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Happy New Year! It’s gotta be better than 06, which was a complicated and multi-layered year, but in basic ways didn’t win any awards from me. I said goodbye to my daughter last night, sending her back to the East and to finish college in Montreal… the hardest part of parenting is saying goodbye to your kid, no matter how enthusiastic you are about their independent life (and I’m very enthusiastic!). When she leaves I feel a terrible sorrow… it’s tempered by the grand time we just had, and knowing we’ll be travelling together in a few months, but the empty spot she leaves behind is profound… alas.
I titled this entry Noir even though the sweet relationship I have with Francesca is about as diametrically opposite of noir as one can imagine. I know Noir generally refers to the alienated individual living a meaningless and often brutally short life. Pointless death lurks nearby, dehumanization and instrumentalized exploitation are the norm in society… I’m using it differently here, to point to a longer tradition of artistic rebukes made by portraying barbaric and degraded human conditions in horrific detail…
On Tuesday we headed up to Sacramento to see the remarkable Irving Norman show “Dark Metropolis.” Here’s a link to his huge tryptich called “The Human Condition” with tons of mouse-over details to check out. Ironically, or appropriately, we spent almost 6 hours in the car going back and forth, for about 1.5 hours of actual enjoyment of the show. Some of his paintings deal with traffic jams, like this one from 1953 called The Bridge, obviously on the Golden Gate Bridge. He apparently used to drive onto local bridges at rush hour in the early 1950s to see up close what people were experiencing on those new-fangled commute corridors. A lot of his work portrays densely packed humans in slum towers, buses, night clubs, urban maelstroms, etc. Remarkably, each individual is unique, every window and vehicle houses a story of its own, sometimes hundreds in a given painting.

The Bridge, 1953, copyright Irving Norman…
His real focus is the human condition, plagued by industrialism, war and urban hell in many variations. He fought with the Lincoln Brigade in the Spanish Civil War and his Goya-esque depictions of war machines and the writhing results of modern war are really gripping. The show closes on January 7 (the Crocker Museum is housed in a huge old mansion near downtown, an impressive place to see in its own right) and I really recommend making the trip up there. You can avoid the stupidity of sitting on I-80 with thousands of others in their cars by taking the Capital Corridor Amtrak train.
Seeing Norman’s remarkable show fit nicely with a book of Pieter Bruegel the Elder that I was browsing during xmas at my parents’ house. Here’s a couple of images from the 1500s.
Continue reading Gettin’ all Noir on ya!
Happy New Year! It’s gotta be better than 06, which was a complicated and multi-layered year, but in basic ways didn’t win any awards from me. I said goodbye to my daughter last night, sending her back to the East and to finish college in Montreal… the hardest part of parenting is saying goodbye to your kid, no matter how enthusiastic you are about their independent life (and I’m very enthusiastic!). When she leaves I feel a terrible sorrow… it’s tempered by the grand time we just had, and knowing we’ll be travelling together in a few months, but the empty spot she leaves behind is profound… alas.
I titled this entry Noir even though the sweet relationship I have with Francesca is about as diametrically opposite of noir as one can imagine. I know Noir generally refers to the alienated individual living a meaningless and often brutally short life. Pointless death lurks nearby, dehumanization and instrumentalized exploitation are the norm in society… I’m using it differently here, to point to a longer tradition of artistic rebukes made by portraying barbaric and degraded human conditions in horrific detail…
On Tuesday we headed up to Sacramento to see the remarkable Irving Norman show “Dark Metropolis.” Here’s a link to his huge tryptich called “The Human Condition” with tons of mouse-over details to check out. Ironically, or appropriately, we spent almost 6 hours in the car going back and forth, for about 1.5 hours of actual enjoyment of the show. Some of his paintings deal with traffic jams, like this one from 1953 called The Bridge, obviously on the Golden Gate Bridge. He apparently used to drive onto local bridges at rush hour in the early 1950s to see up close what people were experiencing on those new-fangled commute corridors. A lot of his work portrays densely packed humans in slum towers, buses, night clubs, urban maelstroms, etc. Remarkably, each individual is unique, every window and vehicle houses a story of its own, sometimes hundreds in a given painting.

The Bridge, 1953, copyright Irving Norman…
His real focus is the human condition, plagued by industrialism, war and urban hell in many variations. He fought with the Lincoln Brigade in the Spanish Civil War and his Goya-esque depictions of war machines and the writhing results of modern war are really gripping. The show closes on January 7 (the Crocker Museum is housed in a huge old mansion near downtown, an impressive place to see in its own right) and I really recommend making the trip up there. You can avoid the stupidity of sitting on I-80 with thousands of others in their cars by taking the Capital Corridor Amtrak train.
Seeing Norman’s remarkable show fit nicely with a book of Pieter Bruegel the Elder that I was browsing during xmas at my parents’ house. Here’s a couple of images from the 1500s.
Continue reading Gettin’ all Noir on ya!
Another beautiful evening last night, cold and crisp with a whisper of a moon lurking. Phil Kline’s annual “Unsilent Night” took place from Dolores Park, wending through 19th, Linda, Dearborn, Albion, 16th, Dolores, Chula, and Church back to the park, with hundreds of boomboxes broadcasting his tape compositions.


Really a uniquely beautiful event every year… Not many know it as they walk along but the route follows the old lake shore that once filled that space, passing the California monument to the original mission built along the lake’s edge. Of course it’s been buried by the city for 130 years, though with every earthquake we can imagine it bursting back to the surface… and I put it back in my novel 150 years in the future. Nature will have the last word, I’m sure.
Anyway, click for more for my youtoob clip for your listening pleasure…
Continue reading UnSilent Night
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