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I recently watched Stanley Nelson’s The Black Panthers: Vanguards of the Revolution. While the documentary is clearly pro-Panther, I nevertheless found it to be a surprisingly critical examination of the Black Panther Party for Self Defense. The film focuses on many of the well-remembered legacies left by the Panthers–such as their Free Breakfast for Children Program, their armed-yet-non-violent storming of California’s capitol building […]

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In 1949, the French writer, artist, and filmmaker Jean Cocteau wrote a few lines about French politics at that time, lines that might help Americans today view their own political battles with more optimism than usual. In my translation: I know well that in 1949 politics are a big deal and the clashes of different […]

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Since the mass murder at Emanuel Church in Charleston, South Carolina, seven historically black churches have been torched, as have innumerable Confederate flags. Only one of these types of arson, unfortunately, has proven to be an effective political strategy. Historically, Southern churches have been among the most important venues for community organization. Burning a historically […]

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For four days at the end of June the art gallery, Gavin Brown’s Enterprise, on the occasion of the closure of its space so that its old one-story industrial building could be torn down for another condo, rented 12 horses from a nearby stable and brought them into the gallery to spend the day and […]

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By William Eaton   Maintenant, Ethel l’a compris . . . Now Ethel understood: it was the emotion of her great-uncle that was making her shiver. That such a tall and strong man was immobilized; it was because there was a secret in this house, a marvelous, dangerous, fragile secret; the least movement and everything […]

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Earlier this year, New York’s iconic Scholastic store in SoHo permanently closed. I never visited the store while it was open, but I got a glimpse of its history while visiting the small exhibit that was put in its place. The larger piece in the exhibit (displayed in an entrance window) is a scroll-shaped canvas with an […]

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To my surprise and delight, I like the new Whitney. And that is the consensus of the cities’ major critics. From the outside, all agree that the building is hard to take in. It looks as if a beginner at Legos piled up a variety of horizontal units and they somehow balanced. The eastern and […]

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On the hit show Louie, aside from a token, comedic clip of fantasy in each episode, realism rules the roost. Louie C.K.’s dedication to portraying the struggles of a single-father and stand-up comedian in NYC in a realistic fashion leaves the show, much like real life, somewhere between a comedy and a drama.

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A Tale of Two Artists’s Careers Keith Haring (1958-1990) and Jeff Koons (1955-) were born in Pennsylvania and grew up in middle-class families. Their careers as artists took off in the 1980s, at a time when contemporary art was just beginning to be looked at seriously. It was an exciting moment. The late Marcia Tucker […]

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detail from Beth Lipman's "Laid (Time-) Table with Cycads," 2015. Glass, wood, adhesive and paint. 92 x 192 x 57 inches.

  How do we access Beth Lipman’s phantasmagoric sculpture, Laid (Time-) Table with Cycads, with its profusion of familiar material objects and organic matter all made of clear, sparkling, crystal-like glass? We recognize immediately its alignment with the tradition of still lifes. But, look again, and notice that most of the perfectly crafted pieces are […]

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Kiki Smith, image of "Pee Body," as photographed at Pulitzer Foundation for the Arts in St. Louis

Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still (T.S. Eliot, “Ash Wednesday”)   Crouching, but hardly cornered, on the first floor of the Fogg Museum at Harvard is Kiki Smith’s wax sculpture of a naked woman crouching to pee—or having peed; streams of yellow glass beads are spread on the […]

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Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still (T.S. Eliot, “Ash Wednesday”)   Crouching, but hardly cornered, on the first floor of the Fogg Museum at Harvard is Kiki Smith’s wax sculpture of a naked woman crouching to pee—or having peed; streams of yellow glass beads are spread on the […]

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July 26, 2018

A point of information... This book was translated as "A Fortnight in the Wilderness" and included as Appendix 2 in "Democracy In America: Historical-Critical Edition", edited by Eduardo Nolla. There this amazing text can be read in full. It is worth comparing the translation by James Schleifer to your own. In particular, the rendering of "désert" to "wilderness" is most intriguing.

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Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still (T.S. Eliot, “Ash Wednesday”)   Crouching, but hardly cornered, on the first floor of the Fogg Museum at Harvard is Kiki Smith’s wax sculpture of a naked woman crouching to pee—or having peed; streams of yellow glass beads are spread on the […]

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July 26, 2018

Thanks so much for this translation and excellent analysis.

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Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still (T.S. Eliot, “Ash Wednesday”)   Crouching, but hardly cornered, on the first floor of the Fogg Museum at Harvard is Kiki Smith’s wax sculpture of a naked woman crouching to pee—or having peed; streams of yellow glass beads are spread on the […]

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July 16, 2018

Thanks a lot, Steve. And, continuing the segue-ing, here's an old (and traditional) Gary Snyder poem I just came across yesterday: Seaman’s Ditty I’m wondering where you are now Married, or mad, or free: Wherever you are you’re likely glad, But memory troubles me. We could’ve had us children, We could’ve had a home— But you thought not, and I thought not, And these nine years we roam. Today I worked in the deep dark tanks, And climbed out to watch the sea: Gulls and salty waves pass by, And mountains of Araby. I’ve travelled the lonely oceans And wandered the...

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