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Tuesday, August 12, 2003
bull
it was one thing to watch Robert Hughes' thinking out loud about Goya last night:
Contemplating Goya's famously explicit nude Naked Maja, for example, Hughes makes proper tribute to its aesthetic qualities before quickly cutting to the chase. What the painting really provokes is "unmitigated lust" and the desire to "hop in there like a bee hopping into a peony and have a wonderful afternoon".
A particulary delicious metaphor.
"Well, I'm afraid it's a steal from a 17th-century Japanese haiku by Basho. Something like: 'Into a peony creeps a bee. Ecstasy.' "
Visceral or not - there was something bordering on the sleaze here. Maybe art is essentially sleazy, who knows. However boynton had to leave the room and do the dishes when it got onto bullfighting, and those who might oppose it being labelled "self-appointed humanitarians" Hughes obviously endorses this ecstasy or death in the afternoon, but here is a self-appointed humanitarian link that gives a counter view.
Comments: bull
AND he endorsed "fox hunting" in the same breath as bullfighting! Like:
"I'm a man who stands by his 'bloodsports' - as well as having a soft underbelly..."
Sad.
Posted by Nora at August 12, 2003 05:33 PM
Wonder what his take is on bear and/or bull baiting? Lucky no 'crazy genius' mythologized these and other sports I guess.
Posted by boynton at August 12, 2003 07:03 PM
What did you make of the war images?
Do you think that Goya is an exception to the Susan Sontag's charge in her Regarding the Pain of Others (see junk for code) that:
tormented mutilated bodies arouse a prurient interest;
images that display the violation of an attractive body are, to a certain degree, pornographic.
I would be interested in a response as I'm struggling with this on my ongoing commentary on Sontag's book at junk for code. I've got a bit stuck.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at August 12, 2003 07:09 PM
I'm of the opinion that anything can at any time be considered pornographic by anyone, depending upon their particular turn of mind. Whether Goya's [i]Desastres[/i] constitute something pornographic is, therefore, probably in the eye of the beholder.
boynton, I'm with you on the sleaze factor. I was watching that documentary too and was rather stunned by the scene with the nude maja. I mean, if Hughes has some fantasy about fucking the girl, that's up to him. I'm just not sure I want to hear about it in an arts documentary like that. I tend to agree also with whoever said on Critical Mass afterwards that the film was more about Hughes than Goya. All critical work is about the critic as much as the thing being critiqued, of course, but this definitely had more of Hughes in it than old Francisco.
Posted by James Russell at August 12, 2003 07:48 PM
Obviously those italics tags are completely wrong. Must remember: square brackets only on UBB-powered message boards, not people's comments boxes...
Posted by James Russell at August 12, 2003 07:52 PM
Gary - Goya's war images still shock. It is the human scale and drama in the tableau that makes the horror seem raw, the choreography of the close up. Hughes was able to reveal the inherent despair of the images too. He said something like - "I can't look without wanting to weep."
Sometimes to be party to such raw pain does create that ambivalnece of voyeurism.
I saw your post today, Gary, and recoiled slightly myself at the complicity of the gaze - rubber-necking hell. But the discussion of the general brutality of war is compelling.
btw "This Public Address" has recently been posting on some related themes.
James - it was almost satire - wasn't it? - but it didn't work on that level either. It was a bit like - you know, the death of "civilisation" (in the Kenneth Clarke sense of the word") to see Hughes suddenly channel Pete and Dud.
Ogling is never good TV.
And sorry about the lack of html. Still haven't enabled it. Was worried about being hacked!
(Now I'd welcome such interest.)
Posted by boynton at August 12, 2003 09:51 PM
Contemplating Goya's famously explicit nude Naked Maja, for example, Hughes makes proper tribute to its aesthetic qualities before quickly cutting to the chase. What the painting really provokes is "unmitigated lust" and the desire to "hop in there like a bee hopping into a peony and have a wonderful afternoon".
A particulary delicious metaphor.
"Well, I'm afraid it's a steal from a 17th-century Japanese haiku by Basho. Something like: 'Into a peony creeps a bee. Ecstasy.' "
Visceral or not - there was something bordering on the sleaze here. Maybe art is essentially sleazy, who knows. However boynton had to leave the room and do the dishes when it got onto bullfighting, and those who might oppose it being labelled "self-appointed humanitarians" Hughes obviously endorses this ecstasy or death in the afternoon, but here is a self-appointed humanitarian link that gives a counter view.
Comments: bull
AND he endorsed "fox hunting" in the same breath as bullfighting! Like:
"I'm a man who stands by his 'bloodsports' - as well as having a soft underbelly..."
Sad.
Posted by Nora at August 12, 2003 05:33 PM
Wonder what his take is on bear and/or bull baiting? Lucky no 'crazy genius' mythologized these and other sports I guess.
Posted by boynton at August 12, 2003 07:03 PM
What did you make of the war images?
Do you think that Goya is an exception to the Susan Sontag's charge in her Regarding the Pain of Others (see junk for code) that:
tormented mutilated bodies arouse a prurient interest;
images that display the violation of an attractive body are, to a certain degree, pornographic.
I would be interested in a response as I'm struggling with this on my ongoing commentary on Sontag's book at junk for code. I've got a bit stuck.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at August 12, 2003 07:09 PM
I'm of the opinion that anything can at any time be considered pornographic by anyone, depending upon their particular turn of mind. Whether Goya's [i]Desastres[/i] constitute something pornographic is, therefore, probably in the eye of the beholder.
boynton, I'm with you on the sleaze factor. I was watching that documentary too and was rather stunned by the scene with the nude maja. I mean, if Hughes has some fantasy about fucking the girl, that's up to him. I'm just not sure I want to hear about it in an arts documentary like that. I tend to agree also with whoever said on Critical Mass afterwards that the film was more about Hughes than Goya. All critical work is about the critic as much as the thing being critiqued, of course, but this definitely had more of Hughes in it than old Francisco.
Posted by James Russell at August 12, 2003 07:48 PM
Obviously those italics tags are completely wrong. Must remember: square brackets only on UBB-powered message boards, not people's comments boxes...
Posted by James Russell at August 12, 2003 07:52 PM
Gary - Goya's war images still shock. It is the human scale and drama in the tableau that makes the horror seem raw, the choreography of the close up. Hughes was able to reveal the inherent despair of the images too. He said something like - "I can't look without wanting to weep."
Sometimes to be party to such raw pain does create that ambivalnece of voyeurism.
I saw your post today, Gary, and recoiled slightly myself at the complicity of the gaze - rubber-necking hell. But the discussion of the general brutality of war is compelling.
btw "This Public Address" has recently been posting on some related themes.
James - it was almost satire - wasn't it? - but it didn't work on that level either. It was a bit like - you know, the death of "civilisation" (in the Kenneth Clarke sense of the word") to see Hughes suddenly channel Pete and Dud.
Ogling is never good TV.
And sorry about the lack of html. Still haven't enabled it. Was worried about being hacked!
(Now I'd welcome such interest.)
Posted by boynton at August 12, 2003 09:51 PM
Monday, August 11, 2003
stone
As usual boynton may have taken a bit of p license in that description of local suburban stonework - calling it Castlemaine Slate. Gratuitous reference to central victoria. Of course it may well be, but then it may also be just your standard sandstone, or freestone etc. This is a picture of Castlemaine slate, used in a cairn Sculpture located on Herring Island. (see artworks for more details, as well as other interesting framed pages.)
There are also some images within this essay New Stone Age by Kevin Murray (Duldig Memorial Lecture, 1995.) Murray looks at the langauge and meaning of stone, and the way a reverance for endurance and commemoration has given way to a postmodern suspicion
Think of the contrast between strolling down the aisle of supermarket and walking along a cemetery path. On the one side, we have shelves of future litter, and on the other past memories.
Perhaps though, he concludes, the electronic immaterialism of the digital age will also be a prelude to a kind of return to earth, wood, and stone.
Comments: stone
WTF is "freestone"? BTW how come those cairns always look like giant pine cones?
Posted by Nora at August 11, 2003 10:30 PM
er yes I use the word poetically again I suspect, Nora. Don't know why such a word would suddenly sneak in to such a sober post. An Imposter.
And who knows - maybe the cairns look like that because of the bairns?
Posted by boynton at August 11, 2003 10:47 PM
There are also some images within this essay New Stone Age by Kevin Murray (Duldig Memorial Lecture, 1995.) Murray looks at the langauge and meaning of stone, and the way a reverance for endurance and commemoration has given way to a postmodern suspicion
Think of the contrast between strolling down the aisle of supermarket and walking along a cemetery path. On the one side, we have shelves of future litter, and on the other past memories.
Perhaps though, he concludes, the electronic immaterialism of the digital age will also be a prelude to a kind of return to earth, wood, and stone.
Comments: stone
WTF is "freestone"? BTW how come those cairns always look like giant pine cones?
Posted by Nora at August 11, 2003 10:30 PM
er yes I use the word poetically again I suspect, Nora. Don't know why such a word would suddenly sneak in to such a sober post. An Imposter.
And who knows - maybe the cairns look like that because of the bairns?
Posted by boynton at August 11, 2003 10:47 PM
Thursday, August 07, 2003
mixed pics
Getting the picture - the art of the illustrated letter
features forty artists’ illustrated letters... encompassing exuberant thank you notes, winsome love letters, lively reports of current events, graphic instructions and other personalized communiqué (via wood s lot)
makes boynton want to draw someone a letter...
boynton is starting to think that be wise : listen to it fizz might be a good alternative motto for her blog. From the wonderful American package museum (via Iconomy)
Some local examples of packaging can be seen again here.
all the links are rather sublime in this artful (sensual) post at sublimate
(but perhaps especially confusion figure a)
features forty artists’ illustrated letters... encompassing exuberant thank you notes, winsome love letters, lively reports of current events, graphic instructions and other personalized communiqué (via wood s lot)
makes boynton want to draw someone a letter...
boynton is starting to think that be wise : listen to it fizz might be a good alternative motto for her blog. From the wonderful American package museum (via Iconomy)
Some local examples of packaging can be seen again here.
all the links are rather sublime in this artful (sensual) post at sublimate
(but perhaps especially confusion figure a)
Thursday, July 31, 2003
cameo
a most special guest post by esnet - of speckled and solipsistic fame
Regardless of the humidity, Ms Pea and I had been occupying the evening's time by galloping about in circles outside the house, providing a spectacle for the street and passer-by with our mocking charade of contemporary theatre and with evidence of pleasant mood. Spirits were high and humors good due to a productive day spent darning the details regarding our upcoming literary release, a penny dreadful by the name of Oh No! Miss Morris Has Misplaced a Galosh, penned by us both at the same time.
Things, as they were and continue to be, are of the favorable sort, not to be confused with ordinary times, when things appear to be off on holiday. Which isn't to say that we are ever annoyed at Things behavior regarding performance at work, social graces and attitude, it was simply an observation: Things enjoy a holiday now and then, such as they should.
That being said, it was unfortunate to find Ms Pea so completely lacking in control that when in a fit over our faux-equestrian antics, she threw a whalebone in between heaving courses of laughter. Knowing how tightly Pea is laced, it is needless to say that the recipient of the whalebone --a young boy who's name I was unable to catch along with the projected baleen-- was not pleased when he found the gift embedded in his skull, quite close to his right ear.
Feeling it best, Pea and I vacated briskly, around a corner or two and towards whichever path lead us in the exact opposite direction of the policemen, whose whistles were audible over the rooftops and seemed to be ever near. An altogether different situation is considered desirable when one finds themselves hunted much like a certain other celebrity --a John somebody or other-- and haste was to be listed among friends and acquaintances. So off we went and that is that and such as it is, tiddlty-tot. Ding!
--
POLITICS & WAR ARE MY SHOES
It is of my opinion that it may be preferable for the Empire to skip this whole Boer-problem, as our getting muddled up in it can only lead to an atrocity.
Therefore, I say Sir Kitchener might better spend his time noodling in a pub on Rotherhithe Road, sipping brandy with Kate Douglas Wiggin, basking in glory over his fruitful holiday in Sudan.
--
KITSCH & THYME
Not known for my culinary excellence --though it is known to be on par with my correspondence skills-- I was in need of a recipe in the case Ms Pea startled me with news regarding a funeral, one which we would host complete with full menu. On par with my correspondence and culinary skills is my ability to behave when amongst the populace, and decided it best to be armed lest a sudden case of the societies was to be caught. Therefore, it was to be found:
Cucumber Sandwiches
•One loaf of bread and a knife to slice it, the cucumber(s) and the wrists with
•Two cucumbers of medium build, or one in the event larger varieties are present
•One vessel of cream cheese
Combine in the manner with which one does so wish. We personally and collectively prefer 'The Primrose'.
--
ADVERTISEMENT
A GRAND OFFER!
MME. A. RUPPERT'S FACE BLEACH
MME. A. RUPPERT says: "I appreciate the fact that there are thousands of ladies in the world that would like to try my world-renowned FACE BLEACH; but have been kept from doing so on account of the price, which is $2.00 per bottle, or three bottles taken together, $5.00. In order that all of these may have an opportunity, I am now offering my FACE BLEACH -- to any lady willing to come forth -- for roughly the same price.
Address all communication to MME. A. RUPPERT, 6 East 14th Street, New York.
--
SUNDRIES FROM THE UNDERBELLY
Recently, when in a state of fear and panic, we came across the following items to be published here, in this gazette of high esteem:
Pacific Rim Camera Photographica Pages --An online guide to collectable cameras and related stuff
The art of T.L. Solien, T.L. Solien at the Tory Folliard Gallery and T.L. Solien at the Esther M. Klein Art Gallery.
The vision of Ed Paschke, Ed Paschke at Ciocca arte contemporanea with more interest produced upon gazing over the artish offerings on the Ciocca Artisti homepage.
The Seavest Collection of Contemporary Realism ("Contemporary Realism" F.f.T, H.e.h. -s)
--
HUMOROUS
"It is said," he remarked, reflectively, "that women's hands are growing larger." "Yes?" she returned, inquiringly. "Yes," he asserted. "And the worst of it is that there is every likelihood that this tendency will continue." Yes?" she said, in the same inquiring tone. "Yes," he repeated. "You see the bicycle and golf and tennis and other sports that women have recently taken up are responsible for it." "In that case," she said, with a glance at her own dainty hands, "you'd better speak quick if you want a small one." He realized that it was the opportunity of a lifetime, and he spoke promptly.
-The Chicago Post, Oct. 1896
--
APOLLO, G'S = GANGS OF GREASE
Thank you, Boynton, I hope that wasn't an utter and complete disaster, all apologies are sincere and, therefore, I am sorry.
y.F.
-s
(posted for points on behalf of the blogosphere. With apologies for boyntonising the design )
Comments: cameo
Gosh those are great cameras on your first link s. I'm sure a graphic of one of them would have made the press over at the S Gazette. Maybe the Blair Stereo Weno. (And was that secret politcal content - in camera - given the names of the first two models?)
Posted by boynton at July 31, 2003 04:56 PM
I truly enjoy the "Rolleiflex Grey Baby" and wouldn't mind obtaining one for my non-existent collection. I've been nurturing a craving for pawn shop/co-op examination, in hope of coming across some of these earlier models. I desperately need something to occupy the old time.
Posted by .es at August 1, 2003 02:28 PM
Regardless of the humidity, Ms Pea and I had been occupying the evening's time by galloping about in circles outside the house, providing a spectacle for the street and passer-by with our mocking charade of contemporary theatre and with evidence of pleasant mood. Spirits were high and humors good due to a productive day spent darning the details regarding our upcoming literary release, a penny dreadful by the name of Oh No! Miss Morris Has Misplaced a Galosh, penned by us both at the same time.
Things, as they were and continue to be, are of the favorable sort, not to be confused with ordinary times, when things appear to be off on holiday. Which isn't to say that we are ever annoyed at Things behavior regarding performance at work, social graces and attitude, it was simply an observation: Things enjoy a holiday now and then, such as they should.
That being said, it was unfortunate to find Ms Pea so completely lacking in control that when in a fit over our faux-equestrian antics, she threw a whalebone in between heaving courses of laughter. Knowing how tightly Pea is laced, it is needless to say that the recipient of the whalebone --a young boy who's name I was unable to catch along with the projected baleen-- was not pleased when he found the gift embedded in his skull, quite close to his right ear.
Feeling it best, Pea and I vacated briskly, around a corner or two and towards whichever path lead us in the exact opposite direction of the policemen, whose whistles were audible over the rooftops and seemed to be ever near. An altogether different situation is considered desirable when one finds themselves hunted much like a certain other celebrity --a John somebody or other-- and haste was to be listed among friends and acquaintances. So off we went and that is that and such as it is, tiddlty-tot. Ding!
--
POLITICS & WAR ARE MY SHOES
It is of my opinion that it may be preferable for the Empire to skip this whole Boer-problem, as our getting muddled up in it can only lead to an atrocity.
Therefore, I say Sir Kitchener might better spend his time noodling in a pub on Rotherhithe Road, sipping brandy with Kate Douglas Wiggin, basking in glory over his fruitful holiday in Sudan.
--
KITSCH & THYME
Not known for my culinary excellence --though it is known to be on par with my correspondence skills-- I was in need of a recipe in the case Ms Pea startled me with news regarding a funeral, one which we would host complete with full menu. On par with my correspondence and culinary skills is my ability to behave when amongst the populace, and decided it best to be armed lest a sudden case of the societies was to be caught. Therefore, it was to be found:
Cucumber Sandwiches
•One loaf of bread and a knife to slice it, the cucumber(s) and the wrists with
•Two cucumbers of medium build, or one in the event larger varieties are present
•One vessel of cream cheese
Combine in the manner with which one does so wish. We personally and collectively prefer 'The Primrose'.
--
ADVERTISEMENT
A GRAND OFFER!
MME. A. RUPPERT'S FACE BLEACH
MME. A. RUPPERT says: "I appreciate the fact that there are thousands of ladies in the world that would like to try my world-renowned FACE BLEACH; but have been kept from doing so on account of the price, which is $2.00 per bottle, or three bottles taken together, $5.00. In order that all of these may have an opportunity, I am now offering my FACE BLEACH -- to any lady willing to come forth -- for roughly the same price.
Address all communication to MME. A. RUPPERT, 6 East 14th Street, New York.
--
SUNDRIES FROM THE UNDERBELLY
Recently, when in a state of fear and panic, we came across the following items to be published here, in this gazette of high esteem:
Pacific Rim Camera Photographica Pages --An online guide to collectable cameras and related stuff
The art of T.L. Solien, T.L. Solien at the Tory Folliard Gallery and T.L. Solien at the Esther M. Klein Art Gallery.
The vision of Ed Paschke, Ed Paschke at Ciocca arte contemporanea with more interest produced upon gazing over the artish offerings on the Ciocca Artisti homepage.
The Seavest Collection of Contemporary Realism ("Contemporary Realism" F.f.T, H.e.h. -s)
--
HUMOROUS
"It is said," he remarked, reflectively, "that women's hands are growing larger." "Yes?" she returned, inquiringly. "Yes," he asserted. "And the worst of it is that there is every likelihood that this tendency will continue." Yes?" she said, in the same inquiring tone. "Yes," he repeated. "You see the bicycle and golf and tennis and other sports that women have recently taken up are responsible for it." "In that case," she said, with a glance at her own dainty hands, "you'd better speak quick if you want a small one." He realized that it was the opportunity of a lifetime, and he spoke promptly.
-The Chicago Post, Oct. 1896
--
APOLLO, G'S = GANGS OF GREASE
Thank you, Boynton, I hope that wasn't an utter and complete disaster, all apologies are sincere and, therefore, I am sorry.
y.F.
-s
(posted for points on behalf of the blogosphere. With apologies for boyntonising the design )
Comments: cameo
Gosh those are great cameras on your first link s. I'm sure a graphic of one of them would have made the press over at the S Gazette. Maybe the Blair Stereo Weno. (And was that secret politcal content - in camera - given the names of the first two models?)
Posted by boynton at July 31, 2003 04:56 PM
I truly enjoy the "Rolleiflex Grey Baby" and wouldn't mind obtaining one for my non-existent collection. I've been nurturing a craving for pawn shop/co-op examination, in hope of coming across some of these earlier models. I desperately need something to occupy the old time.
Posted by .es at August 1, 2003 02:28 PM
Monday, July 07, 2003
art of chess
Art of chess exhibition. ( via reenhead). Boynton likes the pumpkin set herself.
There is some link we think to this artistic commodity - a VW on your turntable - (via J Walk) but it is either unconscious or oblique. As a child boynton used to place her farm animals on the radiogram turntable, and also try to endow chess pieces with narrative storylines. Don't quite remember if the Queen and Bishop ever hung out with the cattle and ducks and pink emus down on the farm.
There is some link we think to this artistic commodity - a VW on your turntable - (via J Walk) but it is either unconscious or oblique. As a child boynton used to place her farm animals on the radiogram turntable, and also try to endow chess pieces with narrative storylines. Don't quite remember if the Queen and Bishop ever hung out with the cattle and ducks and pink emus down on the farm.
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