Italian Ways: Rome from an airplane.
LA Times: Race, inequality, polarized politics: Why Shakespeare’s 1623 First Folio matters in 2016.
What astonishes, is that a simple book could resonate through the ages. When I saw it here, it was in a glass case, turned to Hamlet (‘To be or not to be’), with a single overhead light. I didn’t understand the minimalism at that time, but now it’s clear. You don’t have to create earthquakes to change a civilization. You just have to write what is true.
Guardian.UK: Memorising poetry is an art of the heart.
“There are some people I know who are just able to carry around absurd amounts of poetry in their heads.” I used to, when a kid in Princeton. It was a novelty in my social group. I have to have a certain amount of alcohol now to revive the neurons. I should make time to reestablish the pathways naturally; it’s something I’d like to add to my everyday conversation. On the endless life to-do list ...
Publishers Weekly: My Very Rough Two Weeks Working for Barnes & Noble.
Guardian.UK: Annie Proulx - ‘I’ve had a life. I see how slippery things can be’.
“Proulx was a latecomer to the literary world, publishing her first novel, Postcards, when she was 56.” This is what those ‘30 under 30’ articles miss. The wonderful late bloomers.
Guardian.UK: X-rays reveal 1,300-year-old writings inside later bookbindings.
A new kind of palimpsest.
Goins, Writer: The Painful Practice of Putting Your Art Out There.
Yes. Interestingly, the Evernote Clipper will not function on this site. I can only bookmark it. I wonder if that’s purposeful.
New Yorker: “My Friend Flicka” - A Book About Horses That Is a Book About First Love.
Do you mean kids don’t read this book anymore? Flicka and the two sequels were regular favorites when I was a child. One of the reasons I *had* to live in the West. Books are meaningful. Choose your mental furniture carefully!
Mr Porter: How To Be Parisian.
Ghost in the Machine: Catching Up - Books.
Busy guy, Kevin. On my reading list(s). For The Past and Future City, did you look at the [what I call] Disneyfication of Santa Fe after 1912? They stripped the Victorian clapboards, the brick buildings, and stuccoed them over to look like Spanish Revival/Pueblo style. The past was forsaken for an older, faux past. Umberto Eco, Travels in Hyperreality, cubed.
Italian Ways: Etruscan cities - a journey of discovery.
Oh, those mysterious Etruscans.
ArtDaily: Annie Leibovitz talks high-fliers and photo phobics at Hong Kong show.
Looks like my office. Almost. I’ve been comparing car prints. Easiest to do with a pushpin on the walls. Wife’s having a fit because I’ll have to patch holes. Little pushpin pricks? Toothpaste.
NPR: ‘Sweetbitter’ Is A Savory Saga Of Restaurant Life And Love.
I keep seeing reviews of this book again and again. Either it’s a great book, or someone’s really going out of their way to push this. I mean, it’s coming up in at least a half-dozen feeds in my agg over the last week. When you scan the reviews, the point that stands out: “There’s sex in it.” OK.
Hyperallergic: Why Museums Are Granting Google Free Access to Their Collections.
Of note. I wonder if this won’t actually depress museum visitation; Americans already consider ‘authentic fakes’ acceptable. Digital reproductions are the next best thing ... they won’t have to lift a finger to actually experience art. I suppose I’m a Luddite (once again). There’s a numinous feeling in the great museums.
Createquity: The BFA’s Dance With Inequality.
“Has the arts degree become a luxury, or are artists from less advantaged backgrounds missing out on something?” There’s something I suppose only someone raised around the Ivy League could appreciate, affecting this. An arts degree is one of the few ‘socially approved’ degrees for rootless young children (mostly female) of affluence. As a result, there is often a bifurcation in arts programs - those who are ‘coasting’ until graduation, versus the working-class talents who are scraping to afford the education, milking the experience and contacts extensively in whatever free hours they have beyond the necessary work-study and other financial aid debt-slavery used to attend the best art schools. Sale ramen and bottled spaghetti sauce for four years, and worse ... to realize their dreams. To enter the workforce for a <20k paycheck, often. Yeah, realities. Meantime, the affluent coasters marry up to other bluebloods, nary a concern about debt. Or about art.
Youtube/Netflix: The Little Prince - Main Trailer.
Brings tears to my eyes. Saint-Ex comes to save the world, at just the right time. Only few will listen. Will it make a difference? I hope. Fervently hope.
Literary Hub: On the Art and Writing of the 1980s (And Against the 90s).
That third paragraph. How I wish I’d written it!
HyperAllergic: Kids Smash Art at Glass Museum While Adults Stand by Filming.
Speaking of parenting ... I was at Whole Foods the other day, and a gaggle of kids were rushing down the aisles knocking down boxes and packages. I said, “Whoa, whoa, WHOA”, the parents glared at me. They started to walk away, but I’d popped at that point. “It’s not up to others to do your job for you.” The husband really wanted to take a swing! I walked over to the info desk and let the WF people know about the mess. They said “It happens all the time. We’re supposed to ignore it.”
My uncle used to have this flat paddle hanging by his back door, with the words “Board of Education” printed on it, enhanced by an image of children getting paddled. [Later: Found online.] When we’d have dinner over at his house, I’d be stuck at a folding table next to that paddle. I don’t think I ever behaved so perfectly in any house as I did at my uncle’s. Perhaps an idea for stores. You don’t have to ever USE it. It just sits there as an imagination-generator.
ArtDaily: Native Americans step up fight over sacred object auctions.
“Kraus specifically objected to one item in next week’s auction, lot #206 described as a warrior jacket of scalps. ‘In our world, if that’s human remains, you cannot sell human remains. It’s just not the thing to do’ ...” It is wrong, and it should stop.
Literary Hub: How Writers Will Steal Your Life and Use it For Fiction.
The Millions: Dear Novel - On Breaking Up with Your Manuscript.
“ Every fiction writer thinks they need to be in a long-term relationship.” Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sometimes the arc is naturally short. Trying to lengthen it, it just gets worse and worse ... and the self-pressure dials to 11, 12 ...
DP Review: LandscapePro software promises simple steps to dramatic changes.
This kind of software makes me crazy. I saw an article by a photographer the other day, who changes the size of features in his landscape shots via Photoshop. Makes mountains taller, seashells bigger/smaller, that kind of thing. The result is a complete fantasy. Sure, that has a place in photography, but it should be labelled as such. Fantasy. Fine art shot. Not reality. Very hard to place the line between sometimes.
Bad enough we alter colors and ranges of contrast routinely. Worse that we photograph crowded places during slow times, giving the impression that beauty and solitude are guaranteed (Santa Fe, this is getting very hard to do with all the tourism pushes). You see a photo of Santa Fe Plaza empty - it’s fiction. The place always has people in it.
It’s good, occasionally, to ask one’s self “What exactly am I portraying and why”.
BBC: ‘Elizabeth I dress’ stored as altar cloth under vicar’s bed.
Can’t quite judge the size. Seems like an awful lot of cloth for the bustier sort of clothing depicted. Unless it also included the skirt.
Catapult: The Fierce Triumph of Loneliness.
“I moved through these scenes like a ghost yet felt astoundingly whole.” Well-expressed.
Dazed: Studio Ghibli’s back with a co-produced silent film.
“It’s an 80-minute, full-length feature that tells the tale of a sailor stranded on an uninhabited tropical island, grappling with the prospect of an eternal life of solititude with only crabs and fish for company. He tries in vain to escape, before a mysterious woman turns up out of the sea, along with a giant red turtle.” In case you’re exhausted of caped and armored crusaders at the cinema.