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Just a quick demo of a song Ceej and I made tonight.  I'm on beats, Ceej is the lyrics.  All done on the fly, live, and freestyled.  No editing.  Having fun.

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“I Noticed My Friends”: Allen Ginsberg’s Photography

TIM KEANE explores the photography of Allen Ginsberg, finding that, in contrast to the poet’s “famously hyperbolic statements about his generation, these photographs seem like a secret visual diary filled with more complex realizations about his life and times.”

Perhaps the most evocative portraits in the show are those without Ginsberg or anyone else in them, particularly a series capturing the Lower East Side streetscape looking north from Ginsberg’s longest residence at 437 East 12th Street. In one such vista, a sunflower competes with the view while in another a layer of snow encrusts the tenements and fire escapes. In yet another, a rainstorm has passed and the poet’s caption describes the backyards as a “walled undersea Atlantis” with “waving ailanthus, ‘stinkweed’.” That photo’s focal point might easily be missed where it not for Ginsberg’s note: the raindrops on a clothesline. Ginsberg’s caption quotes his Buddhist mentor Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche: “Things are symbols of themselves.” As I trained my eyes on the clothesline, I felt the presence of Ginsberg more strongly than at any point during the exhibition. It was the invisible poet, at home, pointing out the rope strung between buildings, spotted by a row of raindrops about to fall.

Image: Allen Ginsberg, “I sat for decades at morning breakfast tea looking out my kitchen window, one day recognized my own world the familiar background, a giant wet brick-walled undersea Atlantis garden, waving ailanthus (“stinkweed”) “Trees of Heaven,” with chimney pots along Avenue A topped by Stuyvesant Town apartments’ upper floors two blocks distant on 14th Street, I focus’d on the raindrops along the clothesline. “Things are symbols of themselves,” said Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. New York City August 18, 1984,” (1984), Gelatin silver print, printed 1984–97, 16 1/2 x 11 in. (42 x 28 cm)

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The Beats, The Li’l Depressed Boy and Populist Literature

Ethan Rilly’s Pope Hats, Adrian Tomine’s Optic Nerve and S. Steven Struble and Sina Grace’s The Li’l Depressed Boy #15 reminds MICHAEL D. STEWART about the Beats’ desire to bring common language to fiction and poetry.

What brings me to comics like The Li’l Depressed Boy, Pope Hats and Optic Nerve is that they each express an authentic “from the heart” quality using the conventions of comic storytelling. The Beats used their own lives, however dramatized, as the foundation for their works, whereas these comics too draw from the experience of their authors and the “true to life” understanding of their readers. Their formation influenced by other more traditional comics; they take the real world, the world of dead end jobs, youthful indiscretions, popculture enthusiasm and struggles for identity to engage a public lost in the aftermath of post-modernism.

Kerouac too was influenced by comics. As Tomine illustrated in one of his early Optic Nerve issues, Kerouac loved the Shadow and other pulp heroes. His novel Dr. Sax was based on a Shadow-like pulp character he created in his youth. That he would later explore pulp-style stories within his own stream of conscious writing style–famously derided as “typing” by Truman Capote–while still desirous to continue the semi-autobiographical prose that made him famous, gives me a sense of loose connection between the iconoclasts of counterculture and the cartoonists of comic subculture.

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Image: Pope Hats by Ethan Rilly