German writer WG Sebald, who has died, aged 57, in a car crash in East Anglia. That scruple put him at odds with much of contemporary writing.

Scorning the Holocaust "industry", and what he referred to as an official culture of mourning and remembering, Sebald disliked feel-good sentimental portrayals of terrible events - such as Thomas Keneally's Schindler's Ark. He claimed no false intimacy with the dead.

He wanted to find a literary form responsive to the waves and echoes of human tragedy which spread out, across generations and nations, yet which began in his childhood. In the ruined cities and towns of post-war Germany the causes of the destruction of an entire society were never discussed. His father, who came home a stranger to his three-year-old son in 1947, after being released from a POW camp in France, said nothing about the war. Silence and forgetting were conditions of his early life.

read more

(the guardian. u.k.)




Wednesday, April 18, 2012

EARTH ~







Alan Chong Lau's painting for the Year of the Rabbit
sent to Bob & Susan
via mail art


Alan & Kazuko still live at the same address
where we went to visit and stay with John Levy
Seattle 1979 ~
When John moved out, A & K moved in
No fuss, no muss


We went back some years later and arrived at dawn
too early to knock at any apartment door
so we walked the pleasant neighborhood
and called all the house cats from their porch stoops,
many came!


Then we went to knock at Alan and Kazuko's door
but Alan had already left for his job
at a grocer's, so we bid Kazuko good morning
and headed down into the city, and there
was Alan, poet/artist, working in the vegetable bins


We had a grocer's visit with Alan ~
Some years later published this booklet
of poems and drawings from Alan's grocer ways ~
we have all his paintings that were gifted to us
now in frames







Alan's Longhouse booklet
available from:











Tuesday, April 17, 2012

EARTH ~









SPINNING WHEEL



A poet friend from Scotland tells another to
Meet me in Vermont when she arrives


In our town we live for months & months
Both unknown to one another


Then a poet from North Carolina
Visits to read in town


He is friendly and speaks of
Poets he knows hereabouts


My name comes up
He nods my way


Unknown to me the woman from
Scotland is in the audience


This is how we meet




[ BA ]










photo © susan arnold

Monday, April 16, 2012

EARTH ~






Peter Lamborn Wilson
"ec(o)logues"
Sloow Tapes


please click on image to enlarge



I love mail-art and have practiced it myself for forty years in all sorts of sending venues.


I also love receiving mail from outposts close to the earth, barely any funds, scratching together a great idea and running with it: music, poetry, film, art, anything handmade. The world won't quite end if we continue to make the hand~makers! So teach your children well, share with your neighbor, put your poems and art and music, one by one, into hands.


The Other World out there, of business and profits and arguments and fights, doesn't have a clue what any of this about. Much of the world continues to listen to dignified idiots, or actually think there needs to be a qualification as to a 99% and a 1%.


Well there is a difference and it's rather easy to detect: 99% counts their change.
1% doesn't carry change.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/26/opinion/the-rich-get-even-richer.html?hp


Sloow Tapes is out of Belgium and run by
bart de paepe
at
sloowtapes@gmail.com

it's delightfully handmade and of immediate purpose: poets or musicians at work and prepared all on easy access cassette, with personalized inner sleeves about the performer and often art work to match the eye and meal. Good stuff.








Sunday, April 15, 2012

EARTH ~




These 23 Days in September by David Blue on Grooveshark


Now and then you can walk into a used music store and if you're lucky get to hear a little gem like this song rolling. . .and even better find a copy of the LP tucked under other bins, on the floor, stuffed in a box, sort of like a coffin. Blue was young when he passed away from a heart attack while jogging in Washington Square Park in New York City, 1982, age 41. He had recorded eight albums, appeared in Bob Dylan's Renaldo and Clara, as well as Wim Wenders An American Friend and other films, and at one time his name was on the same breath and wavelength as his Greenwich Village folk musician cohorts Tom Paxton, Eric Anderson, Dave Van Ronk, Bob Dylan et al. A few words are in order to remember and certainly respect the memory of the man and artist — but really I want to share the song with you and have it play & play. Forever. It wasn't on the Grooveshark mammoth jukebox, so we loaded it on.








Saturday, April 14, 2012

BOOK ART ~






Krystyna Wasserman
Princeton Architectural Press, 2007, 2011


This book showcases more than one hundred of the finest artists' books culled from the collection of the National Museum of Women in the Arts








Claire Van Vliet

Circulus Sapientiae (Circle of wisdom), 2001

Pulp painting on handmade paper, CD

5.5 x 12 in. / Edition of 120








Allison Cooke Brown

Teatimes, 2005

teabags, sepia ink, silk-covered box w/paper lining,
bone clasp









Pamela Spitzmueller

British Museum Memoir, 1997

small-grid graph paper, color pencil

ink, copper sheet and copper wire









Lois Morrison

Endangered Species, 1999

cloth over board, color-copied drawings,
gocco prints, paper, color pen









Emily Martin

Eight Slices of Pie, 2002

inkjet on paper, aluminum and plastic pie pan









Mary Bennett

German Egypt, 2002

altered book








Meret Oppenheim

Caroline, 1985

letterpress, colored etchings, embossing









Mirella Bentivoglio

Litolattine, 1998

iron, tin cans, caps









Karen Kunc

Small Gifts, 2004

text from Finnish folk song
color etchings and aquatints on handmade paper, letterpress










Genie Shenk

Dreams: 2005

I went to sleep, where did I go?


(not in this book, but irresistible)






Emily Martin, Lois Morrison, Allison Cooke Brown, Claire Van Vliet, Pamela Spitzmueller, Krystyna Wasserman, Karen Kunc, Mirella Bentivoglio, Meret Oppenheim, Mary Benett, Genie Shenk,




Friday, April 13, 2012

NEW BOOK! ~










NOT HERE


It was
a room which
she slowly
filled


or it was
a movement that
she
made


or
just that she was there
and
stayed.


Considering
the time of day
the opportunity
was to


his advantage. The
time she
stayed
and still more. The


movement, the
confusion.
How together they saw
through the confusion.


They almost
could have said
we're
happy.




Rolf Dieter Brinkmann
trans. Mark Terrill














Thursday, April 12, 2012

EARTH ~





Tamarack



EARTH ~











back road chalkie
photo © bob arnold




Wednesday, April 11, 2012