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Artur Żmijewski Game of Tag, 1999
‘Poland’s interior minister on Friday instructed his country’s prosecutors to follow up on an investigation by groups representing Holocaust survivors into how a video featuring a naked game of tag came to be filmed at a former Nazi death camp in the country. Mariusz Błaszczak transferred to prosecutors the dossier on the video that was filmed inside the gas chamber at Stutthof, he said Friday on Twitter. Two days earlier several groups, including the Simon Wiesenthal Center, had sent a letter to Polish President Andrjez Duda noting the video was traced back to Stutthof and demanding to know who gave permission for the filming. “It is the most disgusting thing I’ve seen in a long time,” Efraim Zuroff, the Wiesenthal Center’s chief Nazi hunter, said in 2015 about the exhibition. “They lied about it. It is just revolting and a total insult to the victims and anyone with any sense of morality or integrity.”

 

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Jan Smaga Untitled (dog), 2007
‘Jan Smaga works with photography and combines classical techniques with computer editing, constructing three-dimensional photographic objects. The technique developed by Grzeszykowska and Smaga is reminiscent of the process of scanning – a total voyeuristic documentation of the space and the people which inhabit it. In the individual projects, the artist subjects the human body to a similar, detailed analysis of the surface.’

 

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Sally Mann The Wet Bed, 1987
‘In The Wet Bed, for example, it is not clear whether the young Virginia is asleep or posing, coloring our view of the circles of urine that stain the sheet around her. Many observers of Mann’s work feel manipulated by this sense of artifice, yet Mann argues for its use, stating that “You learn something about yourself and your own fears. Everyone surely has all those fears that I have for my children.”‘

 

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John DeAndrea Various, 1972 – 1988
‘John DeAndrea is an American sculptor whose intensely realistic depictions of human figures, both nude and clothed, offer an uncanny portrait of contemporary human life. Made using plastic, polyester, fiber glass, and natural hair, his work is painted after naturalistic gypsum casting to achieve a high degree of technical precision and lifelike appearance. He has explained that his work is not intended as political, but rather an existential glimpse at an individual’s sense of self. “You don’t look at people like you look at a sculpture,” the artist has explained about the public’s interest in his work. “We’re in a room and we glance at each other. With a sculpture you can walk around it, take it apart, examine it. That’s part of what makes them appealing.”’

 

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Campaign Against Sex Robots, 2015 ->
‘True Companion’s female sexbot, Roxxxy, is apparently “always turned on and ready to play,” though as the FAQ page makes clear, she does have an off switch for when the robot shagging is over and it’s time for her to get back into the cupboard. Customers can select the skin tone, hair colour and eye colour of Roxxxy. She can even come with pubes in a variety of styles, but this costs extra. Roxxxy is suggestive of a time when men all over the world will be able to forgo the trouble and inconvenience of a real girlfriend, with all their PMT tantrums and feminist sexual demands, and simply go online, design their ideal sex pet, and wait for a woman-sized cardboard box to be delivered to their door. Dr. Kathleen Richardson wants to stop us hurtling towards this bleak version of the future. A senior research fellow in the Ethics of Robotics at De Montfort University, she’s recently launched the Campaign Against Sex Robots, along with Dr. Erik Billing of the University of Skövde in Sweden. Their campaign manifesto points out that by creating robots for sex, society is reinforcing patriarchal ideas about how women should look and behave, as well as normalising the idea that a relationship can be purely physical.’

 

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Roger Hiorns Untitled 2005–10, 2010
Untitled 2005–10 is a sculpture comprising a black metal bench that is intermittently inhabited by a naked youth and a lit flame. The sculpture also functions without the presence of the youth or the flame and, in this case, sets up an anticipation of presence. According to the wishes of the exhibiting institution, a youth can become part of the sculpture by occupying the bench in sessions of roughly fifteen minutes each over an agreed period of time. Once the youth is present and fully disrobed, a gallery attendant can choose to set light to the gel which ignites the flame on the metal bench, although this is not necessary for the sculpture to be activated. On a prepared area of the bench, enough flame gel to allow for approximately nine to fifteen minutes of flame is lit. The youth and the flame are then present together. Once the flame is extinguished, through the exhaustion of the flame gel, the youth may take leave of the bench.’

 

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Hilde Krohn Huse Hanging in the Woods, 2015
‘A Norwegian contemporary artist has confessed to being left hanging naked in a tree for three and a half hours after an video art installation she filmed in a Norwegian forest went wrong. Hilde Krohn Huse, who lives and works in London, ventured into the forest in her native Aukra in Norway to film a video featuring herself hanging naked from a rope in a tree. However, when she reached the end of her filming, she realised that she was completely unable to free herself. “The video ends when the camera shuts off, but I was there calling for help for another 30 minutes,” told Norway’s VG newspaper. “I felt sick when I saw the video for the first time, I experienced everything anew. But I slept on it and realised that the video is quite decent.”‘

Watch excerpts from the video here

 

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Eric Gill Prospero And Ariel, 1932
‘The BBC has announced plans to restore a statue by the highly controversial artist Eric Gill after it was attacked with a hammer in January 2022. There has been a movement to remove the British sculptor’s public works from view ever since the late 1980s, when his posthumously published private diaries revealed that he had sexually abused his two eldest daughters and his pet dog.’

 

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Paul McCarthy The Garden, 1992
‘For his solo show at SMAK in 2007, Paul McCarthy included two kinetic sculptures of male figures humping a tree and the floor, and in the next room both were laid out on tables, castrated.’

 

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Charles Ray Young Man, 2012
‘A 1,500-pound sculpture in solid stainless steel.’

 

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Paolo Schmidlin Porno Queen, 2007
‘Italian artist Paolo Schmidlin makes his second appearance on this list. Porno Queen is a controversial 2007 sculpture. It shows a topless Queen Elizabeth II. The figure seems totally disinterested in the pair of hands gripping her torso. One hand is fondling her breast. The sculpture debuted in Madrid, Spain at a show opened by King Juan Carlos. The work is funny but insulting. This figure was once labeled by the Queen’s photographer as “the work of a lunatic”’

 

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Eddie Peake Touch, 2012
‘Peake is best known for his 2012 performance piece Touch, a five-on-five 30-minute football (soccer) match in which male players were only clad in shoes and socks denoting their team. The sheer name of the event, Touch, has a homoerotic connotation, though, Peake seems to ask, “is there anything inherently sexual about naked men, with flaccid genitals, kicking a ball around a court?”’

 

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Jamie Wyeth Orca Bates, 1990
‘Orca Bates (born 1976) was the favorite model for artist Jamie Wyeth. He was first painted in late 1989, and numerous times over the next five years. Orca was a “wild child”, described by Jamie as “more of a seagull than a person”. Orca’s parents, Daniel and Amy Bates, had divorced by the time Orca was 12. Orca currently lives in Pine Island, New York and owns several companies (Orca’s Construction & Restoration Inc., Growboxco, and Muckland Hops LLC).’

 

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Gilles Berquet Various, 1980 – 2000
‘Gilles Berquet is a French artist known for his highly-sexual photographs featuring theatrical stagings of the woman’s body. Influenced by various mediums (adventure fictions, comics, films, television), Berquet exhibits our worst nightmares and most guilty desires. His works are regularly published in his own magazine Maniac as well as in Muscle Carabine.’

 

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Wagner Schwartz La Bête, 2017
‘Wagner Schwartz received the first death threat two days after lying naked on the floor of a museum in São Paulo. It was October 2017 and the Brazilian artist had invited members of his audience, which included children, to adjust his body: move a limb, roll him over, that kind of thing. This was for a dance piece called La Bête, a work he had already staged many times at home and abroad. So it was a shock to suddenly find himself the target of an increasingly emboldened network of rightwing and evangelical Christian groups. During La Bête, a four-year-old girl, encouraged by her mother, lifted Schwartz’s hand and then his foot, while another slightly older girl touched his head. These moments were caught on video and uploaded to Facebook. “The creators of this page,” says Schwartz, “put a caption on the video saying the museum incited paedophilia and that I was a paedophile. From this moment on, people who did not know me or the work decided La Bête was a threat.” Evangelical activists and members of the Movimento Brasil Livre, a group that claims to be libertarian, gathered outside the venue, the Museum of Modern Art (MAM), while 100,000 people signed a petition denouncing the work. One popular meme juxtaposed a picture of Schwartz with three bullets and the caption: “Paedophilia has a cure.”

 

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Daniel Edwards Monument to Pro-Life: The Birth of Sean Preston, 2006
‘Singer Britney Spears has found her way into the world of art history. Artist Daniel Edwards has depicted Spears nude in a life sized statue giving birth on her hands and knees on a bearskin rug. The sculpture is meant to promote “Pro-Life” and depicts Britney in the pose of a natural birth (whereas in reality her son was born with a C-section and the celebrity was heavily drugged). The name of the sculpture is “Monument to Pro-Life: The Birth of Sean Preston”. The ‘art’ piece has caused a political storm but Edwards is keen to explain that he purely sees Brit as a modern fertility goddess. He said: “My feeling about it was that for her to give up her career, to sacrifice that essentially to have a child that seemed like a real dedication to birth. I guess I’m just really responding to the public’s general interest in her pregnancy and trying to capture the ultimate moment being the birth.”‘

 

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Bill Henson Various, 2003 – 2010
‘Photos of a naked teenager by artist Bill Henson are part of a taxpayer-funded exhibition teaching students about art and adolescence. The Monash Gallery of Art touring exhibition features photographs of a naked teenage boy, with his ribs protruding, and his pubic hair on display. The educational resource provided to students and teachers said the exhibition dealt with themes such as the human body, adolescence and suburbia. Students are also invited to look at Henson’s body of work via a weblink to the Roslyn Oxley9 Gallery, which was raided by police in 2008. This site depicts teenage girls naked and wrapped in tinsel or topless. It ties the photography to VCE subjects ranging from art to philosophy and asks students how successful Henson is at capturing youth and adolescence.’

 

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Jennifer Rubell Nutcrackers, 2011
Nutcrackers consists of 18 life-size interactive sculptures of women surrounding a pedestal holding one ton of Texas pecans. Each prefabricated female mannequin is mounted on her side in an odalisque position and has been retooled to function as a nutcracker. Visitors interact with each sculpture by placing a pecan in the mannequin’s inner thigh, then pushing down the upper leg to crack open the nut so they may eat it in the gallery. Inspired by nutcrackers depicting female figures – and in particular one found on the internet of Hillary Clinton – these interactive sculptures embody the two polar stereotypes of female power: the idealized, sexualized nude female form; and the too-powerful, nut-busting überwoman. The work also serves as a prompt to action, encouraging the viewer to transgress the traditional viewer-artwork boundary and complete the work by participating in it.’

 

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Elin Magnusson Skin, 2009
‘In a room on the seventh floor in a cold city, two people are waking up. They hug each other hard, still, it’s not enough to be able to forget where one body starts and the other ends. Neither of them has a sex or a face and they both wear more layers of skin than they ought to. Old disappointments and badly healed wounds have turned them into this. With a pair of scissors they ask each other for permission to expose, rip up and get in. Something forgotten turns into a memory that later transforms into fingers, and finally a hand. Hair begins to smell and the sweat is pouring. In close-ups about closeness we see the longing for something new.’

Watch an excerpt here

 

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Juan Rivero Various, 2013 – 2014
‘Juan Rivero’s art seeks to expose the human body to twist and distort it, to humiliate and display it in all its strength and neglect, in all its brilliance and misery, impressing on them the most personal, unique and exclusive to the idiosyncrasies of the artist, who can afford the spectacle of the terrible and the problematic, even the terrible action of mutilation, decomposition, negation, because what exists, even all that exists, until every being, irritates him.’

 

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David Shrigley Life Model, 2015
Life Model invites the public to draw a rather not so handsome male nude that occasionally urinates into a bucket.’

 

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Stelarc & Havve Fjell Shadow Suspension, 2013
‘SHADOW SUSPENION WAS A COLLABORATION WITH HAVVE FJELL FOR THE DALLAS SUSCON 2013, ORGANISED BY ALLEN FALKNER. IT WAS HELD AT THE LAKEWOOD THEATRE, DALLAS ON THE 30 MARCH. 6 BODIES, 3 MALES AND 3 FEMALES, WERE SUSPENDED HORIZONTALLY FACE-UP IN A HEXAGONAL CONFIGURATION. THE BODY STRUCTURE WAS SPUN, WHILST WINCHED UP AND LOWERED DOWN AND THE SOUNDS AMPLIFIED. THE DURATION OF THE SUSPENSION ITSELF WAS 23 MINUTES.’

 

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Sam Jinks Untitled (Kneeling Woman), 2015
‘A crowd of people jostle for a closer look at the naked woman crouching on her knees. Phones held aloft, the group shamelessly take pictures of her bare back and bottom — safe in the knowledge she won’t be waking up anytime soon. The remarkably life-like nude sculpture, created by Australian artist Sam Jinks, was by far the most photographed work at this year’s Art Basel in Hong Kong, a three-day art fair that has attracted tens of thousands of visitors since it first launched nearly three years ago.’

 

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Konstantin Somov Various (1930 – 1936)
‘In about 1930, Somov met Boris Mikhailovich Snejkovsky (born 23 July 1910), “the twenty-year old young man who would inspire several of Somov’s best later works. He would sit for straightforward portrait drawings, beautiful, mildly suggestive oil paintings, and he may have been the model for more erotic watercolors. Somov was a homosexual, but the exact nature of his relationship with his model and friend is unknown.”‘

 

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This naked woman crossed Interstate 95 near Flagler Beach, Florida, in footage shared on Facebook on March 22, 2019.

 

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银角大魔王 霜星的脚01 (2020)
‘锃明瓦亮嘿嘿嘿’

 

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‘Art lovers have stripped off for nude tours of a new exhibition at the National Gallery of Australia, a concept designed to remove the material barrier between artist and audience. The first adults-only tour, where clothes are discarded, attracted about 50 people after-hours on Wednesday evening to view James Turrell: A Retrospective, exploring the American’s love of light and landscape.’

 

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Thordis Adalsteinsdottir Bear Eats Man, 2013
‘A questionably offensive sculpture at Queens’ Socrates Sculpture Park has merited a fence installed around the work. Bear Eats Man by Thordis Adalsteinsdottir depicts a wooden bear gripping a man from behind and biting into his neck, but a closer look reveals that the victim may in fact have an erection. A wooden enclosure has been placed around the piece, with a warning notifying visitors about the subject material.’

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Laura, Hi, thanks for the braving. I’m sure Dead Kid’s Ass would have a happy home if you decide to build it. Thanks, the ending of ‘RT’ is probably my favorite thing in the film. I hope your nemesis didn’t flare. Wtf, you’ve done so much more than your time. When does karma swoop in? ** Dominik, Hi!!! I know, I don’t quite believe it. But can God or whoever please fast forward to September, like, right now, just to be safe? Of course love is the perfect sex partner, of course he is. Love wondering who you would most like or even would pay to see nude, G. ** Adem Berbic, No apologies necessary of course. The blog is like a trampoline. The ocean is underrated. Depends on the kind of fame, no? It’s hard to think analytically about something that encompasses both Clavicular and David Lynch, for instance. It is interesting that London still has the kind of international clout it does. London had a period where it practically owned the canon: Compton-Burnett, Rhys, Quin, Kane, Brophy, Frame, Green, Firbank, Welch, Brooke-Rose, Spark, Churchill, etc. The Beatles: Some of their work is unimpeachably great. The pervasiveness of the excitement they generated is singular. They essentially both invented in large part and expanded the perimeters of the pop song form as it is still practiced today. Their influence is absolutely massive. But do you need to listen to them? No, of course not. ** _Black_Acrylic, I think you would like the novel. Who are rooting for in the final? ** Tosh Berman, Fine wordage on The Beatles, sir. And presumably fine wordage on Proust as well. You’ve never read ‘What’s for Dinner?’ That surprises me. It’s lovely, surely needless to say. Your description of that reading is starting to ring a bell. That is how I tried to handle the bookstore events around ‘Smothered in Hugs’. At Skylight I read my Keanu Reeves interview with Bruce Hainley reading Keanu’s part. That was funny. I’ll ask my nephew what he remembers. Based on what I hear and read, I have no interest in the new Nolan film. Even when I’ve been ok with his films, it was always a take it or leave it thing. And I thought ‘Oppenheimer’ was unspeakably boring and empty, and I think that pretty much killed my curiosity about his stuff. If you see it, let me know. ** Hugo, The only clubs I know are the ones that knock you on the head. New York, wow. I hope you slip in there in between heat waves. What are you doing there? You couldn’t lose your edge, trust me. ** Thom, It’s a real pleasure. Your alternate ‘Frisk’ movie sounds dreamy compared to the actual. ‘Recollections of the Golden Triangle’. Awesome. That’s my favorite Robbe-Grillet novel, as you may know, although I do love everything he did. Sweet! My week is beginning to improve. You all geared up for the weekend? ** Carsten, Hi. If only originality was humanity’s top goal. Can you imagine? I guess my opinion is that there is lots of radical art and there always has been and it has never been everywhere and flooding the gates. That’s why it’s radical. The vast majority don’t want artistic radicality, never have. The mainstream has its slight ups and downs, but it’s never static. ** julian, Hi. ‘Coraline’ was the biggest reason I was so excited by the possible ‘God Jr.’ film. So good. I like Jarman’s films, I just don’t like ‘Sebastiane’. My favorite of his is ‘Last of England’. ** Steve, Your panic was understandable. I’m glad you can move on. So far it feels cooler out today, and that’s the prediction, but I’ll believe it when step outside. I guess I will do a gig post, yeah. I haven’t started making it, but I will. ** HaRpEr //, It’s a lovely novel, and if you like Schuyler, it’s a must. Schuyler’s poems can almost make me cry. I can’t think of another poet who does that to me. Interesting that you like ‘A Sentimental Novel’ so much. Me too, but it never really seemed to get much traction among even his readers. It did cause the predictable scandal here in France when it was released. I like what I’ve read of Renata Adler, but I never quite got what it is about her work that certain people are so big on. I think the one of hers that I liked the best is ‘Pitch Dark’. ** Uday, Billy Childish … I’ve read a little, here and there. I’m more familiar with his music, though. Let me know what you think if you score that book or any book by him. ** Okay. If you liked ‘Nudes’, then theoretically you will love ‘Nudes 2’. Or not. See you tomorrow.

Spotlight on … James Schuyler What’s For Dinner? (1978) *

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‘James Schuyler’s sublimely sad and funny novel, What’s for Dinner? looks back at Cranford and Madame Bovary and forward to present-day dysfunctional households like those of “Desperate Housewives.” It’s wonderful to have it back in print.’ — John Ashbery

‘A quietly scarifying, very funny, and wonderfully compassionate novel.’ — Stephen Spender

What’s for Dinner? is a comedy of manners all about alcoholism, insanity, adultery, drugs, moderate incest, and death. [It is] a great gift to the reader.’ — Alice Notley

 

Helene is restless:
leaving soon. And what then
will I do with myself? Some-
one is watching morning
TV. I’m not reduced to that
yet. I wish one could press
snowflakes in a book like flowers.”
James Schuyler, “The Morning of the Poem”

The novel “What’s For Dinner?” is a unique off-kilter quirky comedy of manners about us poor souls who live in suburbia. The novel was written by a poet, James Schuyler, and it has a captivating rhythm all its own.

For readers like me who are always on the lookout for something different and interesting, this novel is near perfect. Although “What’s for Dinner” can be considered a comedy, it is a comedy with a dark biting underside.

New Yorker James Schuyler was a manic depressive for most of his adult life and spent years in psychoanalysis and group therapy. In “What’s For Dinner?” he puts his group therapy experience to good use since much of the novel takes place during group therapy sessions. A lot of the novel is the dialogue between these group members. Group therapy talk has the potential for being very boring, but here the characters are so colorful and interesting that we care about what each character says. The talk in the group sessions covers such weighty matters as alcoholism, adultery, drugs, insanity, and death in an offhand conversational manner. Dialogue is surely one of Schuyler’s strong suits.

“Mrs. Judson,” Lottie said, “I wish you would tell me one thing that I’ve done to offend you. Or anyone else here, for that matter.”

“How could you offend me?” Mrs. Judson said. “I’m above that.”

“Yet you behave toward me as though I had. I’m not trying to provoke you – I think you will feel better if you get some of what’s bothering you off your chest.”

“I’ll thank you to leave my chest out of it.”

“Very well,” Lottie said. “I’ve tried.”

These are just ordinary people who might have stepped out of a TV sitcom. Being ordinary does not mean these same people can’t also be stubborn and capricious. Some make tremendous progress in the group, and some don’t. Also the family members of those in the group have their own things going on and their own sets of problems just like in real life. The entire story is told with a certain elan, a kind spirit, that keeps the reader smiling the entire way.

This novel has caused me to be interested in James Schuyler. I want to read more of his poetry and also his other novel which has been republished by NYRB, “Alfred and Guinevere”.

Once again New York Book Review (NYRB) has republished a book that puts the adjective ‘novel’ into the noun ‘novel’. I looked up the adjective ‘novel’ and found the following meaning: ‘different from anything seen or known before”. “What’s For Dinner?” certainly fits that definition.

“Your poems,”
a clunkhead said, “have grown
more open.” I don’t want to be open,
merely to say, to see and say, things
as they are.
James Schuyler, “Dec 28, 1974”

 

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Further

James Schuyler @ Wikipedia
James Schuyler @ PennSound
James Schuyler Papers
Slowly/Swiftly
Like a Lily Daché Hat
You Could Call It Singing
Waiting for the mailboat
James Schuyler’s somatic urbanism
Queering geographic information
‘Building a nest out of torn up letters’
Days and nights with James Schuyler
The Year of Living Deeply: Some James Schuyler resources
“Bluets”: James Schuyler, Carl Phillips, Joan Mitchell, Maggie Nelson, and Lydia Davis
Eileen Myles Reads James Schuyler (and Chats with Paul Muldoon)
Me, Me, Me
Helen Frankenthaler and James Schuyler: A Correspondence
Wayne Koestenbaum on James Schuyler
The Making of John Ashbery and James Schuyler’s A Nest of Ninnies
On editing James Schuyler
Buy ‘What’s For Dinner?’

 

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Extras


Reading at the Dia Art Foundation, New York, on November 15, 1988, introduced by John Ashbery
Watch it here


75 at 75: James Schuyler Reads “Salute” and other poems


James Schuyler 5 Poems

 

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Interview
by Raymond Foye


Foye and Schuyler, The Chelsea Hotel, c. 1989. Photo by Jeannette Montgomery-Barron

Q: I want to ask about your daily routine. What time do you get up in the morning?
A: Very, very early. Well before sunrise. It varies.

Q: And what do you do then?
A: Drink coffee and put on the weather channel. I’ve discovered some charming programs on cable TV: My Three Sons, Bewitched. One gets a little tired of them after a while. I’m sort of giving up on them now. And I go out and get the New York Times.

Q: We’re now up to about six-thirty.
A: Well, now that I no longer live alone, at that point I sometimes go back to sleep. My friend Artie likes to stay up very late, playing cards or shooting pool with his friends, so he sleeps in. But I also like to write very early in the day. It’s so quiet, the phone never rings. You don’t have any sounds at all.

Q: Do you write by longhand or use a typewriter?
A: Here I use a typewriter. I do write in longhand if I go out to the country. When I went to the friary at Little Portion recently, I kept a notebook.

Q: Do you write with a pencil or a pen?
A: I use a pen. I don’t know why but I’m quite averse to writing with a pencil. I can never get one that’s dark enough.

Q: What have you written most recently?
A: I wrote a three-page poem recently.

Q: Was it a skinny poem?
A: Not especially. It has some hips and bosoms here and there.

Q: I keep noticing in the small press and little magazines that come across my desk that there seems to be a whole school of young poets writing skinny poems ‡ la James Schuyler.
A: Oh, Raymond, I don’t see what’s so wrong with that.

Q: I always get the impression that it takes you about as much time to write the poems as it does to type them out. Almost as if they’re spoken into the typewriter, with not a great deal of laboring.
A: That’s both true and not true. I do an awful lot of fussing. That doesn’t mean rewriting. Well, it may mean rewriting just little bits. Or getting strung out where a line turns. I can’t keep at it indefinitely because after a point it all goes dead, so I just turn the page facedown. I used to leave it like that for a long time. Now I don’t. I come back to it in a matter of days.

Q: If you change something in one area does it mean you have to adjust it in another, or are they local revisions.
A: It’s usually more local. But I don’t do any “editing” as such. I used to show poems to Kenneth Koch and he would invariably say, “Jimmy, I like it very much, but have you thought about leaving off the last line?” It got to where this was the one thing he always said. So frequently I would chop off the last few lines to a poem and end it that way.

Q: Are you currently keeping a diary?
A: I just started again. I hadn’t in quite a while.

Q: What prompted you to do this?
A: The Yale Review is publishing excerpts from my 1988 diary. You know what my diaries are like—they’re mostly about looking out the window. A few descriptions of having dinner with you at Ninth Street.

Q: I just can’t seem to keep a diary with any consistency.
A: The important thing is not to become discouraged if you miss a few days, or a week, or even a few months. It’s only when you begin missing entire years that you should become concerned.

Q: So your mornings are reserved for writing?
A: I have written and do write in the afternoon, though.

Q: And at night, too?
A: Hardly ever

Q: Do you ever force yourself to sit down and write for the sake of writing—to see what comes out—or do you know exactly what you’re going to do when you sit down to write?
A: I don’t think I ever know exactly what I’m going to do about anything. If I have any idea about what I’m going to write it’s probably just the beginning of a line, or a word.

Q: At what point did you first think about becoming a writer?
A: As an adolescent the thing I most seriously wanted to be was an architect, although I had no particular gift in that direction. I was a fan of Frank Lloyd Wright. But reading is what I did most of, poetry and prose. In the back of our house was a gully, a slightly wild area, where I had a tent for the summer. And I was reading a book called Unforgotten Years, by Logan Pearcal Smith. He told how Whitman used to come to their house in Philadelphia from Camden, and what it was like—how Whitman used to sit in the outhouse singing “Old Jim Crow.” But then he says the idea suddenly entered his mind that maybe someday he too could be a writer. And I looked up from the book to the landscape outside and it all sort of shimmered.

Q: So has being a writer always kept that aura of fantasy or idealism about it for you?
A: What aura of fantasy? It all seems very real to me.

Q: I mean that it’s magical—you’re creating something that did not exist before.
A: Oh yes, very much so.

Q: So it’s been a satisfying decision for you.
A [soberly]: It’s been very difficult much of the time.

Q: If you hadn’t become a writer what might you have done?
A: I have no idea. I might have been some kind of noncreative writer, in advertising maybe.

Q: Would you have come to New York anyway
A: Oh yes. Where would you go? When I was in high school I used to buy the New Yorker. I would read the stories and essays, but even more avidly I would read the listings of all the nightclubs, El Morocco and the like.

Q: When did you first meet someone your own age who you considered a fellow writer?
A: My friend Bill Aalto, and through him I met Chester Kallman, who was my real close buddy. For Bill writing was very much tied up in politics. He was a Communist, and we had terrible fights about it. To me Stalin had become a terrible monster. I used to pick up the Daily Worker and turn to the literary column, which was written by a man named Dixie Putnam. And he would say things like, “With all her bourgeois values it’s natural that Virginia Woolf would go crazy and drown herself.” Argh! And of course through Chester I met W. H. Auden, who was a very intimidating person.

Q: Was he stern?
A: No, not at all. He was a sweetie. But it was impossible not to be in awe of someone so famous for his writing.

Q: What was he working on when you first met him?
A: He was writing “The Sea and the Mirror.” Also the Age of Anxiety, which he wanted to dedicate to me and to Bill, but he didn’t, because Chester had a furious fight with him, saying Auden was always trying to take things away from him and steal his friends. Later I realized I was just as glad that the Age of Anxiety wasn’t dedicated to me. I had enough problems by then.

Q: What sort of writer was Chester Kallman?
A: I’m afraid as a writer Chester was very constipated. He was most productive when he was collaborating with Auden on those libretti. Wystan was not taking any hocus-pocus about people not getting down to work. He got up every morning around eight, popped his amphetamine, and got right to it. Wystan was also very strict with Chester about his drinking. Wystan believed you had two martinis before dinner and then just wine after that. But I was close with Chester for only a very few years. One of his great interests was cooking. That was what he most cared about.

Q: He was an excellent cook?
A: Well, opinions varied on that. I would say sometimes. He was a somewhat terrifying cook because he was never very clean. You would look into the icebox and things would be growing. I remember once we were living together in Ischia where there wasn’t very much water to wash your hands. He was making old-fashioned southern biscuits, and they turned out charcoal gray.

Q: So Chester was an important, early figure for you?
A: Yes.

Q: At what point did you begin to feel there was a scene in New York among writers—the New York School.
A: It wasn’t until I met John Ashbery and Frank O’Hara that I had a kind of kinship in a writing way, which I never really had with Chester, who was more interested in art, or listening to and attending the opera. Then I met John and Frank, who were at Harvard, along with Kenneth Koch and Kenward Elmslie. And that was marvelous.

Q: Do you ever wonder what kind of a poet Frank O’Hara would have been had he lived, because I always wonder about that.
A: Oh, I don’t know. What I wondered about was what would happen with Frank’s drinking. His alcoholism was so far advanced, the last few times I saw him I couldn’t believe it. He was red-eyed and looked awful. Frank used to be very handsome. And his health was deteriorating, which also had to do with his having been shot.

Q: Frank O’Hara was shot?
A: Yes, he was shot in the hip on West Forty-ninth Street in a mugging by some young kids. The bullet couldn’t be taken out, and it moved around in him. It was a situation of great concern.

Q: Some people consider his accidental death a result of his drinking.
A: I don’t know, I wasn’t there. It was a terrific shock for many, many people. I didn’t see much of Frank from the time I began living in Southampton. Our paths rarely crossed, except at parties. Frank had this terrific social life—he went to hundreds of parties.

Q: Do find yourself thinking about Frank, or the past, very much, or do you seldom give it a thought?
A: I give it a thought but not a great deal. Whenever people are writing about Frank they interview me, and I’m aware that I remember much less than I did a few years ago. Ten or more years ago I made some tapes for Peter Schjeldahl and I know I had much more information then than I could dig up now.

Q: You never had the desire to write a memoir of that period?
A: I don’t think so. I’ve thought of it but . . . A certain kind of diary would have been more interesting, but it would never have been the sort of diary that I would have kept.

Q: How did the writing for Artnews come about?
A: Fairfield Porter was writing for Artnews. Elaine de Kooning and Robert Guest were working there for a while. At one point Fairfield knew they needed a new reviewer, and they suggested Frank. But Frank was working at the MoMA and there was a conflict of interest, so I applied for the job. I worked under Tom Hess, a wonderful man. He was brisk and snappy.

Q: Did they assign the exhibitions you were to review?
A: No, I got to select the shows I reviewed. On occasion I did write some bad reviews, and I regretted it afterwards. At a cocktail party John Button once referred to “Schuyler’s scorn.” The artists weren’t worth being so scornful about. I could have just dealt with it very briefly and not made as if they were doing something terrible by not being better painters than they were.

Q: How do you feel about the art world then as compared to now?
A: I knew the art world then very well, and I don’t know it at all now, except for a few people, so I can’t compare it.

Q: In those days who would you bounce ideas off of about art? Fairfield?
A: I think Frank, mostly. Fairfield too, and sometimes John. But Frank and I lived together for a number of years. Frank was always talking and one got caught up in it. If you didn’t believe that Helen Frankenthaler—or whoever it was he was touting that month—was the greatest thing since Titian, you were in for quite the verbal barrage.

Q: How did you feel about the Beats when they came along?
A: I didn’t think anything much.

Q: Did you read “Howl” at the time?
A: I wanted to, but I was having a nervous breakdown and Frank wouldn’t let me.

Q: Did you read On the Road?
A: Yes, I reviewed it at the time.

Q: What did you say?
A: I said it was like a boy’s book.

Q: Would you say John Ashbery is the writer whom you’ve felt closest to through the years?
A: Yes, much.

Q: Has John always been pretty much the same person he is now?
A: Oh, I think he’s ripened a bit . . .

Q: Was he always so charismatic? People are so deferring to John, even his closest friends.
A: No, I don’t think he had any charisma at all when I first knew him. He would usually eat dinner then head for the nearest sofa and fall asleep with his back to the room. Not a very charismatic way to behave. He was charismatic for the few of us who knew who John was, from the beginning—he was for me, actually, yes. Frank O’Hara had much more charisma. He had so much social flourish he could talk to anyone.

Q: How did your collaboration with John Ashbery on the novel A Nest of Ninnies come about?
A: We started that in the backseat of a car, driving in from Southampton one afternoon. We didn’t care for the people we were riding with. We didn’t want to be rude, so we wrote a novel.

Q: You began by swapping sentences?
A: Yes, then paragraphs, and finally chapters, I think.

Q: What year was that?
A: 1961, I think. John had come out to visit for a weekend. We were walking along the beach at sunset, heading for a cocktail party. The sun was casting those extraordinary technicolor effects on the sea and sky. John turned to me and said, “I always feel so embarrassed by these gaudy displays of nature.” I didn’t feel embarrassed at all.

Q: I notice you subscribe to Country Life. What do you look at in the magazine?
A: Every house ad. Pretty much everything except the advertising in small type in the back. I don’t read the text of all the articles. I love the columns by Frank Davis on the art auctions. That old devil fascinates me. He’s a hundred years old. He’s always putting in remarks about what a disagreeable painter Picasso is. And I read the gardening articles. I like Christopher Lloyd quite a lot. If you read him over a period of years he gets a bit repetitious. I get a little tired of hearing about how to root cuttings every year.

Q: Do you ever wish you still had a garden?
A: I’d love to, yes, to be outside of the city. Because I’ve written about plants and flowers so much people get the impression I was a gardener, but I wasn’t. I was a gardening slave when I was a kid, being forced to weed or hoe or mow. So I’m very ambivalent about the actual physical work of gardening. The hell, I’d rather read about it.

Q: What other magazines do you look at regularly?
A: The one I read most seriously is the Times Literary Supplement. I’m sent a subscription to the New Yorker every year but there’s not much in it I actually read. The movie reviews by Pauline Kael, and Whitney Baillant, their jazz critic, I like very much. Otherwise I don’t read much else in it.

Q: It’s so boring. I always find myself in the middle of some three-part article about yams.
A: Yes. Would they were on yams.

Q: Is reading your main activity in the afternoon?
A: Well, up till Hawaii Five-0 comes on at four.

Q: You were watching Santa Barbara for a while.
A: Oh, not for very long. Only a few months.

Q: You’re not currently watching any soap operas?
A: I don’t watch any, no. They can really make you go cross-eyed before a very short while.

Q: Do you eat out every night?
A: Not by any means. Every other night, maybe.

Q: What time do you usually go to bed at night?
A: It depends whether I go out or not. Nine-thirty if I’m staying home.

Q: Recently, when you were assembling your Selected Poems, did you see any progression in your work, thematically or otherwise, that you hadn’t seen before?
A: I really wasn’t looking at it in that way. It was an odd experience because I had never reread my own poems. I never gave poetry readings until maybe a year or two ago, so once the book was out I never went back and looked at them.

Q: Why?
A: Oh, I had a number of reasons—not wanting to be influenced by what I wrote. But one thing I learned to my horror is that there are certain words that I thought I’d used once, but I’ve used a number of times. And I thought I’d very much overdone the business of having a line end with the article “the.” That seemed kind of silly to me.

Q: Do you ever have an experience with a poem where you are left standing completely outside of it, having no connection or relation to it?
A: I think I know what you mean, and if the answer is yes, then it’s been rarely. I don’t think I ever completely lost touch with anything I wrote. But when Simon Pettet was collecting my art reviews and art writings I was very surprised at some of the things he would read to me from them that were totally unfamiliar, as if by someone else. I had no recollection of writing them at all.

 

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Book

James Schuyler What’s for Dinner?
NYRB Press

‘James Schuyler’s utterly original What’s for Dinner? features a cast of characters who appear to have escaped from a Norman Rockwell painting to run amok. In tones that are variously droll, deadpan, and lyrical, Schuyler tells a story that revolves around three small-town American households. The Delehanteys are an old-fashioned Catholic family whose twin teenage boys are getting completely out of hand, no matter that their father is hardly one to spare the rod. Childless Norris and Lottie Taylor have been happily married for years, even as Lottie has been slowly drinking herself to death. Mag, a recent widow, is on the prowl for love. Retreating to an institution to dry out, Lottie finds herself caught up in a curious comedy of group therapy manners. At the same time, however, she begins an ascent from the depths of despair—illuminated with the odd grace and humor that readers of Schuyler’s masterful poetry know so well—to a new understanding, that will turn her into an improbable redeemer within an unlikely world.

What’s for Dinner? is among the most delightful and unusual works of American literature. Charming and dark, off-kilter but pedestrian, mercurial yet matter-of-fact, Schuyler’s novel is an alluring invention that captures both the fragility and the tenacity of ordinary life.’ — NYRB

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