Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Gregory Crewdson


Gregory Crewdson, Untitled (Ophelia), 2001. (C) Gregory Crewdson.

I don't like this picture. I don't like Crewdson's work generally. I don't even like the work of his followers, much. But I haven't quite known why.

Maybe there is something about photography as an art form that is inimical to certain kinds of contrivance. For example, continuing to speak personally, I like Millais' Ophelia, and yet it could hardly be more contrived. But we expect painters to contrive.


John Everett Millais, Ophelia, 1852

At the same time, I don't object to all contrivance in photography. I like Cindy Sherman, for example. Although her work is obviously staged, that's the point, and there's nothing pretentious about it. I like Jeff Wall. His pictures are contrived, but, again, without pretense and to an end that is essentially visual. I like the conceptual but straightforward work of Bernd and Hilla Becher. I even like Uta Barth.

What, then, is my problem with Crewdson?


Robert Frank, U.S. 66, 1955. (C) Robert Frank

My problem - the problem - with Crewdson is that his pictures have no truth in them. Not only do they refer to nothing real in the world, they contain no truth of their own. There is nothing in them that causes us to say "yes, that's how it is." On any level. And what is art if not an objective referent of felt life?

Robert Frank, in contrast, did both. His pictures described an America that really existed, somewhere, out there, and also told us how it felt, how it still feels, to live there. I don't know if there is less truth in America now than there was in 1955, but I think it's a good bet. That's another reason why Frank looks so strong today, and Crewdson so shallow. We're just dying for someone to tell us the truth.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Gray City


Somewhere in the Avenues, 2006

What a beautifully gray city this is.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

The Candidate Speaks

As we circle the drain this Thanksgiving, how about a little poem? Here's a good one:

The Second Coming

by William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Wow. Maybe I should have saved that for Christmas. Anyway, my "handler" says I should mention that I don't really give a damn about "the centre." I just like those birds.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Monday, November 20, 2006

Animal



How are we to act toward the animals? Evolution is just too slow. For us, not them. They are as they always have been: innocent. We, on the other hand, having multiplied our powers almost infinitely, are lords of the earth. But we still lack empathy.

The other day, looking for an unfamiliar channel, I came upon a hunting show. Before I could move my thumb, two laughing men in camouflage shot and killed a mountain goat. If I could, I would have struck them dead on the spot. (Note to TiVo.) Yet I eat meat and love my leather jacket. What an intractable mess.

Better to shoot a hunter than an animal? Of course. But shoot that guy in the leather jacket? I don't think so.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Robert Adams


Robert Adams, Untitled, Denver, 1970-74. Copyright Robert Adams

Robert Adams, whom I don't know, strikes me as among the most gentle of men. He is certainly among the gentlest and least demonstrative of photographers. Although his subject is the death of the West, his pictures are filled with light. Still, I wasn't surprised by the following exchange, which appears in his recent "Along Some Rivers."

"What disappoints you most about America now?"

"Its elevation of greed to a public virtue . . . "

"Where do the political calamities of recent years lead you?"

"Kerstin and I have, like many, thought about leaving, and we continue to think about it, although our age is an obstacle. The question is where. Kerstin is from Sweden, and we admire many of the values there, so we consider it, but the language is a barrier for me. . . . I had a Jewish colleague who took the last train out of Germany. That's cutting it too close. . . . "

Of course, Adams spoke these words before last week's elections. Maybe he's changed his mind since. Or maybe, like any prudent person, he already had a ticket anyway.

(Fraenkel Gallery has a nice slide show (three, actually) of Adams' work.)

Thursday, November 16, 2006

The Candidate Shrugs

From yesterday's New York Times:

"Senator
Trent Lott of Mississippi, who was driven from the Republican leadership four years ago after he made ill-considered remarks at a birthday party for Strom Thurmond, returned to the Senate’s top ranks today, winning election as minority whip in the next session by a single vote. . . .

"Mr. Lott’s downfall began in December 2002, at the 100th birthday party for Mr. Thurmond, the longtime segregationist and 1948 Dixiecrat candidate for president. 'I want to say this about my state,' Mr. Lott began in tribute. 'When Strom Thurmond ran for president, we voted for him. We’re proud of it. And if the rest of the country had followed our lead, we wouldn’t have had all these problems over the years, either.'"

Some things just never change. Like racism and the right.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

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Wednesday, November 08, 2006

The Candidate Speaks

"Love to eat them Bushies/Bushies what I love to eat/Bite off their little heads/Nibble on their little feet." Sorry. Couldn't help myself. The Democrats won! The Democrats won! Yippee!

But what actually do we have to celebrate? Not much. Sure, some of the bums got tossed. (The defeats of Pombo and Santorum are particularly sweet.) But will it matter? A year from now, or two, when we look back, will we still believe this election changed anything? I doubt it.

Even the Democrats don't expect much from their victory. "House Democratic leaders have already indicated that they will not cut off financing for the war; in many ways, their greatest power will be their ability to investigate, hold hearings and provide the oversight that they asserted was so lacking in recent years." Big deal. And their professed willingness to allow the war to continue, when it could be stopped, is appalling.

Already, then, what is most illuminated by this election is the profound gap between what is and what could be. Between what is and what should be.

And what should be? What should Democrats do, when they're not too busy holding hearings? Well, I'll tell you. They should lead us back to the basics. No, not that wussy "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" stuff. Sacre bleu! The George LeChat basics: liberty, equality, fraternity, and reciprocity!

Liberty should be easy. Civil liberties are us. We have nothing else to show the world, and no other weapon to defend ourselves. Restore habeas corpus. Repudiate the Patriot Act and all its evil ilk. More important, recognize that stuff for what it is: a means to control, not protect, us.

Equality might be a little more difficult. Politicians are, by nature, craven slimeballs. (I refer, of course, to other politicians.) Before anything can be accomplished, it will be necessary to limit the influence of the entrenched upon them. How? Strict public finance of everything political. If you're a candidate for president, you get $10 million to spend on your campaign. No more. Spend a penny extra, you're disqualified. And equal time for all. Get money out of politics; make every vote count the same.

Next, let's agree that democracy doesn't work very well when economic disparities are too extreme. (If we're not there now, we will be soon; just look at the data on distribution of wealth.) No one needs $100 million a year. Everyone needs $50,000. A truly progressive tax code could go a long way toward accomplishing this. Just think: if the pursuit of wealth were impractical, the pursuit of happiness might get interesting.

Fraternity shouldn't be too hard. We can afford to be generous. If people are willing to suffer to come here, let's make them citizens, not send them home. Nobody should sleep on the street who doesn't want to. And let's declare victory in the war on drugs and move on to something important. Like the war on ignorance.

Speaking of war, what about foreign policy? That's where reciprocity comes in; it's foreign policy in a word. Before we take any action, before we implement any policy, just ask: would we tolerate that policy if it were imposed on us? Would we welcome it? Simple. (Downright biblical, really, for all you Christians out there, but more, you know, that new testament.)

There they are: the George LeChat basics. But I guess you can't please everyone. Even my "handler" is muttering. "You topian," I think I heard him say. Well, my fellow Americans, allow me to assure you that I am not and never have been a topian. I was a Democrat, once, but that was back when I still believed they might accomplish something. Sure, Democrats may be better than Republicans. Just as cancer might be better than polio. (Thanks, Mick.) Me, I don't want either of them.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

The Candidate Shrugs

From today's New York Times:

"Sixteen years after he left power, Daniel Ortega, a former Marxist president and the Sandinista leader who is still regarded as a sworn foe by many in Washington, appeared headed to a victory on Monday in the Nicaraguan presidential election. . . . The White House said it would withdraw aid from an Ortega government."

Yeah, those neocons sure love democracy.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Carneros

America votes!

The Candidate Shrugs

From yesterday's New York Times:

"The
Central Intelligence Agency and the Justice Department have told a federal court that permitting lawyers access to high-level Qaeda suspects without tighter secrecy procedures could damage national security by revealing harsh 'alternative interrogation methods' used in secret C.I.A. prisons overseas."

Not that.

Friday, November 03, 2006

The Candidate Shrugs

From today's New York Times on line:

"The Rev. Ted Haggard, the former president of the National Association of Evangelicals and one of the nation’s most influential Christian leaders, admitted today that he had purchased the illegal drug methamphetamine from a gay escort in Denver, but denied that he ever had sex with the man."

Praise the Lord. And good riddance.

The Candidate Speaks

Poor John Kerry. Isn't it obvious to all but the willfully stupid that a volunteer army must consist mostly of people whose options are limited? (And that we probably wouldn't have started this war if we had to fight it with the sons and daughters of the elite?) So why apologize?