Thursday, June 30, 2011

Summer Song #6... Corcovado




Quiet nights of quiet stars quiet chords
 from my guitar
floating on the silence that surrounds us.

Quiet thoughts & quiet dreams quiet walks by quiet streams
& a window that looks out on the mountains &

 the sea,
 oh how lovely

This is where I want to be here with you

 so close to me
until the final flicker of life's ember.

I who was lost & lonely believing life was only
a bitter tragic joke, I have found with you,
the meaning of existence, oh my love

Antonio Carlos Jobim
1962

Perfection

"It's not the load that breaks you down,
 it's the way you carry it."


She is still with us in her songs. Click here for last year's Birthday Post:




25 Years Ago In Gay History... Bowers V Hardwick

"Bowers was not correct when it was decided, & it is not correct today. It ought not to remain binding precedent. Bowers v. Hardwick should be & now is overruled."

Justice Kennedy in Lawrence v. Texas




One of the most significant of of all legal decisions having to do with gay rights is the infamous Bowers v. Hardwick:

Michael Hardwick was a bartender in a gay bar in Atlanta, Georgia who was targeted by a police officer for harassment. In 1982, an unknowing house guest let the officer let into Hardwick’s home. The officer went to the bedroom where Hardwick was engaged in oral sex with his partner. The men were arrested on the charge of sodomy. Charges were later dropped, but Hardwick brought the case forward with the purpose of having the sodomy law declared unconstitutional.

Bowers was a response to a particularly insulting police action & repeal advocates had hoped that the case would put an end to sodomy laws in the United States when it reached the Supreme Court. Unfortunately, the 5-4 decision found that nothing in the Constitution "would extend a fundamental right to homosexuals to engage in acts of consensual sodomy."

Justice Lewis Powell was the swing vote in the decision, switching from supporting invalidating all sodomy laws to denying homosexuals any right of privacy. In October of 1990, 3 years after his retirement, Powell told a group of New York University Law students, "I think I probably made a mistake in that one." He told the National Law Journal, "That case was not a major case, & one of the reasons I voted the way I did was the case was a frivolous case" brought "just to see what the court would do" on the subject. A more callous opinion is hard to imagine.

The case was overturned 17 years later by Lawrence & Garner v. State of Texas.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Summer Songs #5... The Summer Wind



The summer wind came blowin' in
From across the sea
It lingered there to touch your hair
& walk with me

All summer long
we sang a song
& then we strolled that golden sand
2 sweethearts & the summer wind

Like painted kites, those days & nights
They went flying by
The world was new beneath the blue
Umbrella sky

Then softer than a piper man
One day, it called to you
I lost you I lost you to
The summer wind

The autumn wind
& the winter winds
They have come & gone
& still those days
Those lonely days
They go on and on
&  guess who sighs
His lullabies through nights that never end
My fickled friend,
The summer wind
The summer wind warm summer wind
The summer wind

Johnny Mercer
1965



Ross Bleckner - painter

Ross Bleckner was born in 1949 in New York and grew up in the prosperous town of Hewlett Harbor on Long Island. The first art exhibition he saw – The Responsive Eye, a show of Op Art showing at the Museum of Modern Art in New York in 1965 had a strong impact upon him. He decided to become an artist when he was at college, studying with Sol LeWitt and Chuck Close at New York University, where he earned a B.A. in 1971. Two years later, he completed an MFA at the California Institute of the Arts in Valencia, where he met David Salle.
After moving back to New York Bleckner purchased and moved into a Tribeca loft building in 1974. Painter Julian Schnabel rented out three floors of the building, and the Mudd Club, a nightclub frequented by musicians and artists, occupied space there from 1977 to 1983. (Bleckner sold the building in 2004.) Bleckner's first solo exhibition was held in 1975 at Cunningham Ward Gallery in New York. In 1979 he began his long association with Mary Boone Gallery in New York, which championed several of the so-called art stars of the 1980s. In 1981 Bleckner met Thomas Ammann, an important Swiss dealer who went on to collect his work.
Bleckner's early 1980s Stripe paintings, which pay homage to the work of Bridget Riley, were not particularly well received by critics. His atmospheric Weather series (1983) followed. In 1984, Bleckner's art attracted a burst of attention when he had a single large painting on view at Nature Morte in the East Village. Around this time, he was painting canvases he viewed as memorials, in which candelabras, vases, chandeliers, and rococo motifs seem to float against dark grounds. This imagery was in part a response to the AIDS crisis. Later paintings also manifest his sense of loss stemming from the disease. Some paintings, such as 8,122+ as of January 1986 (1986), bear titles reflecting the number who had died of AIDS to date; others are commemorative works dedicated to individuals; still others employ patterns of dots to suggest the lesions produced by AIDS-related sarcomas.
In the following years, Bleckner commenced his Constellation paintings (1987–93), suggestive of night skies, and the Architecture of the Sky canvases (1988–93), which call to mind domed interiors. In the early 1990s, he made his first Cell paintings, which make reference to diseased human cells. From that time, he has continued to paint apects of the body viewed at the microscopic level, including forms related to DNA and cancer cells, the latter in response to his father's unsuccessful battle with the disease. He has also created a series of bird paintings (1995–2003) and experimented with varied surfaces as well as the use of an airbrush. In 1993, Bleckner bought a property formerly belonging to Truman Capote in Sagaponack, Long Island.
Bleckner's first solo museum exhibition was organized by the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art in 1988. His work has since been the subject of numerous solo exhibitions, including a mid-career retrospective organized by the Guggenheim Museum in 1995. He has been represented in many group exhibitions devoted to abstraction, as well as the Whitney Biennial (1975, 1987, and 1989), Biennale of Sydney (1988), and Carnegie International (1988).

1982 The Arrangement of Things

1984 Memory of Larry

1987 Birds of Japan

1989 Architecture of the Sky V

1993 Galaxy with Birds

1994 Falling Birds

1994 Throbbing Hearts

1996 Dream and Do

1996 History of the Heart

1998 In Replication

1999 Preparation

2000 Birdland

2002 Conserved, Transcribed

2003 Inheritance

2007 Meditation (Ruins Proclaim the Building/For H.M.)

2009 Half is for the Moon

2009 Time/Mechanism

2010 Time (Sort of a Return)
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Summer Song #4... Nightswimming


Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
Still, it's so much clearer
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge
The moon is low tonight

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I'm not sure all these people understand
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness & water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday

Nightswimming, remembering that night
September's coming soon
I'm pining for the moon
& what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming

You, I thought I knew you
You, I cannot judge
You, I thought you knew me,
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath
Nightswimming

The photograph reflects,
Every streetlight a reminder
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night

Berry, Buck, Mills & Stipe
1993

Monday, June 27, 2011

Summer Song #4... Summer Fling

Early morning mid-July
Anticipations making me high
The smell of Sunday in our hair
We ran on the beach with Kennedy flair

Sweet sweet burn of sun & summer wind&
you my friend, my new fun thing,
 my summer fling
Laugh oh how we would laugh at anything
& so pretend a never ending summer fling

This uncommon kinda breeze
Did with our hearts whatever it pleased
Forsake the logic of perfect plans
A perfect moment slipped thru our hands

Sweet sweet burn of sun & summer wind

& you my friend, my new fun thing,
 my summer fling
Laugh oh how we would laugh at anything
& so pretend a never ending summer fling

Strange the wind can change so quickly without a word of warning
Rearrange our lives until they are torn in two

Sweet sweet burn of sun & summer wind
& you my friend, my new fun thing,
 my summer fling
Laugh oh how we would laugh at anything
& so pretend a never ending summer fling

k d lang
2000




Larry



Larry, quoting Eric Cartman:
 "You know the feeling when the huge dump you just took shoots back up your ass?"

On This Day In Gay History... STONEWALL

I had to explain Stonewall to a group of 6 young people that I supervise. 2 of the group are gay. None of them had heard of Stonewall. I had to explain it to them, & they got quite an earful.

That the amazing new from New York State should have happened during NYC's Gay Pride & so close to this landmark anniversary was just icing on the wedding cake.

It was just 50 years ago, homosexuals were classified as subversives by the US Department of State; we were officially recognized as security risks to the country. The FBI kept lists of known homosexuals, as did the US Postal Service. The names of people arrested for public indecency & lewd behavior (men holding hands, women wearing suits) were published regularly in newspapers. Being queer was officially recognized as a psychopathic condition, & was a valid reason to be fired from your job. Gay men & women forced out of the government positions by the 1000s each year. If gay people regularly congregated together, the police department’s “Public Morals Squad” would be called in to intervene. Police brutality was commonplace. Hope for the future was pretty bleak; there were no substantial gay rights organizations. The only real community gay people had was in underground establishments, often maintained with help from the Mafia, or by bribing the police.


On June 27, 1969, the NYC tactical police force raided a popular Greenwich Village gay bar- the Stonewall Inn. Raids were not unusual in 1969; in fact, they were conducted regularly without much resistance. But, that night the street erupted into violent protest as the crowds in the bar fought back. The backlash & several nights of protest that followed have come to be known as the Stonewall Riots.




Prior to that summer there was little public expression of the lives & experiences of gays & lesbians. The Stonewall Riots marked the beginning of the gay liberation movement that has transformed the oppression of gay people into calls for pride & action. In the past 42 years, we have all been witness to an astonishing rise of gay culture that has changed this country & the world, forever.

Click on image in enlarge...NYTimes, July 29,

Sing Out, Louise!

Orphans. We always seem to have one, but in the summer of 2011 we have 2, a canine & human. I will post about both of them, but the canine orphan's tale is a more sanguine story, so it goes first.

Larry, the dog, moved into Post Apocalyptic Bohemia a few months after Sister, our tiny terror of a terrier left us at age 16. A tough one, that Sister, even to the end. Putting her down was an agonizing decision. It is never easy to decide when to say good-bye to an animal friend, they rely on us for that choice, & I never want to have to make it. At the end, Sister's body was that of a dog half her age & she had no disease, no cancer, & no arthritis. But she was deaf & demented. Sister would find herself in a corner & not be able to figure out how to leave, she would walk in a small circle for hours. Heartbreakingly, Sister didn't seem to know who we were in her final months.

Larry was a rescue dog. He was a baby biter & I of course felt some affinity for this orphan. I am also drawn to biting a baby, babies are both aggravating & appetizing. He came to live with us when he was 8 years old & he recently turned 14. Larry is not the most lovable canine. He is a corpulent, cantankerous, covetous cur. He is the Eric Cartman of tail-waggers.  Still, it is woeful to watch Larry loose the use of his back legs & he has cancerous growths that take away from his masculine good looks. Larry's entire focus in life is food. He will be with us until he has no interest in eating. Then we will know it will be Larry's time to leave.

 The Husband holding a very rasty Larry. Enjoy... the Husband will make me remove this photo & I will have a reckoning.

A week ago, my handsome, sexy, talented friend Bryan tossed off: "Do you & your husband think you could take on another terrier?" I was a bit taken aback because the Husband & I had recently admitted that we were not looking for another dog, there would be no visiting of shelters or looking online, but if a hardluck story should plop in our lives, we might be able to be Daddy Warbucks for a canine Little Orphan Annie.

She was dropped off at the animal shelter in Tillamook, Oregon, by a family in an RV, saying that they just didn't want her anymore. The shelter is not a "no kill" shelter & because they lack funding in the current economy, this shelter does not hold on to animals long before doing them in. My buddy Bryan's charming mother volunteers at the shelter & she understood that this little female terrier deserved one more chance & decided to foster her rather than leave her on Death Row with the Pit Bulls.

  Her first moment in her new home

Meeting her new family


 Seemingly stunned by the promise of her fortunate future

She has been with us for only 24 hours, but she seems to sense that she has hit the doggy lotto jackpot. I have brought home all our dogs, with the Husband never having had a say in that decision. But, he has chosen all of our animal family's names. He has dubbed her- Louise. She came with the name- Snickers, but I couldn't abide saying Snickers because it was a name I was bestowed with in kindergarten, & the situation that brought me that moniker is still to painful to think about 55 years later (it had something to do with my inability to make it to the bathroom in time).

We have long ago shortened Junior's name to June... so now we have June & Louise. If you catch that reference, you are in my club.

Dainty June & Baby Louise


She already has my heart, the Husband's too.



Every little breeze seems to whisper 'Louise.'
Birds in the trees seem to twitter 'Louise.'
Each little rose tells me it knows I love you.
Every little beat that I feel in my heart
Seems to repeat what I felt at the start.
Each little sigh tells me that I adore you, Louise.
Just to see & hear you is joy I never knew,
But to be so near you thrills me through & through.
Anyone can see why I wanted your kiss.
It had to be, but the wonder is this:
Can it be true, someone like you
Could love me, Louise.

Leo Robin
1929

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Summer Song #3... Night Ride Home


One in a while
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this 4th of July
Night ride home

Hula girls
& caterpillar tractors in the sand
The ukulele man
The fireworks
This 4th of July
Night ride home

I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones till Friday
Far from the overkill
Far from the overload

Back at the bar
The band tears down
But out here in the headlight beams
The silver power lines
Gleam
On this 4th of July
Night ride home

We round the curve
& a big dark horse
Red taillights on his hide
Is keeping right alongside
Rev for stride
4th of July
Night ride home

I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones till Friday
Far from the undertow
Far from the overload

Once in awhile
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this 4th of July
Night ride home


Joni Mitchell
1988

Joe Tilson - pop artist - part 2

Joe Tilson in 1964
This is part two of a two-part post on the works of English pop artist Joe Tilson.  For biographical information on Tilson and more works, see part one below.

1963 Vox Box relief

1964 21st screenprint & mixed media

1964 Ziggurat screenprint

1965 Three Wristwatches screenprint

1969 Ecology, Fire, Air, Water, Earth screenprint

1969 Letter from Che mixed media

1969-70 A - Aperture Card screenprint

1969-70 G - Guillaume Apollinaire screenprint

1969-70 W - Wittgenstein and Muhammed screenprint

1970 A E I O U mixed media

1971 Let a Thousand Parks Bloom screenprint

1972 Earth Ritual screenprint

1972 Four Elements - Mudra mixed media

1972 Mother Earth mixed media

1976 Origins intaglio

1978 Proscinemi, Tyrins mixed media

1982 Proscimeni for Demeter Version A oil

1989 Liknon Red screenprint

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