tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161312379129764969.post8965824427182111248..comments2023-06-01T06:05:43.722-04:00Comments on Proper Tension: Dispatch from DCClaudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687714373885480882noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161312379129764969.post-89741147848895121672010-06-08T15:32:10.276-04:002010-06-08T15:32:10.276-04:00Liss, thanks for the clarification. I HAD read it ...Liss, thanks for the clarification. I HAD read it differently, of course, outside the context you provide. When Claudia writes 'There's very little of that cross-hybridization that seemed to be depicted in the Ginsberg photographs, and maybe that makes me a little sad.", my own propensity to mistake illusion for something else, surfaced. A bittersweet evocation for what was, and is no longer, is quite different than wishing for something that wasn't there in the first place, especially if we hope, or even worse, deeply need that illusory thing to feed us. It was to THAT risk I caution myself and others not to succumb to. <br /><br />I am intimate with this feeling and most of my own creative expression centers around that exact theme. It can be an abyss of feeling of the most existential crises making kind. Great for creative process, not so good if I'm seeking the bluebird of happiness in my own backyard. I can see now that that's possibly what Claudia was striving for in her closing. How to bring some of what she longed for in the photos into her live in a real way.Artemisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161312379129764969.post-21674844047563594922010-06-07T16:20:48.439-04:002010-06-07T16:20:48.439-04:00Aretemis - points well taken. But I read the post ...Aretemis - points well taken. But I read the post as more about longing for a semblance of an artistic community and therefore projecting onto the Ginsberg photos rather than purely about nostalgia for that particular (male, arrogant, problematic) artistic community. Perhaps this is because it is something Claudia and I talk about because it we are missing it right now and have had in the past. Just look at the credits on any number of Diane's films, and you'll see how intertwined our artistic lives were in Brooklyn... Kathy High and I talk about this - it was a particular time and place in all our lives... hard to replicate outside major centers.<br />XOLissnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161312379129764969.post-39056461667597479612010-06-07T11:19:39.127-04:002010-06-07T11:19:39.127-04:00PS- free is good. free art is really really good. ...PS- free is good. free art is really really good. :)Artemisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5161312379129764969.post-62831056606695055952010-06-07T11:17:55.243-04:002010-06-07T11:17:55.243-04:00Interesting perspective Claudia. I caution to remi...Interesting perspective Claudia. I caution to remind you that that generation, the Beat generation, had/has a high opinion of themselves. My generation, by and large, does not. Without going into some in depth analysis of generational ego construct, I will say I've hit my own generation gap wall with boomers (tepid apologies to any reading this)and thier continued self importance and endless journey to 'find themselves'. It's oppressive. Buy a map already. It was no great shakes for women writers during that period either. Living off crumbs of publishing and entertainment earnings. That wholesale close out spurned a lot of what arose in the first waves of feminist critique coming out of that corner at the time. Wax nostalgic if you want, but make sure it's not after something that may really be an illusion. Hugs.Artemisnoreply@blogger.com