Written in the 70s — Maned Exeter

MANED EXETER (Sontag, 219)
Maned Exeter, beleaguered metalunan

victor or the victim. The success of such spectacles indicates that most people identify with the victor; they are immortal. I identify with the victim. Screen violence is horrible because I am its object. Thus, a taste for distance and formalism in art (Sontag on Bresson). Porno, on the other hand, involves a similar, but titillating, projection. In this case, I am aggressor.
Screen gore is the successor of the public execution. Could the sex act replace the death act as public spectacle? Mores and censors overwhelmingly favor the latter. But couldn’t ceremonial and stylized execution proceed from erotic drive?
The energies must address a specific, delimited goal.

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70s-9

Written in the 70s, 70s-9. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

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Written in the 70s — Sontag: There are

Sontag: “There are spiritual resources beyond effort, which appear only when effort is stilled.”
Porno: passivity; easy [lack of] gratification. Sexual excitement accentuates vitality; an end in itself.
One does not know, and it is an agony, whether to fill the head or empty it.
“The ideal is neutrality, transparence.” Sontag
The object of my life is to avoid suffering.
I rejected the content of my father’s life, but not its form: compulsion and unrest.
The person with uncertain identity readily projects himself into other roles. In watching spectacles of violence, he will become the

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70s-8a

Written in the 70s, 70s-8a. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

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“Woman Hugging Boy”

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“Painting is a lie that tells the truth” (Picasso)

“As Amos Oz, the Israeli novelist, once put it, ‘Facts at times become the dire enemies of truth.’ Picasso’s ‘Guernica’ is a poor factual account of what happened in a Basque village on April 26, 1937, and a magnificent rendering of what has happened in every village that was ever bombed in any way. The painting is a perfect journalistic dispatch, if measured by how much universal truth it contains.” (Roger Cohen, NYTimes, 4-1-18)

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From Memory

“Dirge Without Music,” poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
https://www.poetryfoundation.org

I’m attracted to the elegiac mode. This poem is formal, but with half-rhyming that doesn’t chime: “crowned” with “resigned,” for example. The speaker quarrels with how we handle death.

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“Lurchingly?

I’ve read and admired Peter Schjedahl’s writings about art in the New Yorker for years. His recent article is entitled “The Lurchingly Uneven Portraits of Paul Cezanne” (New Yorker, April 9, 2018).

The piece is unhelpful to me as an amateur engaged in people painting. Schejedahl lingers at the level of pronouncements that hover above practice. In “Self-Portrait With Bowler Hat,” I’m interested in how Cezanne handles the beard with its glimpses of underlying flesh, and the peekaboo lips with their highlight. In “Madame Cezanne In a Red Dress” I’m interested in the sketchiness of her facial features and her severe hairdo.

Schejedahl has a formidable eye and range. I would welcome more brush-to-canvas observations from him now and then. How precisely did Cezanne fall short, from a painterly standpoint, in specific instances, according to this eminent, highly readable critic?

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Banditry Repression

I’m happy to learn there’s an institution in France named the Banditry Repression Brigade. It handles art theft. Mentioned in an article in The Guardian by Kim Willsher, 4-4-18.

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The Carper

“Abe has not been able to shake allegations that his government gave huge discounts in land sales to two education institutions linked to associates *of he* and his wife, *and then* tried to cover up the links.” (Washington Post, 4-16-18)

“Of he” doesn’t work. “Him” is needed for object of the preposition.

“… wife, then tried….”

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This Is Stag Country

Spunk McGruder was Athletic Director when Don Bob Rooke quarterbacked us to Bi-District. The Stags had the Fearsome Foursome on the line: Chance Purvis, Boog Jeeters, Colt McGruder, and Skeeter Muncie.

Not one of those boys went on to play college ball. Skeeter got an offer from Tarquin, but got messed up in that silly fight when somebody called him a cob shucker. Since then his head goes like he’s agreeing with you all the time. Colt tore his meniscus up his senior year in the game against Hempe.

Chance is lucky they saved his leg. He skidded two-hundred-odd feet on that motorcycle. I told Chief Alejo they ought to padlock the gravel pit. But you know who squawked the loudest? Chance’s dad Barnett! He rides his four-wheeler there and shoots at the turtles. Says he wouldn’t have a place to recreate if they closed it. Kandiss just shook her head, said Barnett’s main recreation is pouring something down his gullet.

After Don Bob graduated, Rowena and Marvin wanted him to get his Associates in Kinesiology at Blane so he’d have a shot at coaching, but he wound up joining the military.

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Social Math — UK

Giles and Trevor depart the suite of rooms they share in University College at 4:03 p.m. destined for their 5-o’clock rendezvous for high tea with Felicity and Nigella 30 kilometres thence. Giles’s vintage Morgan will average 44.2 kilometres per hour past the meadows and Gothic spires at which they will gaze with languid indifference.

Question: Estimate the cost of the bespoke Savile Row blazer that Giles is wearing. Express your guess first in euros, then in real money. Hint: Do not fail to valorise duly the garment’s double-vent-and-breasted design, handsewn stitching, and cathay silk lining, which is… well… rather fine indeed.

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