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Holiday Break!

December 18th, 2010

Art of the Day’s goin’ on a holiday break while I catch up on stuff. See you in ’11!


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Art of the Day: Don Van Vliet, aka Captain Beefheart, RIP (1941 – Dec 17th 2010), “Dirty Champagne”, 1995

December 18th, 2010

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       Don Van Vliet, Dirty Champagne, 1995



     Never really thought he could pass on. Don Van Vliet (aka Captain Beefheart), gone as of Dec 17, 2010. I always imagined him not so much man as wild force, covering the desert where he lived with all his laughing & life-affirming magic, shimmering like a pollen, an everycolored dust.
     I remember first hearing Trout Mask Replica in college. I felt its surging boundless energy, all spasms & fuschia tracers & Howlin’ Wolf rasps & crazy squeals. I was happily overwhelmed.

    But it wasn’t until later that I felt the power of not just the songs — those spiky guitar lines that felt composed and wildly improvised at the same time; that muscular grunting surrealist word-barrage, a mescaline dreamwork language visceral as it was violent — but also of his sincerity, playfulness, warmth. I started to get to know Beefheart’s weird-warm spirit. Here’s a poem of his called “You should know by the kindness of uh dog the way uh human should be”:

You should know by the kindness of uh dog
The way a human should be
You should feel the wet wood heart of the tree
Wood sap pop like a frog's eye
Open t' the fly 'n the blood of the river
When it ripples 'n clicks like uh waterbell
'n the elephant in his beautiful grey leather suit
Though he's wrinkled he looks smart as hell
'n the turtle's eyes carry bags very well
'n the snake's in shape
He rattles like uh baby 'wears his diamonds
Better than uh fine lady's finger
'n his fangs are no more dangerous
Than her slow aristocratic poison
And he plays his games on uh grass bed
'n uh monkey never had uh guilty masturbation
'n uh monkey wouldn't shit on another's creation
And the fatman cries throughout all creation
'cause he's got uh cold
'n the icebear dives thru blue zero for uh frozen fish
'n the eskimo wears his hide 'n chews his heart
'n the beautiful grey whale oils some bitches lighter
Someday I'll have money 'n I can frame myself
What uh picture I'll be choppin' down uh tree 

     Man oh man, so beautiful. And I didn’t have to dig deep to find more of this, to find in his vast output of song lyric and poetry a huge healthy yawping love for nature, animals, a sincere wish to find happiness in existence, a remorse for the difficulty humans have in connecting and loving, for our collective struggle to grow and progress and maintain our link to all that’s pure and natural and elemental. By many account, he may have been a jerk to know, a ranting megalomaniacal ogre even at times, but I’m no biographer, I’m just going off his artistic output; going off what he condensed of himself and channeled as best he could through his art. Here’s another inspiring bit of his, this one a fragment from the lyrics for “Space-Age Couple”:

Space-age couple
Why do you hustle 'n bustle?
Why don't you drop your cool tom-foolery
'n shed your nasty jewelry?
Cultivate the grounds
They're the only ones around.
Space-age couple
Why don't you flex your magic muscle?
Hold a drinking glass up t' your eye after you've
Scooped up a little of the sky
'n it ain't blue no more.
What's on the leaves ain't dew no more.
Space-age couple
Why don't you jus' do that?
Why don't you jus' do that?

    And the lyrics to “Plastic Factory”:

Phos'phrous chimney burnin'
Modern-men's a-learnin'
Time and space a-turnin' 
Motor's engine churnin'
fac'trys no place for me boss man let me be

Wind and wave all blowin'
Mountain 'n sky showin'
Bee 'n flower growin'
Boy 'n girl are glowin'
fac'trys no place for me boss man let me be

Minds inside are goin'
Muscle 'n bone are showin''
One thing sure am knowin'
Get a fire goin' 
factory's no place for me boss man let me be
boss man let me be boss man leave me be


    Beefheart. I loved the man’s music, singing, poetry, most of all I sensed in him a wide soul, a feverish burning soul, one that I felt I knew, one that kept me company so often in headphones or over speakers, one whose breadth and force I know I’m not the only one missing right now.

More of Van Vliet’s art
All writing © copyright C. Way / 2010

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Art of the Day: Louise Bourgeois, Nature Study, 1984-1994

December 14th, 2010

       Louise Bourgeois, Nature Study, 1984-1994

I love the proud throat-base protuberance, a firm and almost genital ridge where we expect a hollow. The globed rows of breasts, & the lean strong back and feline frame somehow supporting their mass. The tail crossed over the strange spearlike phallus. The powerful haunches. This beautiful, terrible Egyptian cat-androgyne devourer-deity perched and waiting and ready.


NYTimes on Bourgeois, her death & legacy
All writing © copyright C. Way / 2010

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Art of the Day: Aubrey Beardsley, “The Fourth Tableau of Das Rheingold”, 1896

December 11th, 2010

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       Aubrey Beardsley, The Fourth Tableau of Das Rheingold, 1896


I like the triumphant turn of the Rodin’s-Balzac back, the highly stylized body-hair tufts that Beardsley so loves — here rising tongue-flames, elsewhere gentle pendant grape-clouds. I love the row of trees in the distance mirroring the figure’s extended left arm. And the voluptuous flourishes of line down the front of the figure’s body, at first seeming to be drapery & then looking like some artful-surgical skin/musculature peelback, extending from the right knee in wild vivisect.

More of Beardsley’s art at Artchive
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Art of the Day: Caravaggio, The Crucifixion of Saint Peter, 1600-01

December 10th, 2010

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       Caravaggio, The Crucifixion of Saint Peter, 1600-01


The tension, the tumult, the vectors and cross-rhythms, yes,
But those colors too:
The negative diamond that the red, green, yellow and blue make:
Blood-angry scarlet, nauseous ochre, corrupted green, bruised/drowned blue.
And the black of the croucher’s soiled foot
Which is an ash-black, a necrotic black/deathblack,
Just like that of the redcloaked man’s
Empty face, eaten by black, & his sockets for eyes.

More of Caravaggio’s art at Artchive
All writing © copyright C. Way / 2010

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