Saturday, April 28, 2012

the lamp whisper

He who has woven rose - vines about the heart of night ... (can) hear the lamp whisper through the night Can trace paths tear - wet, and forget all the blight. - Hart Crane C 33 (excerpt)

Thomas Demand's "Junior Suite"

That gruesome photograph of Whitney Houston’s last supper, first posted on TMZ shortly after her death, stuck in the visual memory of the German photographer Thomas Demand. There were the remains of room service delivered to her at the Beverly Hilton Hotel: a rolling table draped with a soiled tablecloth on which were a partially eaten hamburger and French fries, a Heineken can, a Champagne glass and a small white vase with purple flowers.“I don’t have anything to say about Whitney Houston,” Mr. Demand explained in a telephone interview. Rather, it was the way the shot itself had the quality of a 17th-century Dutch still life that intrigued him. The shot could be seen as an intimate glimpse of the circumstances surrounding Houston’s death, but to Mr. Demand it was more than that. It was also an impersonal setting: a hotel room that could have been anywhere, a meal that could have been ordered by anyone. His own version of the scene, called “Junior Suite,” is part of an exhibition opening on May 5 at the Matthew Marks Gallery on West 22nd Street in Chelsea. - CAROL VOGEL

Friday, April 27, 2012

Dawn Kasper

Frank Stella

The most famous title is “Arbeit Macht Frei” (“Work Makes You Free”), the words that were splayed demonically above the gates to Auschwitz and other concentration camps.
“Bethlehem’s Hospital” takes it name from the London mental institution sometimes known as Bedlam.
William Hogarth: The rake's progress - The rake in Bedlam

Myra Hindley Sonic Youth Raymond Pettibon

Calvin Swint

Nick Gruber & Calvin Klein
Calvin Klein sent his troubled paramour Nick Gruber to rehab by private jet this week. Sources tell us that Gruber knew he was headed to rehab — arranged and paid for by his older, multimillionaire on/off boyfriend — before he was arrested for assault and cocaine possession Tuesday morning. Friends of 22-year-old Gruber say the 69-year-old fashion designer had arranged for Gruber to be flown to The Meadows in Arizona — so he went on a big “last night out.” Gruber was put on Klein’s G4 plane Wednesday afternoon. “There was a fear that if Nick flew commercial, he might go to the bar first. He had to be delivered there,” said a source. Klein is also paying the $35,000 monthly tab at The Meadows for Gruber’s treatment. The facility is where a now sober Klein sought treatment for his drug problems in 2003, after his notorious meltdown at MSG in the middle of a Knicks game. Gruber and Klein had dated since 2010. While friends claim they broke up months ago, other sources say they have recently been spending a lot of time together. Klein had previously shelled out thousands for surgery on Gruber’s finger after he broke it while skiing, and paid two years’ advance rent for his West Village apartment. Gruber also struggled with bulimia, but was helped through treatment and with advice from Klein’s personal chef. Sources say Gruber decided to go “out big” the night before he was arrested. He dined at Da Silvano and later headed to Meatpacking restaurant Catch, but he wasn’t let in. Gruber was arrested Tuesday morning at about 4:30 a.m. after he punched pal Calvin Swint at Gruber’s Greenwich Street penthouse. The ex-porn star was later charged with possessing a stimulant and two misdemeanors — resisting arrest and assault with intent to cause physical injury. Klein’s rep could not be reached and Gruber’s power lawyer, Ben Brafman, declined to comment. - NY Post

They Live

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Hart Crane & His Father

Neil Havens Roderieck 11 & Bruce Weber

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The Broken Tower

The Broken Tower The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell Of a spent day - to wander the cathedral lawn From pit to crucifix, feet chill on steps from hell. Have you not heard, have you not seen that corps Of shadows in the tower, whose shoulders sway Antiphonal carillons launched before The stars are caught and hived in the sun's ray? The bells, I say, the bells break down their tower; And swing I know not where. Their tongues engrave Membrane through marrow, my long-scattered score Of broken intervals… And I, their sexton slave! Oval encyclicals in canyons heaping The impasse high with choir. Banked voices slain! Pagodas, campaniles with reveilles out leaping- O terraced echoes prostrate on the plain!… And so it was I entered the broken world To trace the visionary company of love, its voice An instant in the wind (I know not whither hurled) But not for long to hold each desperate choice. My word I poured. But was it cognate, scored Of that tribunal monarch of the air Whose thigh embronzes earth, strikes crystal Word In wounds pledged once to hope - cleft to despair? The steep encroachments of my blood left me No answer (could blood hold such a lofty tower As flings the question true?) -or is it she Whose sweet mortality stirs latent power?- And through whose pulse I hear, counting the strokes My veins recall and add, revived and sure The angelus of wars my chest evokes: What I hold healed, original now, and pure… And builds, within, a tower that is not stone (Not stone can jacket heaven) - but slip Of pebbles, - visible wings of silence sown In azure circles, widening as they dip The matrix of the heart, lift down the eye That shrines the quiet lake and swells a tower… The commodious, tall decorum of that sky Unseals her earth, and lifts love in its shower. - Hart Crane

Monday, April 23, 2012

The Estate of Richie Fog Stone

Princess Elizabeth Of Toro

Go Shopping & Have Lunch

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Salecia Johnson

Salecia Johnson is six years old. On April 13, her teachers say she had a temper tantrum in class -- but instead of putting her in time-out, the school called the police. Salecia was handcuffed, charged with battery, and kept in police custody for an hour before her parents found out what was going on. Though all charges have been dropped, Salecia -- a 6-year-old -- now has an arrest record. Salecia's mom, Constance, says that "Salecia has been traumatized by this experience. She's afraid to return to school and recently woke up in the middle of the night saying 'they are coming to get me.'" Constance wants to make sure that this incident won't affect Salecia's future, and she wants answers about why police officers were involved in the first place. So Constance started a petition on demanding that Salecia's arrest be removed from her record and that Creekside Elementary pledge to stop involving police in school discipline. Constance believes that what happened to Salecia is part of a larger problem. Schools across America are adopting "zero-tolerance" policies that are making police involvement in school disciplinary matters more and more common, according to the Advancement Project, a group working with Constance's family. If thousands of people sign Constance's petition, the police and the officials at Creekside Elementary will see that they can't arrest and handcuff a six-year-old girl without facing public consequences. Schools around the country will take notice -- and Constance hopes there won't be another child that faces what Salecia did. Sign the Petition:

The Threateners

Dave the Slave

Dozens of examples of highly collectible Southern pottery by renowned artisans such as Dave the Slave and others will be sold on Memorial Day, Monday, May 28, by Cagle Auction Company, at the Jefferson Civic Center, located at 65 Kissam Street in Jefferson, a town north and east of Atlanta, just off Interstate 85. Dave the Slave was the name most commonly used for the enslaved African-American potter who was born around 1801 and died in the mid-1870s. He lived in Edgefield, S.C., and produced stunning examples of alkaline-glazed stoneware pottery that are in very high demand today. One of his pieces sold at an auction held by modern potter Billy Ray Hussey for $197,000. Cagle Auction’s Memorial Day sale will feature three works attributed to Dave the Slave. One is a two-gallon jug signed “L.M.” (for Lewis Miles, the man who owned the pottery workshop where Dave worked and in fact owned Dave for a time) and authenticated by Steve Ferrell, a revered authority on Southern pottery pieces. The jug should sell for $8,000-$12,000. “This jug is rare and unusual because Dave the Slave didn’t make many jugs and was much more known for his large, lug-handled jars, most of them five-to-seven gallons,” said Nathan Cagle of Cagle Auction Company. “To see a two-gallon, single-handled jug is highly unusual and something you rarely see come up for bid.” Cagle dated the jug to around 1850. The second Dave piece is, in fact, a two-gallon jar, much more customary for the artisan. It is unsigned, but has all the hallmarks – lug handles, characteristic glaze and form – that would suggest it's a Dave the Slave. The jug has a pre-sale estimate of $4,000-$6,000. The third piece, however, is a bit of a mystery. - (