‘A tableau vivant is a representation of a personage, character, scene, incident, etc., or of a well-known painting or statue, by one person or a group of persons in suitable costumes and attitudes, silent and motionless. Historically, tableaux vivants denoted figures posed, silent and immobile, for twenty or thirty seconds, in imitation of well-known works of art or dramatic scenes from history and literature. The phrase and practice of tableau vivant originated as medieval liturgical dramas when a mass ended in a short, dramatic series or tableaux. Although its emblematic and allegorical characteristics recall medieval drama, the “tableau” emerged as a true art form on the Continent and in England in the eighteenth century.
‘Another facet of the use of tableau vivant was the pose plastique, where the performer would imitate classical statuary, introducing the nude and transforming these larger portrayed scenes, while still portraying a decided moment. One could compare the manifestation of the tableau vivant with Roland Barthes’ consideration of the film still; both being an analysis of a pregnant moment. Barthes believes the film still has the capacity to extract the whole diegesis of a film. In The Third Meaning, Barthes cites Eisenstein’s thoughts about the film still offering us “inside the fragment.” He agrees with Eisenstein’s belief about the film still being the, “basic center of gravity.”
‘Tableau vivant’s beginnings were associated within a class structure that could not only afford time but consideration of this activity. Goethe acknowledges this by saying “Here the place is to think of still another decided hobby of the Neapolitaner …. presenting angels and kings, more or less completely, richly and preciously together grouped. Goethe believed that tableaux vivant functioned merely as entertainment (diversions, evening amusement) once they were appropriated.” One commonality to this practice is the consideration of mimesis. The term mimesis is derived from the Greek mimesis, meaning to imitate. The tableau vivant acts as an imitation; the act of copying a copy. Walter Benjamin believed it was inherently human and part of the natural order of man to imitate.
‘Before radio, film and television, tableaux vivants were popular forms of entertainment. Before the age of colour reproduction of images the tableau vivant (often abbreviated simply to tableau) was sometimes used to recreate paintings “on stage”, based on an etching or sketch of the painting. This could be done as an amateur venture in a drawing room, or as a more professionally produced series of tableaux presented on a theatre stage, one following another, usually to tell a story without requiring all the usual trappings of a “live” theatre performance. Since English stage censorship often strictly forbade actresses to move when nude or semi-nude on stage, tableaux vivants also had a place in presenting risqué entertainment at special shows. In the nineteenth century they took such titles as “Nymphs Bathing” and “Diana the Huntress” and were to be found at such places as The Hall of Rome in Great Windmill Street, London. Other notorious venues were the Coal Hole in the Strand and The Cyder Cellar in Maiden Lane. Such shows had largely died out by the 1970s.’ — collaged from various sources
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MELODROM tableau vivant PREMIKI
Tableau vivant Pontormo
Tableau vivant Aimie
Tableau Vivant ‘Dissecting Sebastian’
Tableaux vivant Caravaggio
Tableau Vivant, Kasper Julian en Nick
Tableau vivant Le nozze di Cana di David Gerard
Starring Lucas, Pearl, Cosi, Elisa, Bess, Claudia, Allen, Isaac.
VANESSA BEECROFT VB64 AT DEITCH STUDIOS IN LONG ISLAND CITY
Raft of the Medusa (100 Mile House)
tableau vivant après Auguste Rodin
Tableau vivant de majorettes
Tableau Vivant Willem
Act 2 of King Lear
Security Passing Rodin’s Age of Bronze
Tableau Vivant. Jarvis and Liam smoking
Princes Day in 3D at the Pageant of the Masters
Tableau Vivant – Jan Vermeer
Tableau Vivant – Dumbo Arts Festival – powerHouse Arena2
Tableaux vivant des élèves de secondaire 1 et 2 des classes d’arts plastiques enrichis d’Annie Saint-Vanne
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p.s. Hey. ** Dominik, Hi!!! ‘The House of Hunger’ is really good, but do try to get to ‘Black Sunlight’, that’s his masterpiece, I think. After I stooped to quote Tina Turner, anything’s fair game, I figure. You do what you love, or you get arrested, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, ‘HoH’ is really good, so yeah, but ‘BS’ is really special. Veggie fish and chips! Hm. No, that could work. A few times I’ve asked fish & chips places in London for chips only and they scowled at me. ** Misanthrope, Ugh, George, that’s so half-witted of them. And I guess you can say goodbye to your non-white and/or trans co-workers. ** Jack Skelley, Dare we hope. Yes, RIP Garth Hudson. The Band’s Brian Jones. Wow, I think I also might have seen Butthole Surfers do ‘Chest Fever’. At John Anson Ford even possibly. That rings such a bell. Is the Urban Land thing online accessible? How nice that someone named Chanel Chapters thinks you’re WEIRD, alternative & fringe. Feather in your cap. Never been to AWP. It looks like I’ll be there this year when it’s happening, but I’m not gonna pay to go. But I’m hoping some of the gathered indie lit superstars will hit the local reading venues while they’re about. Could be worse here, but I’m not sure about there. ** jay, It is incredible! I made it not very far at all into ‘ALL’, and, yes, I thought it laid the sentimentality on very thick and tried to hit all the triggering buttons with a sledgehammer. It’s warming here just slightly. It’s also wetter. You can’t have everything. Cheer up, pal! The world is your imagination’s oyster, don’t forget. ** James, You and explosives seems like a dangerous combination. Oh wait, only in your mind. Phew. I told someone the other day that I do a blog, and he said, ‘People who read blogs are like people who go shopping in antique stores.’ He has a TikTok channel, and I said, ‘You just wait.’ If you ever get to Paris I will direct you to a certain crepe stand that will change your mind. I have a headache just hearing about that Russia paper. And the rest. But do not crack. ** Larst, Hi, L! Ace about the live gig and more pertinently about the EP. I’ll be there. Everyone, The mighty and talent-exploding Larst has an improv collective that played a live show on Friday and by Saturday night he had turned it into an EP on bandcamp and, perhaps needless to say, you should seek it out. Here. Day amongst days to you, sir. ** Diesel Clementine, First, wow, thank you! Re: ‘Gold’ and generally. William Jones, nice, thank you, he’s a friend of mine. Um, well, I have been to Moscow a few times, so I do have a sense of what it’s kind of like physically and atmospherically there. And, for instance, the little park where Pieta gets picked up in the story is, or at least was, a real place. In my wandering I came upon this little park near the Kremlin with a Brezhnev statue where there were very young boys standing around in the cold prostituting themselves. And other things are based on real things I saw too. My novel ‘The Marbled Swarm’ is set in Paris, and ‘Period’ is set in some nameless part of the US south, so I was accustomed to setting fiction elsewhere to some degree. Well, Russia is very distanced to me, although my ex-boyfriend who I still live with is Russian and watches a lot of Russian YouTube channel shows, so it’s not extremely foreign to me. Why? I guess just because I found Moscow extremely grim and was interested by how gayness is quite hidden and force-repressed there and that things like underaged prostitutes, which are relegated to the dark online web in my world, were being practiced out in the open, and I guess a lot of reasons. I guess my hope is that my books will only make more sense in an increasingly likely world outside of American Hegemony while, at the same time, seeming even more niche, which I don’t mind. I don’t know if those are good answers to your questions, but that’s what degree of waking state this morning will allow me to say. Really, thank you a lot for asking and wondering. That’s amazing, and I’m honored. How are you? ** Steeqhen, I’m assuming your quiz went okay since you seem totally yourself post-quiz. Coke is the only drug I think I’d still say yes to if someone offered me a toot. Thanks for attending to the spotlit novel. Whenever you get to it, I think you’ll be glad. ** PL, Gotcha, but the chances of you meeting death in a car accident are pretty tiny, you know. Like Michigan, haha, strangely I think I can totally picture that. Not being overwhelmed with friendships can be very good for an artist. I lived in Amsterdam for 2 1/2 years, and I literally didn’t have a single good friend, and I’m positive that my isolation is what made me start writing the George Miles Cycle while I was there. I’m from LA, or a suburb of LA, so I luckily grew up with culture at my fingertips, or rather at the conclusion of a short-ish car ride. NYC isn’t that dirty. Well, parts are, but parts of Paris and LA are too. I lived there for four years, and I thought people were generally very nice and cool. You should go there and see it. It’s intense, but it’s exciting, more exciting than it is scary by far. ** Tyler Ookami, Build a Bear, wow, I forgot about that franchise. Strange that societal currents occasionally allow something that peculiar to thrive for short periods. I really want to go to Mall of America someday, but really only because it’s built around a rather decent looking indoor amusement park. Well, and its giganticness intrigues also. France doesn’t have malls, or not voluminous ones. They have arcades, which I guess are the equivalent. They’re charming, as Walter Benjamin thought. ** HaRpEr, It’s true, I guess Influencers are performance artists. I don’t follow any with much attention, but it doesn’t seem like they’re out to blow people’s minds or fuck with their viewers other than in a frat boy pranking kind of way. It seems like a very capitalist art, if you want to cut them the slack of being artists. I don’t see any Chris Burdens crawling naked through broken glass kind of Influencers. Most of them seem like they want to be unofficial school teachers. I don’t know. But, yeah, I see your point. It’s a great novel. ‘BS’, I think you’ll really like it. Sure, that’s why I always keep my random writings that I put down in a flash because I will go back to them later and at least find some good sentences or the kernel of goodness. For sure. Congrats, by the way! ** Bill, Hi. Jury duty: you’re doing it. Good for you. I’ve always just immediately thrown my jury duty summons in the trash, and, as far as I know, I’m not on some enemy list. If you get to London, get to Paris, for goodness sake. It’s just a hop, skip, and jump further. ** Uday, Cool that you know Marechera’s work. ‘Prayers’ that the guy you like is bonafidely liking you back. If there’s a way to show the film there, we will. We’re looking for a sales agent who could and would figure out how to do that. I hope your tiredness gets the hell out of Dodge. Wow, I’m such an American. ** Callan, Read ‘Black Sunlight’. You won’t be sorry. It’s fantastic. I don’t know Billy Woods, but I’ll find him. I guess I was hoping that Thewlis was the kind of actor who wouldn’t be fulfilled by big paychecks, but I do tend to get romantic about stuff. Have a very good day. ** Okay. Today my galerie returns to present you with an array of tableaux vivant, and … what do you think? See you tomorrow.
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Hi Dennis, I supposed I should start by saying I’m Diesel Clemintines husband, just so you have context. Your name has floated through my flat for a few years and by now you feel like an aquantince/friend who I feel a warm joy to hear about in your replies to her. Funny how someone youve never met can feel like that. Sadly the only book of yours I’ve read is I Wished, I fear your others would trip my ocd. I find your writing beautiful and you as a person fascinating. I haven’t read many books which I feel have etched their way onto my soul but I Wished is one of them, and I find myself thinking about it at odd moments through my day. What books or media do you find yourself thinking of in odd mundane moments?
One part of my life which I think would interest you is the weird homoerotic relationships I have with my 60 yr old coworkers. I work in a hospital, there is one coworker who will continuously touch me. The belly, the chest, up my back, my arms, whenever he passes me as we go about jobs. When we sit together in the staff room he will rub my head (I’m bald) and I am yet to discern why. He does it to others but nowhere near as frequently or with as much joy. It’s to a point where the man he normally works with has confessed his confusion to me as to why it’s always me. Others have told me how much happier he seems when I’m on shift. But I am regarded as his ‘boy’ now which gives me a strange protection from the homophobia they all often spout. Men are beautifully strange. How are you? R x
Hi!!
A new tableaux vivants day! This is such a great art form. The “Jarvis and Liam smoking” one is especially charming from this selection. Thank you so much!
Noted! I’ll definitely find a copy of “Black Sunlight”!
Haha, okay, yeah, fair enough. And some Lou Reed today! Lovely! Where did all the love go, Od.
Hi D, happy thursday. i love this day, i feel a great thirst for more tableaux vivants in my life, love the idea of a show of just those. i hate doing anything performative or being on stage in any capacity, but i feel like i could manage this. also amazing is the fact what women could be nude on stage if they didn’t move at all. funny. i’m also heartbroken david lynch is gone. he is a giant to me, so influential and important. i’m so thankful we got the return before he passed. what did you think of the return? i’m obsessed with it. feels like there’s an endless amount of places to go within it. i saw inland empire in the theatre when it came out and it was such a huge experience, totally incredible.
my show opened this past friday! it was great, there were so many people at the opening, throughout the whole evening, it was pretty crazy. actually just now i got a call from the gallerist that Kunstkritikk, a pretty prominent art critique platform in scandinavia, are gonna review the show! they don’t review shows at this gallery very often, so that’s pretty huge! i’m at the gallery now while documentation is happening. the guy doing it was in my mfa class, so it’s pretty relaxed, he’s super nice. but yeah it was a hectic opening, pretty overwhelming, got a ton of wonderful feedback. my friends hanna and sally came to oslo for the opening, from copenhagen and gothenburg respectively. and the day after mine, ottar had an opening in fredrikstad, a really beautiful little town not too far from here. there’s an old fortress-city there that we hung out in all day, felt like being in a different time. there’s a tiny boat that crosses the water to get there. we saw a seagull gliding along on an ice flake, and we got to pet goats. so a really beautiful weekend. i’ve also had a lot of messages and mails from people who have seen the show, so i feel like it couldn’t have gone better and i already got all i needed from it. it’s usually kind of empty when you open a show because you do so much work and then it’s kind of nothing, but not this time, so i’m super grateful. your work looked beautiful in the show as well! there’s another gallery here, Tenthaus, run by an artist collective, and they have a radio show they asked me to be on with the artist who is opening a show there next week, because apparently the shows have a lot in common. so i’m doing that next week, kinda scary, but also fun.
i’ve spent this week meeting friends, but also doing nothing, i’m still extremely tired. this weekend i’m going on a cabin trip with friends to a cabin that is supposed to be extremely cold, so i’m looking forward with trepidatiousness! how have you been? what was your thursday like? sending all my love xxxx k
Dennis, Yeah, I mean, I don’t mind working in the office so much as I mind that fucking commute. The traffic is so bad. If I were 15 minutes away, or even 30, okay, not a big deal. But man, it really is an hour and a half to 2 hours each way for 30 miles. Fucking killer.
And I hadn’t thought about that. Strangely, or not, my non-white coworkers seem to be a lot more positive about things than I am, haha. I worked with three yesterday and they were all like, hey, we’re in this together and we’ll get through it, ain’t nothing keeping us down. That was interesting.
Hi Dennis! This is so cool, I think my only exposure to this artform is Derek Jarman’s “Sebastiane, so it’s really cool to see these videos. The Vanessa Beecroft piece is so cool. I guess it’s just because I’ve seen it recently, but this all really reminds me of “GENITAL PANIC”, in terms of making something that’s normally passive active, although they’re probably on different sides of one spectrum.
I mean, you must’ve made it pretty far into “ALL” if you got to the “triggering sledgehammer” parts, I remember that being about a third of the way into the novel. I think it tends to be brought up as a dark mirror to your writing, in terms of being super sentimental and not particularly complex in terms of characterisation.
Anyway, glad to hear it’s warming up where you are. We’ve had a huge cold spell, so I’m shivering like a Dickensian orphan, which is definitely amusing. I’m probably seeing “House that Jack Built” tonight, with a friend, which should be great – I know you’re not a von Trier person, but it’s maybe the only film of his that’s really interested me. Hope your Thursday is great, see you!
Great to see Vanessa Beecroft here! I’ve not thought about her work for ages. I remember back in the 90s and being obsessed with what she was up to. Those early performances still seem timeless.
No surprise to hear that chippies were at one time so veggie-unfriendly. I think that even here in the North of England, many such places are starting to realise there is money to be made from these emerging markets. Gregg’s bakers threatened to cause a recent culture war when they introduced a vegan sausage roll.
Don’t know if you caught it the other night, but Paris Saint-Germain are suddenly a hip and exciting football team again. They beat Manchester City 5-4 in the Champions League and it was all a thrilling spectacle. All their aging superstars have now been sold and the youth team given a deserved chance. Allez les PSG!
Similar situation in Ireland; most chippers and food places have a LOT of vegetarian and vegan options, some even nicer than the ‘regular’ versions. There’s a chipper/Chinese item that is an Irish thing (though may be spreading out) called a “Spice Bag”: a mixture of shredded chicken, chips, onions carrots and peppers, and a shitload of spices. It’s honestly a delicacy, almost the unofficial food of Ireland. You can even get them without the chicken which I tend to do.
That Spice Bag does seem like a good investment to me.
Hey Dennis,
God, tableaux vivants. I can’t remember which module I learnt about them (if it was even an English module), but I remember finding them fascinating.
The quiz did go well, minus some technical hiccups with the projector. We gave a gag prize to the last place team, who were sitting next to me and I somewhat knew from speaking to them the day prior; they were from Finland on a year abroad so it wasn’t too much of a let down that they came last, considering one of the rounds was entirely about Irish pop culture.
Yeah, as much as I talk down about coke, my indifference is entirely just about its cost; it’s good that a gram here is €80, as I could easily get addicted if I could afford it. I feel like I’ll try some hallucinogens in the next couple of years, I just will need to come off my meds when I do then, which I’m being slowly weaned off anyway. I’m in a fairly strong mind, a lot better than most of my friends had when they were big into acid and shrooms, so I feel like it would be a good experience. But as of now, I’m just going to wait til I’m in the perfect position for them.
There’s meant to be a storm tonight and tomorrow. I’m going to head to my family for tonight at least. If the power cuts there, at least we have a fire place and I don’t have to be responsible for dealing with cooking and such! I kind of hope that the storm also cancels my radio show tomorrow, not that I don’t like doing the radio, I’m just exhausted after this week and need a day or two to journal, play Pokemon Legends Arceus, and read a bit. I’ve gotten back into meditating a lot after Lynch’s death, which was always a practice that helped me as a late teen/early adult. Part of it is probably due to the main music in my rotation being drone and ambient stuff by Williams Basinski, Brian Eno, and that new Ethel Cain release.
I’m excited for next week’s Narratology class. I have a lot of work to do for it beforehand, but part of it will be talking about a scene from a Doctor Who episode that was one of my favourites as a child: the scene is a character living inside of an Artificial Intelligence, with constant time skips that she is confused about. The background is that she has been uploaded to the AI that runs this future alien library, that ‘saves’ people from the alien predators that live in the shadows of the library. It was also the episode that introduced a long-running character called River Song, who shows up constantly over the next 8 seasons, but at different stages of her life; the episode she is introduced ends with her dying, with the Doctor having no clue about the years of adventures that, from her perspective, they’ve gone on together.
I saw that the weather in Paris was a lot colder after I left. How’ve you been holding up? Hopefully you’ve been good, not too cold. How’s the progress with the film producer situation for the US and the Visa coming along? I’m at that stage where I think I will be starting on my first draft of the dissertation soon, just want to read maybe two more books of reference for the ‘academic’ parts. Order that biography on you into the UCC library so once I have that I’m sorted! Any books that you think would be good on the transgressive?
Talk to you tomorrow, Stephen <3
Just popping in to say I’m vicariously excited about your Narratology class, and intrigued by your dissertation. While I’m here anyway I’ll add in case it helps, that the last time I asked here about transgressive book recommendations, I got Hogg by Samuel R. Delany (I have only read Dahlgren by the same author, thought it was a’ight), Cows by Matthew Stokoe and Babyfucker by Urs Allemann. (Of course ‘Frisk’ is in my top five personal canon, and I textwalled to the James-without-the-Surname here about what I read as the thematic contrast to that in ‘The Sluts’—that while ‘Frisk’ raises the question in my mind of why be so upset at reading something that wasn’t real all along, in ‘The Sluts’ a forumgoer says they’re only voicing their fantasies and I think the immediate backing-down from the objection to saying violent things about a real-life person, that backing-down was dissatisfying when the outtakes elsewhere in the book situated those violent fantasies in a setting that had sex-workers physically put in danger and essentially dehumanized because their lives were confined to somebody else’s or everyone else’s imaginations. Those two, and the Graduate Seminar bit from Ugly Man, I found the thematically clearest explorations of ‘dangerous fiction’, like how much ought to be free speech or freedom in artistic expression because of the nature of fiction being not-real and because of a work of art being contained by its own form—versus the consequences of heaping all this intangible junk upon another human being when the circumstances or the context can lead that to become genuinely harmful but in ways too difficult to really mark or measure because it’s all only interpretations and ideas surrounding the matter.) Hi, Mr. Cooper I would welcome feedback on whether my interpretation was completely off, but as always I also completely understand declining to do that if explaining the meaning of the thing over and again for decades gets tiresome.
Hey Dennis. Thanks for your words to me the other day they helped me feel somewhat better. Still feeling kind of depressed — coming to the conclusion that it’s a mix of seasonal sadness and mostly terrible all consuming gender dysphoria. I have my first appt at the hormone specialist in two weeks from today which is good since it means I have something to look forward to but it’s also only a first discussion with the doctor and a blood test, I think. I wanted to pop in because I wanted to ask you about that Phil Ochs post idea you told me about last summer, if it’s okay I wondered if I could make the post and send it to you considering you present posts that other blog commenters have made every now and then. I wanted to ask as well how I should format it specifically if I could bring myself to make one. And I also wanted to let you know that I finally started reading ‘Eden, Eden, Eden’ last night. xo.
I read this post backwards today, just because. My favourites are the Medusa, and Les Amants, I love those paintings. My art knowledge isn’t very good and doesn’t really extend past ‘cool painting. I like that.’ Back in Lower Sixth English we had a tableau vivant task where we had to recreate a scene from a text we’ve studied. My table/group decided on the scene where a mother hangs herself, the noose of course represented with a hula hoop. My classmates are such lovely people.
Anyone and explosives strikes me as dangerous, but I imagine giving them to a short-tempered teen might prove especially foolish. Thankfully anything that goes boom only exists in my imagination, even though I probably have the wherewithal for an improvised explosive laying about. But I’m too tired to be exploding stuff. The world can rest easy and unexploded, at least when it comes to my involvement.
Antique stores rather bore me, unless books are involved. That guy’s kind of right about blogs being generally unpopular these days, which is a shame because I am a big fan of them, form-wise. Here’s hoping they return to their former prominence and digital glory some day.
I keep finding stray white hairs, yeesh.
My 3 days in Paris back in Year 6 didn’t involve any crepes. I ate sweet toast with butter and ham and drank a LOT of Lipton iced tea, I know that hotel drinks dispenser hated to see me coming. If circumstance sends me back and my memory doesn’t fail me I’ll hold you to that crepe promise. I can’t really think of any kind of pun at the moment apart from like, crepe-uscular, but that’s not relevant and me just smushing words together for the fun of it. I’m pretty starving these days.
Mm, as did I, as my time wrapped up I can remember writing with this terrible throbbing pain in my head, but in common youthful English parlance, I ‘firmed it.’ Two more papers down today. Two more tomorrow, then I’m done for mocks. Ughhhh. Cold’s a bitch, poor exam halls have been echoing with my snorts and sniffs. Waking up today was such a trial. Talk here once I’m free of this week’s papers, probably with terrible right hand/finger cramps and pen smudged all over me.
P.S., Diesel Clementine, Catailles is purrfect. Art!
jay, hullo. The people I’m surrounded by are as normal as most British cishet teenagers, which is quite. It’s liberating to not care about others’ estimations of one, but that’s easier said than done, duh. The artistic collaboration that has resulted in Catailles is nothing short of a miracle (meowracle? no, doesn’t work). Yippee, thank you for reading it to completion. To another Thursjay soon to give way to Frijay.
Ahoy there, e-mail you weekend, thanks muchly for the zine title suggestion, best wishes again on your exams!
I thought I posted here yesterday, but Cloudflare must have eaten it.
I’ve been going through a very difficult few days with my parents. I spoke with their social worker today and feel better. She’s seeing them tomorrow, and we’ve come up with a plan for the things that need to be addressed this month. But I’m flat out exhausted after all this.
I’m releasing my Lynch-inspired song on Feb. 7th, when Bandcamp will donate 100% of their profits to charities helping people after the L.A. fires. It’s all written, though I need to finish mixing it.
Are Paris theaters reviving Lynch films? I’d planned to see BLUE VELVET tomorrow night, but it had already sold out by this morning.
Hey. I opened this and immediately thought of ‘Locus Solus’. The tableaux vivants scene in that is one of my favourite scenes from anything. So serene and weirdly beautiful. If someone took your corpse and re-animated it for a tableaux vivant then what would you be doing? I would probably be doing something vain or something like stooping to my knees to look at the bottom of the shelf in a book store.
I’ve had a weird feeling day. First off, it was raining so we were told not to bring our work in to be framed for the exhibition in case it was damaged. That was fine, it’ll happen next week. Anyway, everyone in class read their work out. I have this renegade lecturer who’s basically the only one I’m excited to show up for, but he can irk me sometimes. He kept describing my writing as gothic and he always says it and that’s fine, but it’s just worsened the feelings I’ve had lately about people pigeon-holing me and are just clueless as to what I’m trying to do. It’s obviously great if people have different opinions about what I do, and in other circumstances I would take the gothic thing as a compliment, but it annoyed me because it felt like all of the other things I was trying to project went ignored. Or something like that.
Then later I showed photos of the work I couldn’t bring in as everyone was talking about the exhibition, and everyone seemed mildly disgusted and confused. I just felt so empty all of a sudden. I can’t wait until May when I graduate. I’m really struggling to find like-minded people (outside of this website, of course). Anyway, that’s one of the reasons I do love this blog so much, that I can just spill my guts about this stuff and people get what I mean.
HaRpEr! I think you mentioned a story by the title of ‘Gash’ was it, that you wrote, and it sounded like something I wanted to read—so did I remember rightly that you wrote it, and may I read it, and if yes then how?
I also offer my commiseration for your otherwise cool renegade lecturer. (I do like genres because I think of them as creating a particular mode of some sort of conversation between texts and that can be interesting, but as it’s a codification of storytelling elements—or marketing to demographics types of genres—then I imagine it’s frustrating to try to simply tell a story and the first thing or the most thing the reader does is pigeonhole it into a genre.)
Hi – omg – I’m at an after party to a karaoke cause I’m a bit too spranged out to walk home alone rn – but I’m doing well I think – there’s a giant homer Simpson here ( https://ibb.co/tshQxpx ) – how are you ! awe also ! I read your comment with my husband this morning – very thoughtful response ! – I can’t remember what I wanted to respond to it – but thank you ! – also omg I forgot, I’m sending away the first 50 pages of my book to Cipher press in like less than a week – so if anyone wants to read 50 pages (and tell me if you got bored at any point) shoot me an email at [email protected] – but yeah – I feel like I’ve forgotten bits to say but it’s late so – hope you’re having a gorgeous morning !
Hey, Dennis! Such a fun post today. ‘Raft of the Medusa’ is my favorite—the colors, the staging, just lovely. I’ve often thought about doing one for ‘The Death of Marat’, my favorite Jacques-Louis David painting. I’ve felt a tad under the weather the past few days, but I think I’m definitely on the mend. Hope you have a shimmery day!