Archive for the ‘Art & Aesthetics’ Category

How to Become White

Saturday, June 5th, 2010

1) Steal some land.
2) Murder as much of the indigenous population as possible.
3) Make racist laws that oppress the remainder.
4) Kill some from time to time, to let them know who’s boss.
5) And be sure to mock them, the living and the dead, with crude, even brutal, racist humor!

Just a little white humor from Caroline Glick, deputy managing editor of the (white) Jerusalem Post.

A Comment on the Movies

Sunday, February 21st, 2010

I’m speaking of the morality play of the Jesuits, not the morality play on the style of Everyman, which is the British morality play in Gothic form, before the Renaissance. I see it in the dark grey of Germany, Holland, more or less of the Breughel period. Musically, I can only point to Carmina Burana, which comes from the same time. Now, in the telling of a story in films, the director is more or less obliged to stylize characters as characters are stylized in artwork in the Church of Notre Dame or the Gothic churches of England. You have only a short time to tell a story, and therefore — I’m now going from one theory to another, so don’t misunderstand me — you must have two sides, as in the commedia dell’arte, and later seen in our great Western successes as: the man with the white hat, the man with the black hat. You have the wonderful chance — which no theatre ever had — to create the background against which your characters tell a story, in a stylized form. If you take today, for instance, Z [1969; Costa-Gavras] — in it there is the highest form of stylization; the director created a Greek chorus with the blue-steel helmets of the police, and this becomes a theme in his film. It reminds you of the Eumenides — of the great classical Greek tragedy. You look at that picture, and whenever danger comes and whenever brutality forces you, these blue-helmeted figures take the whole screen.

— Edgar G. Ulmer
Interview with Peter Bogdanovich
Who the Devil Made It

Personally, I doubt there’s a director working in Hollywood today who would understand anything Ulmer is talking about. Ulmer was a Czech, a European who immigrated to the United States. Along with many other Europeans who fled the Nazis or came for the money, he created the so-called “American” movie.

Now, we have what Sarah Palin might call Real Americans making the American movie. The American movie is now mainly concerned with comic books.  As a college rommate of mine once observed, the only Real American art form is the skyscraper.

Crash!!!

Sunday, February 21st, 2010

2.8571428571428571428571429e-13th of The (Class War) Bailout goes up in smoke. (The pilots made it out.)

On Artists with MFAs and Other Certificates

Sunday, February 21st, 2010

   If Tristan Tzara had barely suspected the meaning of this famous existence we drag along between apes and bedbugs, he would have seen the fraud of all art and all artistic movements and he would have become a Dadaist.  Where have these gentlemen who are so eager to appear in the history of literature left their irony?  Where is the eye that weeps and laughs at the gigantic rump and carnival of this world?  Buried in books, they have lost their independence, the ambition to be as famous as Rabelais or Flaubert has robbed them of the courage to laugh — there is so much marching, writing, living to be done.  Rimbaud jumped in the ocean and started to swim to St. Helena, Rimbaud was a hell of a guy, they sit in the cafés and rack their brains over the quickest way of getting to be a hell of a guy.

— Richard Huelsenbeck
En Avant Dada:  The History of Dada (1920)

Risk

Sunday, February 21st, 2010

Philip K. Dick risks.  Frank Zappa risks.  Cormac McCarthy risks.  Henry Miller risks.  (You ask, What do they risk?  Being misunderstood.)  What do our careerists of arts and letters risk in their quite plainness, their entertaining?  How much can be risked when one has an advanced degree “to fall back on”?  Does a college professor risk, and, if so, what?  What risks are incurred by social climbing?  Is it done without a net?

Sunday, February 21st, 2010

Philip K. Dick risks.  Frank Zappa risks.  Cormac McCarthy risks.  Henry Miller risks.  (You ask, What do they risk?  Being misunderstood.)  What do our careerists of arts and letters risk in their quite plainness, their entertaining?  How much can be risked when one has an advanced degree "to fall back on"?  Does a college professor risk, and, if so, what?  What risks are incurred by social climbing?  Is it done without a net?

The Truth Should Be Hard to Read

Saturday, October 3rd, 2009

Examples:

  • Oedipus Rex
  • The Bacchae
  • King Lear

The actual words, the reading of the physical words, should be easy. The words should draw you along and carry you to the truth. But the truth, that won’t be easy. Not because it’s bad or awful or depressing, but because we refuse to believe it — we actively resist the truth. (All of us, not just the alcoholics and the addicts.) We want to believe the delusions of real-ism.

“The Imp of the Perverse.” Perverse is the word for our relationship with the truth.

Why does the human resist truth? What difference would knowing the cause make?

Isn’t the cause, really, fear? We fear the truth.

We fear the truth as the truth. If the truth is out, we’re ruined: we’ll be shown up for the impostors we are, and, what’s more, the truth will expose What We Really Are.

But the truth is supposed to be power — the key to the freedom we lack and desire.