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Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Japanese Bed*

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 5:14 PM

The reported death on Monday of the Random House editor of the 1996
book Primary Colors: A Novel of Politics  suggests a search in this journal
for “primary colors.”  From that search, some non-political quotations —

From “The Relations between Poetry and Painting,”
by Wallace Stevens:“The theory of poetry, that is to say, the total of the theories of poetry, often seems to become in time a mystical theology or, more simply, a mystique. The reason for this must by now be clear. The reason is the same reason why the pictures in a museum of modern art often seem to become in time a mystical aesthetic, a prodigious search of appearance, as if to find a way of saying and of establishing that all things, whether below or above appearance, are one and that it is only through reality, in which they are reflected or, it may be, joined together, that we can reach them. Under such stress, reality changes from substance to subtlety, a subtlety in which it was natural for Cézanne to say: ‘I see planes bestriding each other and sometimes straight lines seem to me to fall’ or ‘Planes in color. . . . The colored area where shimmer the souls of the planes, in the blaze of the kindled prism, the meeting of planes in the sunlight.’ The conversion of our Lumpenwelt  went far beyond this. It was from the point of view of another subtlety that Klee could write: ‘But he is one chosen that today comes near to the secret places where original law fosters all evolution. And what artist would not establish himself there where the organic center of all movement in time and space—which he calls the mind or heart of creation— determines every function.’ Conceding that this sounds a bit like sacerdotal jargon, that is not too much to allow to those that have helped to create a new reality, a modern reality, since what has been created is nothing less.”

From Bester’s The Deceivers (1981):

He stripped, went to his Japanese bed in the monk’s cell,
thrashed, swore, and slept at last, dreaming crazed

p a t t e r n s
a t t e r n s
t t e r n s
t e r n s
e r n s
r n s
n s
s

* Title suggested in part by Monday evening’s post Annals of Artspeak
and the related Microsoft  lockscreen photo credit —

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Saturday, December 26, 2020

Futon Dream

Filed under: General — m759 @ 12:00 PM

” There’s a line from the movie ‘The Paper Chase’, in which
the fearsome Professor Kingsfield tells a room of first-year
law-school students ‘You come in here with a skull full of mush …
and you leave thinking like a lawyer.’ “

— James Propp on December 14, 2020, in . . .

Children of the Labyrinth.

Related material — Japanese Bed.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Monday May 23, 2005

Filed under: General — Tags: — m759 @ 1:00 PM

Elementary Art

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Piero Dorazio, 1982

From the J. Paul Getty Trust:

“I’ve recently had it brought to my attention that the current accepted primary colors are magenta, cyan, and yellow. I teach elementary art and I’m wondering if I really need to point out that fact or if I should continue referring to the primary colors the way I always have — red, yellow, and blue! Anyone have an opinion?”

Color vs. Pigment
(“CMYK” at Whatis.com):

“There is a fundamental difference between color and pigment. Color represents energy radiated…. Pigments, as opposed to colors, represent energy that is not absorbed….”

Illustrations from
Color Box Applet:
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Another good background page
for elementary color education:
Colored Shadow Explorations.A good starting point for
non-elementary education:

The “Color” category in Wikipedia.Further background:

From “The Relations between
Poetry and Painting,” by Wallace Stevens:

“The theory of poetry, that is to say, the total of the theories of poetry, often seems to become in time a mystical theology or, more simply, a mystique. The reason for this must by now be clear. The reason is the same reason why the pictures in a museum of modern art often seem to become in time a mystical aesthetic, a prodigious search of appearance, as if to find a way of saying and of establishing that all things, whether below or above appearance, are one and that it is only through reality, in which they are reflected or, it may be, joined together, that we can reach them. Under such stress, reality changes from substance to subtlety, a subtlety in which it was natural for Cézanne to say: ‘I see planes bestriding each other and sometimes straight lines seem to me to fall’ or ‘Planes in color. . . . The colored area where shimmer the souls of the planes, in the blaze of the kindled prism, the meeting of planes in the sunlight.’ The conversion of our Lumpenwelt  went far beyond this. It was from the point of view of another subtlety that Klee could write: ‘But he is one chosen that today comes near to the secret places where original law fosters all evolution. And what artist would not establish himself there where the organic center of all movement in time and space—which he calls the mind or heart of creation— determines every function.’ Conceding that this sounds a bit like sacerdotal jargon, that is not too much to allow to those that have helped to create a new reality, a modern reality, since what has been created is nothing less.”

From Bester’s The Deceivers (1981):

He stripped, went to his Japanese bed in the monk’s cell,
thrashed, swore, and slept at last, dreaming crazed

p a t t e r n s
a t t e r n s
t t e r n s
t e r n s
e r n s
r n s
n s
s

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Wednesday May 11, 2005

Filed under: General — m759 @ 7:11 PM
Goodbye Girl

  From a goodbye letter
by a girl named
  Lucero in Cuernavaca
  in the early 1960’s:

Si me de veras quieres,
deja me en paz
.”

(See Shining Forth.)

Today’s birthdays —
   Natasha Richardson,
   Martha Quinn,         
   Frances Fisher —     
 remind me of        

 

The Sprite and the Synergist
chapter in Bester’s The Deceivers:

Three drinks later he was suddenly inspired.  “What I need right now is a girl to lose myself in.  That’s the only way to wait for a pattern to show.”

One of his reciprocal Rogues (he had a dozen alternate selves) answered, “Feel free, but you left your big red book in the workshop.”

“Why, for jigjeeze sake, can’t I have the little black book, famed in song and story?”

“Why can’t you remember a phone number?  Never mind.  Shall we join the ladies?”

He made three calls, all negative.  He had three more drinks, all positive.  He stripped, went to his Japanese bed in the monk’s cell, thrashed, swore, and slept at last, dreaming

crazed p a t t e r n s
           a t t e r n s
           t t e r n s
           t e r n s
           e r n s
           r n s
           n s
           s

“Whenever I want you,
all I have to do is…”

Deja me en paz…

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