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Jeanne Liotta Day

 

‘Jeanne Liotta’s work follows her enthusiasms, whether the result is a series of short films titled “Science’s Ten Most Beautiful Experiments,” a collaged video of nighttime sky footage (2007’s “Observando el Cielo”), or Kodachrome footage of a lunar eclipse (2005’s “Eclipse,” an inclusion in the Whitney Biennial). She notes that science and astronomy have sparked much of her work over the last 10 years, but a casual glance at her filmography reveals a zeal for teasing out vast ideas from anything that catches her eye, always taking pains to approach the materials, whether they be archival footage or a poem, with care. She says, “I think about how much to touch something or how little to touch it. All the time. How much do you intervene with something that already exists? … That just became really heavy, I realize, for a Saturday morning! This is something I think about a lot, and in editing, you’re completely manipulating relationships, so it’s a big responsibility. Sometimes when I work with not just poetry but let’s say, found images, archival images, I think about that same level of, ethics is maybe the way to talk about it. It had its own life before I ever saw it, so let me try to meet it somewhere and not handle it too much.”

‘Respect for one’s materials is one of those bromides artists toss off frequently, but the effect of Liotta’s ethics rings clearly, especially in her collaborations. “Dark Enough,” a 2011 film made with poet Lisa Gill, pulls off an integration of text and image rare in such collaborations. Instead of adding the text in postproduction, a technique common in film-poetry collaborations, Liotta manipulated the words, treating them as another layer in the flickering, black-and-white fuzz of the film: “I was a little nervous about these words from someone else that I was going to have my way with. So we did correspond, but I started my working method – I have a title board, like an actual sign board with letters that you put in, and I actually reconstructed all of the poems from the book that I like. I did the stanzas on the title board and made rubbings, like graphite and paper. It was really interesting for me to actually reconstruct the words and handle the letters and think about the language as a material – we say that all the time; I hear poets talk about that all the time, but I was literally making it into a mechanical term! I had rubbings and I had paper with text on it, and I refilmed that. I felt like I needed to start with the material aspect and then slowly find a way to bring it into the moving image.” The result is an ephemeral texture with a little frisson of personal warmth – the time-consuming process is somehow palpable in the finished piece.

‘Mounting a career retrospective, as Liotta recently has, makes a great opportunity to highlight the through lines in an artist’s body of work. While science has a central place in Liotta’s constellation of interests, it’s clear that an enthusiasm for the underlying work of scientific thought is the real spark: “Working with film has something of a scientific base in and of itself – you have that chemical aspect, you’ve got the optical aspect, so you’re really dealing with perception, ultimately, which I could call science, in a way; it’s some science and philosophy. I use the term ‘natural philosophy’ a lot because that’s what we used to call it before we had this term ‘science.’ It was everyone’s job – it was like citizen science. Each person has the responsibility or the opportunity as a human being to discover what their world is made of and what they think about it, to observe and take notes and reflect upon – that’s our job as human beings somehow, that’s what I feel like I’m doing when I make things. It’s just my thinking.”

‘Having taken a circuitous path to art – studying theatre at NYU, playing in a band, and falling in with the kind of bohemian types known so well to Austin – shows in Liotta’s conversational arabesques, in which possibility caroms about so infectiously it’s difficult not to drop the phone and get to work on a project. “I like to go back to the ancients all the time, myself,” she says. “I use quotations from Lucretius, who’s one of my main guys. But I feel like part of the reason to do that is to kind of remember that there were other trajectories of thought and knowledge that could’ve taken place, but we had to get to the Enlightenment. … Not that I’m against the Enlightenment! But things get lost along the way. It’s true in every type of art and science form. Certain kinds of advancements get made – in film, we always say, ‘Oh, once they had the synced sound down and we went down the road of the talkies, so much was lost, and what would cinema have developed into otherwise?'”

‘This notion provides a handy field guide for Liotta’s own work: What would an eclipse look like if light couldn’t bend? What would an aria transforming into a woman look like? If there’s any luck, one of those divergent realities must house a karaoke bar where Liotta’s “Sweet Dreams” is cued up and waiting for an intrepid singer. “One time I was in Pompeii and I was following along with a tour guide and talking about the pre-Renaissance mosaics, and he was saying, ‘Yes, the Renaissance came along and then all of a sudden everything was about perspective.’ We have this idea that perspective was reality, and we left behind – these mosaics just stopped there. What could have happened if that hadn’t developed? And I thought, ‘Oh my god – I had never thought of it.'”‘ — Sarah Smith

 

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Further

Jeanne Liotta Site
JL @ Lightcone
JL @ Facebook
JL @ Microscope Gallery
JEANNE LIOTTA by Mark Alice Durant
JL @ The Film-makers Cooperative
JL @ MUBI
Raha Raissnia by Jeanne Liotta
Jeanne Liotta: The World is a Picture of the World
Jeanne Liotta: Celestial Bodies
Bradley Eros & Jeanne Liotta: Subverted Horseplay
Remembering Jonas Mekas by Jeanne Liotta
The Celestial Library: Films by Jeanne Liotta
Jeanne Liotta: The World is a Picture of the World
JL @ Letterboxd
Lexicon of Spatial Concepts for Giordano Bruno by Jeanne Liotta
FEATURED FILMMAKER: JEANNE LIOTTA
Citizen Science: The enlightenment of Jeanne Liotta

 

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Extras


A chat with Jeanne Liotta


“In This Immense Space hidden Things Appear Before Us”, 2018


Forties 58, Jeanne Liotta

 

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Interview

 

Mark Alice Durant – One really learns by following one’s curiosities and enthusiasms, and in that sense your approach to knowledge and culture is enthusiastic, it’s obvious in how you talk about things but that quality also in your work. I am also unpedigreed in a certain sense and am led by enthusiasms. One can be self-conscious about that, especially in academic or professional contexts, and there is the danger of dilettante-ism. But to follow one’s enthusiasms and curiosities allows one to be more embracing and less critical, so that collage nature of learning can be very fruitful.

Jeanne Liotta – It’s not like the world is a certain way – it’s a construction of many parts and we are participating in that and it makes perfect sense to be in a process of discovery all the time. Also knowledge is not on some progressive trajectory – awareness zigzags all over the place, people forget, cultures forget. Arabic culture had so much wisdom about mathematics and astronomy while the Europeans were digging around in the mud throwing rocks at each other. Discovery is happening all the time and it can be personal. If I discover something for myself – it still feels like an authentic discovery. I remember following instructions in an astronomy book to look up at the Big Dipper and follow a star pattern until you see a faint glow called Sidus Ludoviciana or ‘Ludwig’s Star’. But when I ‘discovered’ that particular star for myself, I dropped my binoculars on the ground from the shock to my system. That I could follow these instructions and see something there and know that I was seeing basically in the same manner as that guy 300 years ago.

MAD – Have you ever had that happen with art?

JL – Yes.

MAD – I ask because your story reminded me of when I saw the Fra Angelico frescoes for the first time in Florence. Each one is painted inside a single small cell where a monk would sleep and pray. The monastery is now a museum of course and you walk down these non-descript hallways but when you bend down to step inside one of the cells you are confronted with this image – the scale is so human, the colors seeped into the wall like dyed skin and I was overwhelmed by the intimate beauty of it, the idea that this image was painted for individual contemplation. Here I was some white trash guy from Boston at the end of the 20th c. shuddering in front of a 600-year-old Italian painting. The mysterious power of recognition across the centuries, shaking me to my core. Is that power in the painting, or is it in me? How does such power get activated?

JL – That image is a tool. It’s not just art, it’s beyond art because its made for use. Like Indian yantras those abstract design patterns, which help in meditation. The word yantra in Sanskrit means ‘machine’, it’s a machine to help you do something. It is ancient knowledge that an image can be a mechanism to help you move, to transform. Speaking of religious paintings I felt like that when I went to see the Isenheim Altar piece by Grunewald. Originally commissioned for a convent where victims of the plague were being tended. So it’s a painting of Jesus who is supposed to have suffered more than any human, yet he goes willingly toward his suffering. So you have to show images to help people endure their own suffering, and its got to be worse than what they are going through. Grunewald’s Jesus is disgusting, he is green, almost melting off the cross, and his mother stands by utterly stricken, white as a sheet. I have never seen anything so abject in religious painting. Originally it was a polyptych so various panels could be opened and closed depending on the message or desired effect, again like a machine with particular functions. On the other side is the painted Resurrection, and equally stunning, the figure of Christ rising through this diaphanous yellow mist. It’s as crazy as a Dali painting. And it struck me that these images are like medicine.

MAD – I am thinking about all those insipid portraits of Christ that hang in middle class American homes in which Christ looks like a 1970s soccer coach or soft rock guy, like Loggins and Messina or a member of the Eagles. That Christ did not need to look like he suffered because pictures like that adorned comfortable homes, so actually looking at his suffering would be ‘icky’ or impolite somehow.

JL – The one I had hanging in my room was the most like ‘Loggins and Messina’ you can imagine, all beiges and browns, the curling hair and soft light…. And you’ll appreciate this, there was a tiny speck of light in his eye and my mother who was a mystical Irish catholic said – ‘See that light? It is in the shape of the Eucharist in the chalice” I will never forget that.

MAD – Did you see it?

JL – I can see it now. And I wondered was it a miracle or was it just something the artist put there, or was it just like people who see Jesus in a tortilla, just a meeting of random shape and projection. But you don’t have to believe it’s true to have the experience.

MAD – Did you study art in college?

JL – No, I went to NYU, studied theater, played in a band, working as a waitress and living in a basement apartment in the east village, everyone lived in basement apartments. I just wanted to be a bohemian, to live a bohemian life. I don’t think I recognized it at the time but that exactly what I was doing. But it was the punk ethos of ‘No Masterpieces’, everyone was doing everything, artists were in bands, the musicians were actors…. it was a super fluid time. We would put on shows, make projections for backdrops, play the music. I worked with a variety of collaborative groups like Gargoyle Mechanique and the Alchemical Theater Company. My art school education started with being an artist’s model, I had a child at a young age and I was wandering around trying to figure out what I was doing or going to do with my life and I started modeling at Cooper Union. That was the first time I ever stepped foot in an art school. And its almost like church, you are sitting there, still. Dealing with duration, listening to artists impart their knowledge. As a model I got so into the art of presentation and the tradition of the artists model I would go home and practice! I’d check out Rodin books from the library and in front of my mirror at home I would try to recreate the poses and gestures in his sculptures and drawings. It was the best job.

MAD – How about film – when did you become involved in film?

JL – I was always into photography, since high school. When I was working with Gargoyle Mechanique I was doing slide backdrops, bleaching and altering the images, thinking about sequencing. Someone bought a Super 8 camera and we used that to make short films. One involved me spinning around in a white dress on a black background. And we did this piece with that film looping through a projector that someone carried through a labyrinth leading the audience to a place where I was actually there spinning. Things like this really got me to thinking about film, performance, structure, and presentation. But I didn’t make my first film until I was 27.

MAD – I wanted to talk to you a little about your film Observando Del Cielo. In talking about this film you described the earth as your tripod. I really like that idea and puts me in the mind of comparing wondrous technologies like the Hubble telescope and the more humble efforts of individual artists – who in some ways are trying to discover and speak about the infinite just with way more limited resources. I generally don’t like the ‘Big Questions’ in art. I prefer specificity, but in your images of the heavens there is a real human quality. There is specificity in the attempt to represent something beyond our comprehension. Your mystery never veers into vagueness or pretense.

JL – I spent 10 years filming and assembling very subjective and fragmentary footage of the skies, and on days I was full of doubt, I would ask myself why I was doing such a foolish and fanciful thing when NASA does it so much better. But that’s our job, not only as artists, but also as humans to gaze up at the stars and contemplate. I don’t like the word ‘wonder’ because it implies an end to itself which seems simplistic, childlike and unconnected to the search for and creation of knowledge. And if you wanted to make images of that you don’t need much – you don’t need the Hubble, all you need is a Bolex, a pinhole camera. But the whole idea of visualization in science is crucial. In a way we are moving beyond seeing faraway objects. We are trying to visualize data and there is an interpretive process there. Scientist’s imaginations and theoretical guesses are at play in imaging the universe, and I love that we are all in this imaginative world together, trying to see what it is.

There is imagery in my film of the starry heavens swirling by just moments of screen time but to capture that footage I had to sit on the side of a mountain for the entire night and I have to say that I had some pretty dark thoughts while I was trying to grasp the enormity of it and it was scary. Insignificance is not the right word, I felt utterly unprotected and joyful simultaneously. Knowing you are unprotected is terrifying and liberating, I wasn’t looking for protection, I was just trying to recognize my being in the middle of all this. I thought to myself ‘This is it, I am alive under the forces’. It ain’t about beauty – it is the sublime, terror, and awe. It’s not like I am against beauty, it is everywhere and can appear at any moment. Ironically, someone once came up to me after a screening of Observando and asked me how could I make such a beautiful thing in such a terrible world.

MAD – Someone asked you that! How rude! Well that should be title of this interview. But really that is so awful and pretentious, and it’s the wrong question.

JL – Yes but it is something to grapple with right?

MAD – I don’t know, That you are ethically suspect because you are not taking on the ‘real’ issues of the world’? Who determines that?

JL – Yes but what my answer was that I was taking on the issues of the world, that is exactly what I thought I was doing. I was really trying to see what is this place that I live in? How does it work? That is initially why I started making that film. Was it possible to make a film like that? We are on these planets spinning in space and it sounds so silly to say it but it’s crazy that that is our reality. We don’t feel it but it can be seen through the Kino eye – the camera helps us see what the eye cannot. I believe in art, I think artists are helping to run the engine of consciousness. So in that sense the Constructivists were right, making art is a kind of labor, an activity that is helping to transform the world. At the very least we get to leave a mark, some evidence of what it was like to live in our time.

 

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12 of Jeanne Liotta’s 38 films

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Land of Enchantment (1994)
‘New Mexico camera roll, a Kodachrome home movie, with compass.’ — JL

Watch it here

 

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What Makes Day and Night (1998)
‘This 1940’s artifact is coupled with music by Nino Rota to expose the existential skeleton in the closet: our perilous journey on the planet Earth. A readymade film with the barest of interventions.’ — JL

Watch it here

 

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Muktikara (1999)
‘From the Sanskrit, ‘gentle gazing brings liberation’, the title is also the name of the particular body of water which is the image-subject of the film. Landscape as ‘inscape’, not inertly present but beckoning an active perception; a seeing and a seeing into. “… as if my eye were still growing…”‘ — The Film-makers Cooperative

Watch it here

 

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Loretta (2003)
‘For film is a projected light from which its inhabitants can never truly escape. In Jeanne Liotta‘s experimental short film Loretta, the form of a female figure is literally burned into the film and projected with a searing intensity as bright as the sun. Is the woman reaching out to grab our attention? Or are we just voyeurs peeping in as she luxuriates in her own existence?

‘Everything about this four-minute short film is burning with intensity, from the searing yellow flickering that never stops long enough for us to get our bearings to the over-the-top dramatic score arranged by Carlo Altomare.

‘Produced in 16mm, Loretta still works very well watching it on video, although one can imagine a film projection would truly create the sense of projected celluloid going haywire, careening through the projector like a rocketship sucked through a wormhole. But, even watching on a computer monitor, the chaotic, rushing stream of images has a furious energy that’s immensely invigorating.’ — Underground Film Journal

Watch it here

 

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One Day This May No Longer Exist (2005)
‘Live performance with 2 16mm film projectors and colored filters by artist Jeanne Liotta set to sound by Sun City Girls , San Francisco 2005’.


Intro

 

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Observando El Cielo (2007)
‘Seven years of celestial field recordings gathered from the chaos of the cosmos and inscribed onto 16mm film from various locations upon this turning tripod Earth. This work is neither a metaphor nor a symbol, but is feeling towards a fact in the mist of perception, which time flows through. Natural VLF radio recordings of the magnetosphere in action allow the universe to speak for itself. The Sublime is Now. Amor Fati!’ — Lightcone


Excerpt

 

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Sutro (2009)
‘Animated glitch portrait of the eponymous television tower on the hill, guardian of fog and electronic signals in that earthshaking city by the Bay…’ — JL

Watch it here

 

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Crosswalk (2010)
‘”Nuyo-realism” from the streets of Manhattan’s Lower East Side, Crosswalk is a place-portrait in sound and image that’s shot at the stylistic intersection of home movie and cinema verité. Filmed on consecutive Good Fridays, the short work highlights the hybrid collage of peoples, cultures, and performances that characterizes daily life in the LES.’ — Wexner Center

Watch it here

 

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Dark Enough (2011)
‘A virtual proscenium stage for the poetry to play itself upon. Text-as-text, text-as-image, avoiding poetic illustration by way of poetic illustration. Sound composed for 60 cycle hum and Tibetan bell.’ — Counterpath

Watch it here

 

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Counterintuitive Proposition for a Black Hole (2012)
‘In Counterintuitive Proposition for a Black Hole, a magnifying glass is suspended inside the beam of the projeciton, creating a shadow in the filmed image of the night sky. As of this moment astrophyscists have yet to actaully *see* a black hole, an infintely dense space that is inherently invisible to us since light is trapped and prevented from escaping. The visualisations they have created are based on observed behaviors of other celestial bodies and gravitational forces in the vicinity.’ — JL


Excerpt

 

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Property (2013)
‘A few simple techniques of the cinema–a direct quotation, a framed location, an actress in costume, a few cuts to the quick–conspire in a compact couple of minutes to produce an image replete with historical and geographic visibility, to wit: an implied and uncontainable expanse of a landscape bought, sold and inhabited. An anti-landscape film and a one-two punch.’ — Light Cone

See the trailer here
See an excerpt here

 

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Affect Theory (2013)
‘2 16mm science education films in planet -and-satellite positions on the screen, with sound collage of Cole Porter variations. A live double projection event.’ — JL

See an except here

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Oh, right … Everyone, If you’d like a little more of yesterday’s host Nick Brook and his subject Beckford plus a dollop of _Black_Acrylic, here’s a 2010 Yuck ‘n Yum article about Beckford and ‘Vathek’ that the aforementioned power duo co-authored. Nick was so talented and such an interesting guy. I often wonder what became of him. I’ve found no signs anywhere. Wow, your own flat. That place looks cheerful, Excellent news, man. When would you move? ** David Ehrenstein, Thanks on Nick’s behalf! ** Dominik, Hi!!! I knew Paul Monette a little. We were both LA queer writers and did a lot of bumping into another and reading together at events on a few occasions. A very lovely guy. Ha ha. Right, there are posters for the new Placebo album all over the metro here. I haven’t heard the album yet, but, based on the poster photo, he seems to have gotten thin again and grown a moustache. Love, G. ** Misanthrope, Twenty years ago? Wow. Hijinks are an excellent way to propel a narrative forward without resorting to boring marked-out plot devices. Do whatever it takes to make it the best thing you’ve ever written. That’s the only way to write anything worthy. Me thinks. I’m going to try to cajole Yury into cutting my mane today. ** Mieze, Mieze! Wonderfulness incarnate to see you! Hm, and why can’t you see this place hardly at all anymore? God knows this current incarnation of the blog has technical weirdnesses galore that always surprise me. Anyway, I hope you’re doing most splendidly, and I send you a love supreme! ** Ryan / angusteak, Yuck, glad you’re all vacuumed out. Thanks for the share of your Mishima-derived music. I’ll swallow it the minute I get an actual minute. Or several. Mm, I read a bunch of Mishima when I was younger. I was pretty into most of it. I haven’t thought much about him in recent times. I think your reading on his politics <-> art makes a lot of sense. I don’t think I ever mentally delved into that question at any depth. I think I read his stuff not thinking about him personally much at all. I tend to just read things without any thought of the person who wrote it or what their lives or politics, etc. involve. I’m not really so into the cult of personality unless it’s an artist whose art involves smashing their person or persona in your face. And I don’t find those kinds of artists very interesting. Or at least when it comes to books. Even with Burroughs, I tried not to think about his weirdo old dude schtick when I was reading him. In music it can be fun sometimes. Anyway, very interesting Mishima thoughts and tidbits, thanks, man. They make me want to think about him. French shows! Whoa! Yes, let me know if/when those happen I’ll be there, at least the Paris show, whatever it takes. ** Bill, Hi. The Xenakis show was frustratingly small, if that helps. There were a number of performances of his works, which I was very excited about, but they all sold out instantly, and I was bereft. ‘Nancy’: interesting and news. I’ll, you know, see of I can hook myself up. Thanks, buddy. ** Rafe, Hey. Cool, yeah, Nick did a great job. Right? About Bernstein/Andrews? They should organise a kind of old school Language Poetry Lollapalooza type traveling festival. It might get their books in the charts. Oh, wow, your drawings are really fantastic! I’m going to return to them post-p.s. and get lengthier looks. Very, very nice! Thank you so very much! Everyone, Rafe shared some really terrific drawings of his yesterday that could’ve cozied up in the weekends XXX post, and you can check them out one by one. Here, here, here, here, and here. I especially love the second to last one for some reason. Have a super incredible day! ** Sypha, I, of course, wondered if you’d read ‘Vathek’ and assumed you must’ve. I’ve actually read ‘The Monk’, but the rest are mysteries to me. Thanks, James. ** Right. Today I use the blog to cover the work of yet another very strong and daring filmmaker whom I guessing that many of you are not familiar with. The hope is that you’ll investigate her work and get something useful out of it. But that and the rest is entirely up to you. See you tomorrow.

Nick Brook presents … William Beckford. An English Romantic, Decadent and Exile. *

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Introduction.

First up I don’t know too much about William Beckford apart from reading one biography and his novel Vathek. I have structured the post to include:
—-1. Biography of William Beckford
—-2. A summary of his famous novel Vathek with two links to the whole book and two additional links to videos containing readings from the first chapter.
—-3. The history of Fonthill Abbey his home after to returning to England having been forced to travel abroad after an alleged friendship and love affair with an eleven old boy.
—-4. Lansdown Tower his resting place.
—-5. A small section on William Courtney his alleged lover. Incidentally the current descendants of William Courtney recently had their license to conduct civil partnerships withdrawn after they refused to hire out their mansion to same sex couples…skeletons in closets maybe.

Why William Beckford?….well he was a forerunner for the English romantic movement that included Keats and Byron, he is in a long line of English gentleman (at 19 he was the richest man in England) to have suffered exile for his love and anyone who writes like this deserves our attention and finally it could be argued that much of Huysmans character Des Esseintes in A Rebours (Against Nature) is based upon William Beckford’s life making him a forerunner of the decadent movement. So decadent, romantic exile…what better life could there be…..now read on…..

 

1. William Beckford. Biography

William Thomas Beckford (1 October 1760 – 2 May 1844), usually known as William Beckford, was an English novelist, a profligate and consummately knowledgable art collector and patron of works of decorative art, a critic, travel writer and sometime politician, reputed to be the richest commoner in England. He was Member of Parliament for Wells from 1784 to 1790, for Hindon from 1790 to 1795 and 1806 to 1820. He is remembered as the author of the Gothic novel Vathek, the builder of the remarkable lost Fonthill Abbey and Lansdown Tower (“Beckford’s Tower”), Bath, and especially for his art collection.

Beckford was born in the family’s London home at 22 Soho Square. At the age of ten, he inherited a fortune consisting of £1 million in cash, land at Fonthill (including the Palladian mansion Fonthill Splendens) in Wiltshire, and several sugar plantations in Jamaica from his father William Beckford, usually referred to as “Alderman Beckford”, who had been twice a Lord Mayor of the City of London. This allowed him to indulge his interest in art and architecture, as well as writing. He was briefly trained in music by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, but his drawing master Alexander Cozens had a much greater influence on him, and Beckford continued to correspond with him for some years until their falling-out.

Despite his wealth and education, Beckford was ostracized from polite English society and his hopes for a peerage were dashed as a result of the scandal caused by his love affair with a youth, William Courtenay, later 9th Earl of Devon, and its exposure in the papers by Lord Loughborough, the boy’s uncle and a bitter political enemy of Beckford’s tutor, Lord Chancellor Thurlow. Beckford had fallen in love with the boy in 1779. To silence ensuing rumors of homosexuality, he was pressed by his family into marriage with Lady Margaret Gordon, daughter of the fourth Earl of Aboyne, which took place on May 5, 1783. The following year, however, the scandal of his affair with Courtenay reached such proportions (possibly as a result of the exaggerations and fabrications by Loughborough) that the two were forced apart and Beckford chose exile in the company of his wife, whom he grew to love deeply, but who died in childbirth at the age of 24.

Beckford’s fame, however, rests as much upon his eccentric extravagances as a builder and collector as upon his literary efforts. In undertaking his buildings he managed to dissipate his fortune, which was estimated by his contemporaries to give him an income of £100,000 a year. The loss of his Jamaican sugar plantation to James Beckford Wildman was particularly costly. Only £80,000 of his capital remained at his death.

Having studied under Sir William Chambers and Alexander Cozens, Beckford journeyed in Italy in 1782 and promptly wrote a book on his travels: Dreams, Waking Thoughts and Incidents (1783). Shortly afterward came his best-known work, the Gothic novel Vathek (1786), written originally in French; he boasted that it took a single sitting of three days and two nights, though there is reason to believe that this was a flight of his imagination. Vathek is an impressive work, full of fantastic and magnificent conceptions, rising occasionally to sublimity. His other principal writings were Memoirs of Extraordinary Painters (1780), a satirical work; and Letters from Italy with Sketches of Spain and Portugal (1835), full of brilliant descriptions of scenes and manners. In 1793 he visited Portugal, where he settled for a period.

Beckford was a compulsive and restless collector, who also frequently sold works, sometimes later repurchasing them. In terms of today’s taste his collection was most notable for its many Italian Quattrocento paintings, then little collected and cheap. Despite his interest in Romantic medievalism, he owned few medieval works, though many from the Renaissance. He was also interested in showy Asian objets d’art such as Mughal hardstone carvings. But though he avoided the souped-up classical marbles typical of the well-educated English collector, much of his collection was of 18th century French furniture and decorative arts, then enormously highly priced compared to paintings by modern standards. He bought an isolated Turner in 1800, when the artist was only 25 (The Fifth Plague of Egypt, £157.10s), and in 1828 William Blake’s drawings for Gray’s Elegy, as well as several works by Richard Parkes Bonington, but in general he preferred older works.

By 1822 he was short of funds in debt and put Fonthill Abbey up for sale, for which 72,000 copies of Christie’s illustrated catalogue were sold at a guinea apiece; the pre-sale view filled every farmhouse in the neighborhood with visitors from London. Fonthill, with part of his collection was sold before the sale for £330,000 to John Farqhuar, who had made a fortune selling gunpowder in India. Farqhuar at once auctioned the art and furnishings in the “Fonthill sale” of 1823, at which Beckford and his son-in-law the Duke of Hamilton were heavy purchasers, often buying items more cheaply than the first price Beckford had paid, as the market was somewhat depressed. What remained of the collection, as it was maintained and added to at Lansdown Tower, amounting virtually to a second collection, was inherited by the Dukes of Hamilton, and much of that was dispersed in the great “Hamilton Palace sale” of 1882, one of the major sales of the century. The Fonthill sale was the subject of William Hazlitt’s scathing review of Beckford’s taste for “idle rarities and curiosities or mechanical skill”, for fine bindings, bijouterie and highly-finished paintings, “the quintessence and rectified spirit of still-life”, republished in Hazlitt’s Sketches of the Picture Galleries of England (1824), and richly demonstrating his own prejudices. Beckford pieces are now in museums all over the world. Hazlitt was unaware that the sale had been salted with many lots inserted by Phillips the auctioneer, that had never passed Beckford’s muster: “I would not disgrace my house by Chinese furniture,” he remarked later in life. “Horace Walpole would not have suffered it in his toyshop at Strawberry Hill”.

 

2. Vathek

 

Vathek (alternatively titled Vathek, an Arabian Tale or The History of the Caliph Vathek) is a Gothic novel written by William Thomas Beckford. It was composed in French beginning in 1782, and then translated into English by Reverend Samuel Henley in which form it was first published in 1786 without Beckford’s name as An Arabian Tale, From an Unpublished Manuscript, claiming to be translated directly from Arabic. The first French edition was published in 1787. A notable modern edition was issued in paperback by Ballantine Books as the thirty-first volume of the celebrated Ballantine Adult Fantasy series in June, 1971. This edition, edited by Lin Carter, was the first to incorporate into the main text ‘The Episodes of Vathek’, scenes omitted from the original edition that had later been published separately.

Vathek capitalised on the 18th (and early 19th) century obsession with all things Oriental (see Orientalism), which was inspired by Antoine Galland’s translation of The Arabian Nights (itself re-translated, into English, in 1708). Beckford was also influenced by similar works from the French writer Voltaire. His originality lay in combining the popular Oriental elements with the Gothic stylings of Horace Walpole’s The Castle of Otranto (1764). The result stands alongside Walpole’s novel and Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (1818) in the first rank of early Gothic fiction.

William Beckford wrote Vathek in French in 1782, when he was 21. He often stated that Vathek was written as an emotional response to “the events that happened at Fonthill at Christmas 1781,” and that it took him two days and a night, or three days and two nights. He gives two accounts of how long it took him. Vathek was written during a time when the European population was entranced by orientalism. It is both an Arabian tale because of the oriental setting and characters and the depiction of oriental cultures, societies, and myth, as well as a Gothic novel because of the emphasis on the supernatural, ghosts, and spirits, as well as the terror it tries to induce on the reader.

The title character is inspired by Al-Wathiq, an Abbasid Caliph who had a great thirst for knowledge and became a great patron to scholars and artists. During his reign, a number of revolts broke out, and he joined the parties to quell these revolts personally. He died of fever on August 10, 847.

Vathek’s narrative uses a third person, omniscient, semi-intrusive narrator. While the narrator is not omniscient in the sense of knowing what the characters feel (he hardly talks about the feelings of the characters), he is omniscient in the sense that he knows what is happening everywhere; and while it may not be intrusive to the point of telling the reader how to feel, it is certainly intrusive in the way it takes the reader from place to place, the most obvious instance being on page 87 when, after a narrative focusing around Gulchenrouz, the narrator tells us, “But let us return to the Caliph, and her who ruled over his heart”. The narrative is often made up of lists that chronicle the events one after the other, without emphasis on character development. Characters and events are introduced forcefully at times. One such example is the introduction of Motavakel, Vathek’s brother. Up to the point when he is introduced in the novel as the leader of a rebel army, the reader is not even aware of Vathek having a brother. The reader is also never treated to Motavakel’s character, except through Carathis mentioning him. The novel, while it may lend itself to be divided into chapters, is one complete manuscript without pause.

The novel chronicles the fall from power of the Caliph Vathek (a fictionalized version of the historical Al-Wathiq), who renounces Islam and engages with his mother, Carathis, in a series of licentious and deplorable activities designed to gain him supernatural powers. At the end of the novel, instead of attaining these powers, Vathek descends into a hell ruled by the demon Eblis where he is doomed to wander endlessly and speechlessly.

Vathek, the ninth Caliph of the Abassides, ascended to the throne at an early age. He is a majestic figure, terrible in anger (one glance of his flashing eye can make “the wretch on whom it was fixed instantly [fall] backwards and sometimes [expire]”), and addicted to the pleasures of the flesh. He is intensely thirsty for knowledge and often invites scholars to converse with him. If he fails to convince the scholar of his points of view, he attempts a bribe; if this does not work, he sends the scholar to prison. In order to better study astronomy, he builds an observation tower with 1,500 steps.

A hideous stranger arrives in town, claiming to be a merchant from India selling precious goods. Vathek buys glowing swords with letters on them from the merchant, and invites the merchant to dinner. When the merchant does not respond to Vathek’s questions, Vathek looks at him with his “evil eye,” but this has no effect, so Vathek imprisons him. The next day, he discovers that the merchant has escaped and his guards cannot account for him. The people begin to call Vathek crazy. His mother, Carathis, tells him that the merchant was “the one talked about in the prophecy”, and Vathek admits that he should have treated the stranger kindly.

Vathek wants to decipher the messages on his new sabers, offers a reward to anyone who can help him, and punishes those who fail. After several scholars fail, one elderly man succeeds: the swords say “We were made where everything is well made; we are the least of the wonders of a place where all is wonderful and deserving, the sight of the first potentate on earth.” But the next morning, the message has changed: the sword now says “Woe to the rash mortal who seeks to know that of which he should remain ignorant, and to undertake that which surpasses his power”. The old man flees before Vathek can punish him. However, Vathek realizes that the writing on the swords really did change.

Vathek then develops an insatiable thirst and often goes to a place near a high mountain to drink from one of four fountains there, kneeling at the edge of the fountain to drink. One day he hears a voice telling him to “not assimilate thyself to a dog”. It was the voice of the merchant who had sold him the swords, Giaour. Giaour cures his thirst with a potion and the two men return to Samarah. Vathek returns to immersing himself in the pleasures of the flesh, and begins to fear that Giaour, who is now popular at Court, will seduce one of his wives. Some mornings later, Carathis reads a message in the stars foretelling a great evil to befall Vathek and his vizir Morakanabad; she advises him to ask Giaour about the drugs he used in the potion. When Vathek confronts him, Giaour only laughs, so Vathek gets angry and kicks him. Giaour is transformed into a ball and Vathek compels everyone in the palace to kick it, even the resistant Carathis and Morakanabad. Then Vathek has the whole town kick the ball-shaped merchant into a remote valley. Vathek stays in the area and eventually hears Giaour’s voice telling him that if he will worship Giaour and the jinns of the earth, and renounce the teachings of Islam, he will bring Vathek to “the palace of the subterrain fire” (22) where Soliman Ben Daoud controls the talismans that rule over the world.

Vathek agrees, and proceeds with the ritual that Giaour demands: to sacrifice fifty of the city’s children. In return, Vathek will receive a key of great power. Vathek holds a “competition” among the children of the nobles of Samarah, declaring that the winners will receive “endless favors.” As the children approach Vathek for the competition, he throws them inside an ebony portal to be sacrificed. Once this is finished, Giaour makes the portal disappear. The Samaran citizens see Vathek alone and accuse him of having sacrificed their children to Giaour, and form a mob to kill Vathek. Carathis pleads with Morakanabad to help save Vathek’s life; the vizier complies, and calms the crowd down.

Vathek wonders when his reward will come, and Carathis says that he must fulfill his end of the pact and sacrifice to the Jinn of the earth. Carathis helps him prepare the sacrifice: she and her son climb to the top of the tower and mix oils to create an explosion of light. The people, presuming that the tower is on fire, rush up the stairs to save Vathek from being burnt to death. Instead, Carathis sacrifices them to the Jinn. Carathis performs another ritual and learns that for Vathek to claim his reward, he must go to Istakhar.

Vathek goes away with his wives and servants, leaving the city in the care of Morakanabad and Carathis. A week after he leaves, his caravan is attacked by carnivorous animals. The soldiers panic and accidentally set the area on fire; Vathek and his wives must flee. Still, they continue on their way. They reach steep mountains where the Islamic dwarves dwell. They invite Vathek to rest with them, possibly in the hopes of converting him back to Islam. Vathek sees a message his mother left for him: “Beware of old doctors and their puny messengers of but one cubit high: distrust their pious frauds; and, instead of eating their melons, impale on a spit the bearers of them. Should thou be so fool as to visit them, the portal to the subterranean place will shut in thy face” (53). Vathek becomes angry and claims that he has followed Giaour’s instructions long enough. He stays with the dwarves, meets their Emir, named Fakreddin, and Emir’s beautiful daughter Nouronihar.

Vathek wants to marry her, but she is already promised to her effeminate cousin Gulchenrouz, who she loves and who loves her back. Vathek thinks she should be with a “real” man and arranges for Babalouk to kidnap Gulchenrouz. The Emir, finding of the attempted seduction, asks Vathek to kill him, as he has seen “the prophet’s vice-regent violate the laws of hospitality.” But Nouronihar prevents Vathek from killing her father and Gulchenrouz escapes. The Emir and his servants then meet and they develop a plan to safeguard Nouronihar and Gulchenrouz, by drugging them and place them in a hidden valley by a lake where Vathek cannot find them. The plan succeeds temporarily – the two are drugged, brought to the valley, and convinced on their awakening that they have died and are in purgatory. Nouronihar, however, grows curious about her surroundings and ascends to find out what lies beyond the valley. There she meets Vathek, who is mourning for her supposed death. Both realize that her ‘death’ has been a sham. Vathek then orders Nouronihar to marry him, she abandons Gulchenrouz, and the Emir abandons hope.

Meanwhile, in Samarah, Carathis can discover no news of her son from reading the stars. She conjures the spirits of a graveyard to perform a spell that makes her appear in front of Vathek, who is bathing with Nouronihar. She tells him he is wasting his time with Nouronihar and has broken one of the rules of Giaour’s contract. She asks him to drown Nouronihar, but Vathek refuses, because he intends to make her his Queen. Carathis then decides to sacrifice Gulchenrouz, but before she can catch him, Gulchenrouz jumps into the arms of a Genie who protects him. That night, Carathis hears that Motavakel, Vathek’s brother, is planning to lead a revolt against Morakanabad. Carathis tells Vathek that he has distinguished himself by breaking the laws of hospitality by ‘seducing’ the Emir’s daughter after sharing his bread, and that if he can commit one more crime along the way he shall enter Soliman’s gates triumphant.

Vathek continues on his journey, reaches Rocnabad, and degrades and humiliates its citizens for his own pleasure.

A Genie asks Mohammed for permission to try to save Vathek from his eternal damnation. He takes the form of a shepherd who plays the flute to make men realize their sins. The shepherd asks Vathek if he is done sinning, warns Vathek about Eblis, ruler of Hell, and asks Vathek to return home, destroy his tower, disown Carathis, and preach Islam. Vathek’s pride wins out, and he tells the shepherd that he will continue on his quest for power, and values his mother more than life itself or God’s mercy. Vathek’s servants desert him; Nouronihar becomes immensely prideful.

Finally, Vathek reaches Istakhar, where he finds more swords with writing on them, which says “Thou hast violated the conditions of my parchment, and deserve to be sent back, but in favor to thy companion, and as the meed for what thou hast done to obtain it, Eblis permitted that the portal of this place will receive thee” (108). Giaour opens the gates with a golden key, and Vathek and Nouronihar step through into a place of gold where Genies of both sexes dance lasciviously. Giaour leads them to Eblis, who tells them that they may enjoy whatever his empire holds. Vathek asks to be taken to the talismans that govern the world. There, Soliman tells Vathek that he had once been a great king, but was seduced by a Jinn and received the power to make everyone in the world do his bidding. But because of this, he is destined to suffer in hell for all eternity. Vathek asks Giaour to release him, saying he will relinquish all he was offered, but Giaour refuses. He tells Vathek to enjoy his omnipotence while it lasts, for in a few days he will be tormented.

Vathek and Nouronihar become increasingly discontented with the palace of flames. Vathek orders an Ifreet to fetch Carathis from the castle. When she arrives, he warns her of what happens to those who enter Eblis’ domain, but Carathis takes the talismans of earthly power from Soliman regardless. She gathers the Jinns and tries to overthrow one of the Solimans, but Eblis decrees “It is time.” Carathis, Vathek, Nouronihar, and the other denizens of hell lose “the most precious gift granted by heaven – HOPE” (119). They begin to feel eternal remorse for their crimes.

“Such was, and should be, the punishment of unrestrained passion and atrocious deeds! Such shall be the chastisement of that blind curiosity, which would transgress those bounds the wisdom the Creator has prescribed to human knowledge; and such the dreadful disappointment of that restless ambition, which, aiming at discoveries reserved for beings of a supernatural order, perceives not, through its infatuated pride, that the condition of man upon earth is to be – humble and ignorant.”

 

Two videos containing a reading of the first chapter from Vathek

 

Links to full versions of Vathek

http://www.fullbooks.com/The-History-of-Caliph-Vathek1.html

http://www.fullbooks.com/The-History-of-Caliph-Vathek2.html

 

3. Fonthill Abbey.

 

Fonthill Abbey — also known as Beckford’s Folly — was a large Gothic revival country house built at the turn of the 19th century at Fonthill Gifford in Wiltshire, England, at the direction of William Thomas Beckford. It was constructed near the site of the Palladian house, later known as Fonthill Splendens, which was constructed by his father, William Beckford, to replace the Fonthill Abbey was a brainchild of William Thomas Beckford, son of wealthy English plantation owner William Beckford and a student of architect Sir William Chambers. In 1771 when Beckford was ten years old, he inherited £1,000,000 (around £320,000,000 in today’s amounts) and an annual income which his contemporaries then estimated at around £100,000 (around £32,000,000 in today’s values) a year, a colossal amount at the time, but which biographers have found to be closer to half of that sum. The newspapers of the time described him as “the richest commoner in England”.


VR Fly over of the Fonthill Abbey

 

4. Beckford’s Tower

 

Beckford’s Tower, originally known as Lansdown Tower, is an architectural folly built in neo-classical style on Lansdown Hill, just outside Bath, Somerset, England.

Standing 120 feet (37 m) high, the tower was completed in 1827 for local resident William Beckford to a design by Henry Goodridge. Beckford, who wished that he had built it forty feet higher, but admitted that “such as it is, it is a famous landmark for drunken farmers on their way home from market”, used the tower as both a library and a retreat, located at the end of pleasure gardens called Beckford’s Ride which ran from his house in Lansdown Crescent up to the Tower at the top of Lansdown Hill; he made it his habit to ride up to the tower, view the progress of gardens and works, and walk down to breakfast.

Beckford’s own choice of the best of works of art, virtu, books and prints and rich furnishings from Fonthill Abbey, which he had sold in 1822, were rehoused in his double ajoining houses in Bath and at the Tower. One long narrow room there was fitted out as an “Oratory”, where all the paintings were of devotional subjects and a marble Virgin and Child was bathed in light from a hidden skylight.

The most striking feature of the tower is the topmost gilded belvedere, based on the peripteral temple at Tivoli and the Tower of the Winds at Athens, reached by a spiral staircase and offering excellent views over the surrounding countryside. With a strong spyglass, Beckford could make out shipping in the Bristol Channel.

Today, the tower is home to a museum collection displaying furniture originally made for the Tower, alongside paintings, prints and objects illustrating William Beckford’s life as a writer, collector and patron of the arts. Visitors can follow in Beckford’s footsteps and climb the spiral staircase to the beautifully restored Belvedere and experience the spectacular panoramic view of Bath.

The tower is owned by the Bath Preservation Trust and managed by the Beckford Tower Trust. The Tower is also available to rent as a holiday home through the Landmark Trust. It has been designated by English Heritage as a grade I listed building.

A Victorian cemetery (no longer used for interments) now occupies that part of what was once Beckford’s Ride.


Views of Beckford’s Tower, Bath

 

5. William “Kitty” Courtenay, 9th Earl of Devon (c. 1768 – 26 May 1835) …


William Beckford and William “Kitty” Courtenay

… was the youngest son of William Courtenay, (de jure 8th Earl of Devon) 2nd Viscount Courtenay and his wife Frances Clack. He was baptized on 30 August 1768.

Born into a family of eight sisters, William Courtenay was better known as “Kitty” Courtenay to family and friends. William Courtenay inherited the title of 3rd Viscount Courtenay of Powderham. Furthermore, he also retrospectively revived the title of Earl of Devon in 1831 for the Courtenay family, the title having been dormant since 1556.

With his new title, he led an excessively flamboyant lifestyle. He was responsible for the addition of a new Music Room in the Powderham Castle, designed by James Wyatt, which included a carpet made by the newly formed Axminster Carpet Company.

He was also a homosexual and lived in the United States where he owned a property on the Hudson River in New York, and later in Paris. He did not marry due to his sexual orientation, and thus fathered no known children.

He died on 26 May 1835 at age 66 in Paris, France due to natural causes. He was loved by his tenants, who insisted that he be buried in stately fashion. He was buried on 12 June 1835 in Powderham.

 

Conclusion.


Three fortepiano pieces written in Paris in 1789 by William Beckford

William Beckford’s life could be described as having been defined by his love for William Courtenay (Viscount Courtenay’s 11 year old son), in 1778, a spectacular Christmas party lasting for three days was held for the boy at Fonthill. During this time, Beckford began writing Vathek, his most famous novel. In 1784 Beckford was charged with sexual misconduct with William Courtenay. The allegations of misconduct remained unproven, despite being stirred up by Lord Loughborough, but the scandal was significant enough to require his exile.

Beckford chose exile in the company of his wife, née Lady Margaret Gordon, whom he grew to love deeply, but who died in childbirth when the couple had found refuge in Switzerland. Beckford travelled extensively after this tragedy – to France, repeatedly, to Germany, Italy, Spain and (the country he favoured above all), Portugal. Shunned by English society, where rumors of his bi-sexuality and affairs with boys continued he nevertheless decided to return to his native country; after enclosing the Fonthill estate in a six-mile long wall (high enough to prevent hunters from chasing foxes and hares on his property), this arch-romantic decided to have a Gothic cathedral built.

Finally …………. back to the final paragraph in Vathek where it It is widely acknowledged that Vathek is Beckford and the youthful boy Gulchenrouz is William Courtney …

‘Thus the Caliph Vathek, who, for the sake of empty pomp and
forbidden power, had sullied himself with a thousand crimes, became
a prey to grief without end, and remorse without mitigation; whilst
the humble and despised Gulchenrouz passed whole ages in
undisturbed tranquillity, and the pure happiness of childhood’.

What more tragic way to part from a lover and live life?

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Dominik, Hi!!! My great pleasure, as always. I don’ think I know Palace Royale, but I will rectify that. Sounds really sweet, and awesome that you and Anita maxed out your time together. My weekend was pretty all right. Other than going to an exhibit of the works/ephemera of the composer Xenakis and doing my lovely bi-weekly bookclub Zoom on Saturday and some future planning, I didn’t do a ton. But I dug it. Love and nature are a gorgeous couple. Wealthy, eccentric, snooty, somewhat closeted British love, G. ** Susie Bright, Susie! So awesome to have you here! And a briefly belated happy birthday! I’ll find and get that Phyllis Christopher book, thank you. And thank you for the props on my GIF novels over on FB. That really warmed my heart. Great to see you! I hope circumstances will allow me to see you in person again one of these not distant days! ** Ian, You’re most welcome, of course. Yay about your book, and, yes, I have interest in the pdf, thank you so much. Honestly, I read more pdfs than actual books these days what being way over here and mostly reading things from way over there. I don’t need to tell you that getting the new book formulated before the gigantic arrival of your kiddo is an awfully good idea based on similar circumstances amongst other impending parent friends of mine. You sound really good! ** David Ehrenstein, Or maybe not, ha ha. ** Jon Bailiff, Hi, Jon. Welcome! I’m so happy that the post reached as far as your heart. It’s the blog’s honor entirely. Take care, and, you know, come back anytime please. ** Ryan Wilkinson / ANGUSRAZE, Cool. Those Weil photos seemed to have been kind of the hit. I hope your cold has fully dematerialised by now and you’re back to genius carousing. French love, me. ** David Fishkind, Hi, David. Yes, the cowboy, I’m with you. Awesome. Thanks a ton to you too. ** Tosh Berman, Hi. Did Facebook warn people? I guess they would have. So much for my theory that it was my use of ‘[NSFW]’ that was causing that. I talked to the trio you mentioned on Saturday, and the reading seemed to have gone quite well. I love that store. ** Bill, Hi, Bill. Interesting that Weil was in ACT-UP, etc. And that I didn’t find that when I found him. Ha re: Mr Ford and Messrs Sluts. How was the Webern concert? I saw an exhibit of Xenakis’s stuff on Sunday, and they recreated this amazing light/sound piece he’d made for the opening of Pompidou, and that was great to see. Plus the venue, The Museum of Music, has the archive of Pierre Henry, and they had a bunch of his equipment and stuff on display. ** Rafe, Hi, Rafe. Thanks, pal. If you end up sharing those drawings, do let me know where. There’s an interesting discrepancy between how Language poetry reads on the page and how it’s performed, at least in the case of Bernstein and Andrews. Maybe there are videos them reading out there. Glad you’re with me on ‘DMC’. How’s stuff on your Monday morning going? ** _Black_Acrylic, That’s very true, is it not? Your mom likes Lou Reed! That’s interesting. My mom liked Little Richard, which is maybe the equivalent for her generation? ** Misanthrope, Oh, this abandoned novel is the same one you’re doing with Leckie’s illustrations? I need my hairs cut very badly. Blerp. ** Steve Erickson, I didn’t know Roger Shepherd wrote a memoir. Huh. That does sound tasty. I’ never heard of either of those films you mentioned, but, yeah, I’ll seek them. I just made a post about Bill Morrison, so I was watching a bunch of his films, and they were pretty dreamy. ** Right. Today I hand you over an old, restored post made by lost d.l. Nick Brook who also sometimes used to go by the monikers Putthelotioninthebasket and Stoopidslappedpuppies if any of you have been around here long enough to remember. Anyway, he wanted everyone to know about a British eccentric guy, and presumably he still does wherever he is. Check it out. See you tomorrow.

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