Author: Nada Gordon

Huh. Bulbs.

Comin’ up!

Grooving hard on Rauschenberg lately, teaching him in my class on “Creative New York” and getting my students ready for their visit to the Met this Friday to see his Combines, which I remember were a huge influence on my sensibilities as an early teen. “Monogram” (the one with the angora goat) is one of the most poignant, inventive works I have ever seen. I have always loved that he approaches limits as something to be stepped over and pushed through.

I showed my class part of the video “Painters Painting: The New York Art Scene 1940-1970.” Except for Frankenthaler, it’s all about men, many of whom seem to smoke a lot of cigarettes and order their assistants around. They mumble and pose, with some exceptions. Jasper Johns is incredibly articulate, Leo Castelli is every bit the gentleman you’d imagine him to be, but it’s Rauschenberg who stands out as being completely present in his thought, even though not everything he says makes sense. At one point he makes a statement about his red paintings to the effect of “These paintings are not about negation and nihilism; they are more like a celebration of the abundance of color, as opposed to its schrindl.”

Schrindl? Schrindel? Shrindle? What the hell is that? A google search was entirely unhelpful, but did reveal that a “schrindel” is a certain kind of Chinese shar-pei. Hmmm.

It almost a kind of Rauschenbergian sense.

My students were captivated by him. In the video, he looks right at the camera, looking a little bit like James Caan, with a head of curls and a very deliberate way of talking, with big pauses that really helped my students understand what he was saying. One said, “he’s so COOL, I LOVE him” – she loved expressions like “the artist is a kind of bystander” and “”you begin with the possibilities of the materials.” When I asked her to expand, she said, “I hate sentimentalism.”

She also loved the ideas of the materials taking on a life of their own, comparing this concept to the technique of marbling — marbling! I love this! It’s true – in marbling your control can only extend to blowing the oil & liquid with a straw, but the materials will do what they will.

In the video, R. talks about his painting “Rebus” as additive — and I love that concept, too. Art is what accrues between boundaries, and is also what we imagine to be outside of boundaries. The painting starts in medias res with a ground of funny papers. R. says “My painting are invitations to look somewhere else.”

Fabulous!

Here are some statements by Rauschenberg from Theories and Deocuments of Contemporary Art: A Sourcebook of Artists’ Writings ed. Stiles and Selz

Robert Rauschenberg Untitled Statement (1959)

Any incentive to paint is as good as any other. There is no poor subject.
Painting is always strongest when in spite of composition, color, etc., it appears as a fact, or an inevitability, as opposed to a souvenir or arrangement.
Painting relates to both art and life. Neither can be made. (I try to act in that gap between the two.)
A pair of socks is no less suitable to make a painting with than wood, nails, turpentine, oil, and fabric.
A canvas is never empty. (p. 321)

Note on Painting (1963)

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Interview with Barbaralee Diamonstein (1977)

BD: How do you achieve the immediacy in your work?

RR: By not making up your mind before you’re going to do it. It has to be immediate if you don’t know what you’re doing. And you take that chance and it’s very embarrassing. Sometimes you succeed. Sometimes you don’t You don’t have security.

BD: Do you plan your pieces?

RR: No, I have discipline. I work every day and I never know what I’m doing . . . . If you know something you have a responsibility. . . . I don’t think any honest artist sets out to make art. You love art. You live art. You are art. You do art. But you’re just doing something. You’re doing what no one can stop you from doing. And so, it doesn’t have to be art and that is your life. But you also can’t make life and so there’s something in between there because you flirt with the idea that it is art. The definition of art would have to be about how much use you can make of it. Because if you try to separate the two, art can be very self-conscious, a blinding fact. But life doesn’t really need it so it’s also another blinding fact. (p. 322)

Thinking about art writing and statements by artists makes me think of Barrett Watten – two memories – one that I think comes from a talk of his or a comment he made to a talk in I think it was Hills magazine amounting to something like “ but that’s just ‘art’, and the fifties, and Rauschenberg and all that bullshit” — anyone know the exact quote (I’m at work, can’t look it up). What was his beef with R., exactly? I mean, it’s not like Rauschenberg was one of those mawkish ab-ex soi-disant geniuses…

And the other memory was from a class of Barry’s – I guess – or maybe a conversation? Anyway… I remember him posing the question, “What do you do with a work of art?” and smugly, I responded, “you judge it.” And he said, “no, you use it” – which is precisely R.’s point, above, and a precept which I still carry with me (although I still admittedly do a fair bit of judging). At any rate, the artworks – or more precisely – the phenomena – that most interest me are those I can use in my own… for lack of a less pretentious word… practice.

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and don’t I look here like a dwarf with a long red beard?

I feel terrible for the guy Cheney shot, his supposed “friend” — but even worse for the poor darling lovely quail…

Darling Husband
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Gary Sullivan reads at the Bowery Poetry Club this Saturday, February 4, at 4:00 pm.

It’s gonna be hilari-tastic!

Very interesting experience yesterday afternoon while listening to Heather Fuller’s reading

Was dozing a little at the bar having not quite slept enough the night before and then having gone with Ruthie to see the vaudeville exhibit at the NYPL and eaten half a pastrami sandwich at the Carnegie deli

And with an underslept head full of pastrami and vaudeville, I somehow got sucked just under consciousness — dream state

And oddly, my dream started to merge with Heather’s poems…

in the sense of… “Oh yes, I recognize this, I know exactly where this poem is going, because I’ve been there before, it’s a significant set of meanings for me, these are meanings of great import to my life”

It was entirely uncanny. I remember nothing of the poem, but my memory of that feeling of certitude, relevance, and deja vu is so clearly outlined as to be almost re-experienceable now as I’m writing about it

I do remember thinking, before I fell off into lalaland, that her poems were “pictures of a region”

Brenda’s intro: fawning, Manichean, and long

Carla’s reading started off, I felt, very strong, with a segment of her brilliant “Baby” piece (Baby singing a ferocious song like organ music in… a courtyard? annoying the souvenir sellers?) and some intriguing “noise” poems… but then for me broke off into bits I couldn’t latch onto, even formally, with the exception of some lines and moments. One line was so hilarious but i didn’t have a pen — I didn’t have a pen. For shame! But Douglas, fresh from Thailand for Brendan and Tracey’s wedding and sitting next to me at the bar, did jot it down…

Who cares about posterity anyway when even the guy from Nasa, the global warming expert guy, says the government tried to silence him… it’s getting hot in here… I feel WARM… overly warm… gather ye roses while ye… aaaaggggh…

Responses ar as valuable as intellectual responses. Enjoy yourself.
Hands, hoist the black flag and begin slitting throats. Everyone.
Responses ar as valuable as intellectual responses. Enjoy yourself.
Restores life. The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom.
Go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good.
Restores life. The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom.
Reward for lvoe is the experience of loving. The only thing necessary.
Incompetent many for appointment by the corrupt few. Dependence can be.
Reward for lvoe is the experience of loving. The only thing necessary.
Right what you can ask as a favor. Never explain. Your friends do not.
Popeye. I can see why it would be prohibited to throw most things off.
Right what you can ask as a favor. Never explain. Your friends do not.
Right. Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to.
Thinking that having problems is a problem. The proper office of a.
Right. Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to.
Rights is the essential precondition for a free and prosperous world.
Could be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.
Rights is the essential precondition for a free and prosperous world.

Habibi!
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Crutches, yellow permit, yellow armpits, fake crescent moon, hose of fire extinguisher.

I’m tired.

The fatigue smirks as a plum deer,
heaving manic slush on the road to
drainage.

Cerebral votive slimes the head of strongness:
pale fatigue, lapidary usual stumbling unctuous fatigue.

Bye bye to the energies of small wild pigs —
habanero pigs — sick rustic pigs hogtied
in layers of golden foil, all lacquered up
with sick mourning and vapid mimicry.

Tiny and moot as a marabou fetus —
the electronic handclap of blatant fatigue.
Cells with no reason, gasping like red animals
bloating and breathing on a caustic shore.

Too zaaa—————- to zaaa—————
again and again the narwhale expectations.
The narwhale expectations, the G train, the sneakers
without lights, the sly feeler-uppers, the even bigger
under-downers.

Again and again the sleepy manatee’s grim fatigue,
the fatigue of ages and chronic misapprehension.

The palimpsests unpeel to show the cruddy hard lucks
of waned attention, swarming with the golden flies
of fleecy pudding, angry and helpless as suet
in the fatigues of undone antipodes.