Tuesday, June 29, 2010

my work, your casa: Highland Village, way north of Dallas and south of Denton.

In good company with Betsy Odom's "White Bengal Squirrel" and
Brad Tucker's "Gravity's Ballroom".

Monday, June 28, 2010

Darwin's Worms

Nature is, as it were, always on its own side. So when people are destructive or self-destructive, they are not acting against their own nature. They are just being natural in ways that we don't like. -- Adam Phillips, Darwin's Worms

Amazon.co.uk Review; 

His gift for finding the "words to say it" has become one of the hallmarks of Adam Phillips's writing. Described as a "philosopher of happiness" and a therapist who "writes as well as he doctors" Phillips has done much to bring psychoanalysis into contact with the broad spectrum of cultural life (the "larger world of words", of literature and story, as he puts it at the beginning of On Flirtation in 1994). Following his exploration of the child as a figure of life and passion in The Beast in the Nursery (1998), in Darwin's Worms Phillips travels to the opposite end of the line: suffering, loss, mortality are the key themes in this reading of Darwin's lifelong passion for the earthworm and Freud's equally longstanding distaste for the idea of biography (the pretence at a coherent and narratable life). Weaving a complex and persuasive tale around his two apparently disparate subjects, Phillips finds Darwin and Freud united in their sceptically secular attitude towards the "higher things" of this world. He suggests that both men "recycle what their cultures try to disown": the creative achievement of the lowly worm, the grief which both keeps people going and drives them to death. That paradox in turn drives this book: its sometimes unexpected interpretation of the constraints and transience of human life as a pull towards the future--and a different way of thinking about death. --Vicky Lebeau

Book Description: 

Adam Phillips has been called the 'psychotherapist of the floating world' and 'the closest thing we have to a philosopher of happiness'. In this extraordinary book he takes a look, via Freud and Darwin, at endings - at mortality, extinction and death. Darwin and Freud took God out of the big picture, leaving nothing between mankind and nature. Their ideas were met with righteous indignation. But today, whether or not we read Darwin and Freud, we speak a version of their languages. Most of us think of childhood and sexuality as sources of suffering, and we picture ourselves as animals struggling competitively for survival. Yet, as Adam Phillips argues, we are not merely trapped in a world of continuous loss. Taking as his examples Darwin's life-long fascination in lowly earthworms, and Freud's life-long antipathy to grubbing biographers, he unexpectedly finds much to celebrate. For both of these writers are interested, above all, in how destruction conserves life. They take their inspiration from fossils or from half-remembered dreams, and show how life is about what can be done with these humble remnants from the past. Darwin and Freud render aging, accident and death integral, not alien, to our sense of ourselves. They teach us the art of transience. 

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Pugilist Pages

Literary authors have always been drawn to boxing, and many have written beautifully about the sport. Despite dire prediction of its demise, boxing persists and, cyclically, thrives; fortunately, over the past half century and more, talented writers have chronicled its appeal while dissecting its ugliness. The nature of the sport—two human beings in competition, distilled to its barest essence—lends itself to contemplation of bigger ideas and deeper meanings.
The Sweet Science by A. J. Liebling

Liebling's sharp-eyed, sharp-eared, and sharp-witted tome is the foundation, the boxing book referenced by every other. Although he wrote in a glorious era—the days of Sugar Ray Robinson, Rocky Marciano, and Willie Pep—he pines for the past, especially fighters like Jack Dempsey and Liebling's forebearer Pierce Egan. In the chapter "Ahab and Nemesis," Liebling writes of the match when Archie Moore's brain met Marciano's brawn and realizes that the two men would have fared well in Dempsey's time: "I felt the satisfaction because it proved that the world isn't going backward, if you can just stay young enough to remember what it was really like when you were young."
The Fight by Norman Mailer

The Fight by Norman Mailer
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This memoir about 1975's "Rumble in the Jungle" between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman features Mailer at his most flamboyant. Part journalism, part autobiography, part reflection on African mysticism and American race relations, Mailer is best at describing the two fighters. Foreman, he writes, "appeared sleepy but in the way of a lion digesting a carcass," which, to anyone who knows Foreman's mid-'70s body language, is prose that connects like an Ali jab. Mailer pays particular attention to Ali, marking how he transformed from an intimidated spectator who noted—with some trepidation—that "Foreman can hit harder" into the braggart we all remember in the buildup to the fight. In Ali, "the funk of terror," Mailer writes, "was being compressed into psychic bricks."
The Black Lights by Thomas Hauser

In charting lightweight Billy Costello's journey from the streets of Kingston, New York, to a big televised fight with Saoul Mamby in 1984, Hauser maps the corridors of power in the absurdly complicated business of boxing. Whereas other books on this list primarily reflect the point of view of the spectator, The Black Lights offers an engrossing perspective on the people who run the sport and participate in it behind the scenes, from Don King down to the poorly paid sparring partners. Amid the darkness, one thing shines through: Boxing is the purest sport of them all, and the people who love it know this to be true, which is why they endure so much for the thrill of a big event or even a good, small one. Mamby, after taking a ferocious beating from Costello, reluctantly contemplated retirement. "I'll miss it," he said. "I love boxing. Everything passed too soon."
On Boxing by Joyce Carol Oates

It's no wonder that so many boxing phrases, such as "on the ropes" and "down for the count," make their way into descriptions of everything else. "Life is like boxing in many unsettling respects. But boxing is only like boxing," Oates writes in this cerebral essay collection. Despite calling it "the cruelest sport," she doesn't seem to consider it a sport at all: "One plays football, one doesn't play boxing."
Ringside: A Treasury of Boxing Reportage
by Budd Schulberg
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In this 2006 volume, On the Waterfront screenwriter Schulberg summons knowledge from fights he lived through in the 1920s to properly estimate modern boxers' place in history. He describes Roy Jones Jr. as a genius, then later, when Jones settled in uneasily between greatness and ennui, as "Hamlet with a mouthpiece." Along the way, he turns the phrase "the manly art of self-defense" to coin "the manly art of no defense," a fitting tribute to the face-first brawler Arturo Gatti. Schulberg's most lasting contribution, though, is the ultimate boxing motto, voiced by underdogs everywhere: "I coulda been a contender."

Tim Starks writes about boxing for his blog, The Queensberry Rules.
He has penned freelance articles for The Ring and other boxing publications.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Young Curators Speak, NYTimes

The New Guard of Curators Steps Up
Published: March 18, 2010
Far from the stereotype of fusty academics, curators in their 30s and 40s are bringing eclectic backgrounds and a fresh eye to Manhattan’s museums. READ MORE...
 and HEAR MORE...

Saturday, June 19, 2010

art camp 2010