New Orleans Hero
Heroic exemplar of what activism means. Make sure to link and read the NEW YORK TIMES article under Karen's photo:
www.flickr.com/photos/karenapricot/2759202291/
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Uploaded on Aug 13, 2008
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Dancing to Tom Paine's Bones
Thomas Paine's death mask
I am starting to work on a new project, a sepulchre which will hold the absence of Tom Paine's bones. When completed, this sepulchre will be installed in the temple that Ezra Pound announced, in 1958, that he was going to build, then never spoke of again. Pound's temple will be constructed from a careful reading of his CANTOS.
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As I dreamed out one evening
By a river of discontent
I bumped straight into old Tom Paine
As running down the road he went
He said, "I can't stop right now, child,
King George is after me
He'd have a rope around my throat
And hang me on the Liberty Tree"
But I will dance to Tom Paine's bones
Dance to Tom Paine's bones
Dance in the oldest boots I own
To the rhythm of Tom Paine's bones
I will dance to Tom Paine's bones
Dance to Tom Paine's bones
Dance in the oldest boots I own
To the rhythm of Tom Paine's bones
"I only talked about freedom
And justice for everyone
But since the very first word I spoke
I've been looking down the barrel of a gun
They say I preached revolution
Let me say in my defence
That all I did wherever I went
Was to talk a lot of common sense"
Old Tom Paine he ran so fast
He left me standing still
And there I was, a piece of paper in my hand
Standing at the top of the hill
It said, "This is the Age Of Reason
These are The Rights Of Man
Kick off religion and monarchy"
It was written there in Tom Paine's plan
Old Tom Paine, there he lies
Nobody laughs and nobody cries
Where he's gone or how he fares
Nobody knows and nobody cares
But I will dance to Tom Paine's bones
Dance to Tom Paine's bones
Dance in the oldest boots I own
To the rhythm of Tom Paine's bones
I will dance to Tom Paine's bones
Dance to Tom Paine's bones
Dance in the oldest boots I own
To the rhythm of Tom Paine's bones
Graham Moore, TOM PAINE'S BONES
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Uploaded on Jun 30, 2008
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L.A. proved . . . too much for the man . . .
He said he's goin' back to find
Ooh, what's left of his world,
The world he left behind
Not so long ago . . .
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Uploaded on Jun 16, 2008
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Whose sound body?
Capitalism run amok bends buildings to billboards, and turns the architectural landscape to shit.
Downtown Hollywood, USA.
And he's goin' back
To a simpler place and time . . .
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Uploaded on Jun 16, 2008
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Las Meninas / The Maids
New Haven's Long Wharf Theatre invited eight artists to make works for its Gala of 2008 around the theme "Opening Doors". The works were exhibited and auctioned at the Gala on June 5.
We were each given a door removed from an old house in New Haven that was being renovated, and asked to develop works in a genre of our choosing around that one physical object and this theme.
Among the moments in the history of art that have motivated my thinking over the years are two masterpieces which suggested to me such an "opening" - a place where a work and its maker and its audience coalesce, collide, converge and open outward simutaneously.
The first of these opening places I find in Diego Velázquez's painting LAS MENINAS (the maids).
The second such place I find in Jean Genet's play THE MAIDS (las meninas).
Here I'll end explication for what I've made. I only add that in each of my inspirations there are two "maids", and that it seems to me there are four probably equally valid ways by which one could look at my painting (a lack of prescription for spectatorship I also see as characteristic of the Velázquez and the Genet):
1. As one familiar with LAS MENINAS.
2. As one familiar with THE MAIDS.
3. As one familiar with both LAS MENINAS and THE MAIDS.
4. As one familiar with neither LAS MENINAS or THE MAIDS.
So much for the anxiety of influence.
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Uploaded on Jun 7, 2008
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