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    Rain and Train Pairings

    June 7, 2009

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    I bridle at the overused term "pairing" for wine-and-food matches, as in "the felicitous pairing of a Petite Sirah with a Duck Confit"; or for the coupling of accessories and clothes touted on the shopping channels: "A sling-back sandal paired with a strapless designer frock." However, as I ride through rain on a train I think: there can be no more perfect pairing than this Philip Glass music (The Thin Blue Line) with the chuff-chuff of the train and the patterns of the rain. And there's a natural pairing between riding a train and reading Patricia Highsmith, as I happen to be doing. Moreover, Glass's obsessive syncopation pairs beautifully with Highsmith's jittery antiheroes. And both share a deceptive simplicity -- the note-scales drumming in the ear, the prose notes tracking as the eye chugs down the page. There's the felicitous pairing, as well, of the train's kinetic precipitance and the precipitation of the driving rain. All together these elements produce, like the self-similarity of fractyl reduplication, an aural, visual and psychological maelstrom of fugues and fugitives. In short, there are many nice pairings here -- the rain, the train, Highsmith and Glass -- in any combination.
    We spin through Harlem past eyeless windows where no one lives, over an unlovely river paired with a graceless bridge. The huff-chuff of the traintrack reflects the soundtrack's plaintive locomotive rhythms. The rain piles white slanting stitches on the panes, and Highsmith's plot thickens: "The train crept on northward, carrying into nowhere the prints of his ten fingers on one of its gritty sills."
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    Posted by Jane on 6:17 PM | Comments (0) Post Comments

    The Magic Flute in Miniature

    June 1, 2009

    Here are miniature opera sets of Mozart's Magic Flute, which I created
    11 years ago. Each is true to the specifications of the 1791 libretto,
    is located in New York City, and is made primarily from found objects.
    The miniatures were shown during a production of The Magic Flute by the
    Florida Grand Opera, with full-size sets by Maurice Sendak.

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    1. The Queen of the Night. The "rocky place dotted with trees" ranging behind
    the Queen of the Night's temple is the Palisades along the Hudson River. Her
    "round temple" is the Soldiers and Sailors Memorial, which looms remote and
    cold on Riverside Drive. The monument resembles the mountain out of which
    the Queen appears in the desolate first scene. At night, the shadows of trees
    shift against somber masonry and magnify the recalcitrance of the fortress.
    Baleful and hermetic, it is inaccessible, like the Queen, stressed by a rondelle
    of Corinthian columns that implies other Queen-of-the-Night traits - rage
    and energy. In Masonic symbolism, Corinthian columns stand for exuberance
    and action, qualities vocalized in the Queen's sparking arias.
    ~

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    2. Sarastro's Egyptian Room. The scene changes to
    a sumptuous Egyptian room; here, the Temple of Dendur at the
    Metropolitan Museum of Art. Thick, ancient columns and massive stone
    walls are incised with hieroglyphs that depict the words "magic," "flute,"
    and "singing men and women."

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    Sarastro's Egyptian Room, Interior, with Egyptian and Masonic
    iconography: pyramids and sphinxes, a bust of Mozart, etc.
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    3. The Temple of Wisdom has triple entrances and a
    Corinthian colonnade: so does the New York Public Library on 42nd Street.
    In the miniature, each door is flanked by a pair of globes: red ("Stand Back!")
    for the doors marked Reason and Nature; green for the door that opens to
    Wisdom. The spheres are like the ones at subway entrances, color-coded
    to indicate access to stations. Miniature Egyptian figures replace the Roman
    statues on the pediment. This is Sarastros' realm: his attribute is the lion
    (leadership, nobility, prowess, loyalty); we first see him in a chariot drawn
    by six lions. The NYPL Lions (here changed to Sphinxes) actually have names -
    Patience and Fortitude - Masonic qualities emphasized in Die Zauberflote
    as prerequisites for initiation.

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    4. A Palm Grove is modeled after the Wintergarden
    at the World Financial Center. Its royal palms have gold fronds and silver
    trunks. The "Thrones of fronds" are the curving green benches in the
    glassed-in space. The marble floor imitates the Wintergarden's white,
    gray and rose patterns, with additional borders of black-and-white tile
    to mirror Masonic symbolism.

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    5. In Monostatos and Pamina, the Moor threatens
    Pamina asleep in a rose bower - in Central Park's Conservatory Garden.
    A full moon - emblem of Pamina's mother, the Queen of the Night -
    hovers above a dusky and priapic obelisk (symbolic of Monostatos), a
    miniature version of the monument in Central Park.

    ~

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    6. The Flying Machine. A banquet table (in most
    full-size productions, merely a picnic basket) springs up from under
    the stage floor. This scene occurs beneath a miniature rendering of
    the 59th Street Bridge. The table is laden with street food beloved of
    New Yorkers. The Flying Machine is the Roosevelt Island Tram (which
    really is a flying machine). According to the libretto, it is laden with
    roses, punning with Roosevelt (Rose-Velt, or "world of roses" in Dutch).
    Roses, the Masonic symbol of purity, are the province and vehicle of
    the three young spirits who guide Tamino on his journey.

    ~
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    7. The Sound of the Flute beckons wild animals
    from the woods. This scene is set in Ft. Tryon Park, the only virgin
    forest left in New York City.
    ~

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    8. The Cabinet of Reflection is in the basement
    of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where fantastic and ancient
    artifacts are stored, many of them Egyptian.

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    9. The Vault Beneath the Pyramid is a lower subway
    tunnel, with "lanterns" of glass. (The pyramids are hollow; their illumination
    comes from bulbs installed beneath the stage floor).

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    10. Trial by Fire and Water occurs beneath a grotto-like embankment
    on the West Side Highway. The two knights are arranged like the
    drawing in the original mise-en-scene by Schikanader.

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    11. Papageno's Nest. St. Paul's chapel, in
    Lower Manhattan, was built in 1766, when Mozart was 10.
    George Washington, whose box is still here, was also a Mason;
    he stopped attending services in the significant year 1791. Among
    the documents about 18th-century New York here is a little sketch
    of the first synagogue in the city, built in 1729. The rustic cottage
    seems a comely setting for the Papageno brood. Beyond the panpipe
    fenceposts in the miniature, odd little birdhouses festoon trees with
    feathers instead of leaves.

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    12. Sarastros' Sun, filling the stage at the finale,
    plays homage to the sunburst chandelier at the Metropolitan Opera House.
    The chandelier, made of Austrian crystals (as is this miniature version), was
    a gift to New York City from Mozart's homeland. It has come to represent
    all operas.


    Posted by Jane on 2:34 PM | Comments (0) Post Comments

    Leaps

    May 31, 2009

    (1) A crane that seems about to leap into the river.

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    (2) Leaping to conclusions, I mistook a bird for a kite. But it was a kite. So I mistook a kite for a bird.



    Posted by Jane on 11:54 AM | Comments (0) Post Comments

    Sound Bites

    May 23, 2009

    Springtime burgeons with overheard snippets:
    ~
    When: April 24
    Where: Hudson River esplanade
    Who: Two women
    Attitude: Fed up
    Quote: “As soon as I graduate I’m leaving this damn country.”
    ~
    When: April 27
    Where: J&B café, W. 3rd Street
    Who: Woman on street screaming to café owner, who ignored her
    Attitude: Insane
    Quote: “Jimmy! Give my brother this message! The detectives are about to arrest him for assault! Jimmy! Listen to me! Give him this message! They’re on their way!”
    ~
    When: April 28
    Where: Benches on subway platform, 14th Street
    Who: Woman to two friends waiting for train
    Attitude: Annoyed
    Quote: “I had a $5 drink in the fridge that she drank. She replaced it, but drank that drink too. From now on, I’m hiding my food.”
    ~
    When: May 2
    Where: Housing Works Bookstore Café, Crosby Stret
    Who: Teenage girl to friend, looking at books
    Attitude: Hysterics
    Quote: “Here’s one called Take a Nap and Change your Life! With an exclamation mark! And look at this one. Bumps under the skin! Eeeeww!”
    ~
    When: May 11
    Where: West Village
    Who: Well dressed man, late 30s, on cell
    Attitude: Hard to tell
    Quote: “I hope this won’t destroy our relationship.”
    ~
    When: May 11
    Where: Near the Washington Square Arch
    Who: Tourist man to tourist woman
    Attitude: Puzzled
    He: “Did they move the arch?”
    She: “No, they moved the fountain.”

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    ~
    When: May 12
    Where: Washington Square North
    Who: Teenage boy and girl
    Attitude: Delighted
    Quote: “Incinerated bodies…”
    ~
    When: May 12
    Where: Washington Square North
    Who: Young black man to friend
    Attitude: neutral
    Quote: “Hard and soft and smooth.”
    ~
    When: May 14
    Where: Sixth Ave. & 8th St.
    Who: Man, late 20s, on cell
    Attitude: Annoyed
    Quote: “I come up with the good ideas, and then you flip them.”
    ~
    When: May 15
    Where: Tribeca
    Who: Guy to girl
    Attitude: Incredulous
    Quote: “They had a wishing well but nothing was in it.”



    Posted by Jane on 10:01 AM | Comments (0) Post Comments

    New Painting, Old Poem

    May 14, 2009

    Victorian Fence (2009)

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    Notes on Bike Gestures (1972)


    A riot of bicycles chained to a Victorian fence,
    tangled together in the complex of their simple forms,
    brotherhood of brake wires, gears and chains,
    slim and raw.

    Bicycles like skeletons possess sex appeal
    especially male bikes whose bracing bars
    effect sensation in the female human spine,
    the cartilage and chain.

    Bicycle haunches, wheels narrow as hoops,
    and the tic-tic of their voices in motion
    are the essence of sensuality, of rhythm,
    pulse and nerve.

    Bicycles as basketball heroes mimic the shrug
    of an arm thrust, undercurving handles like shoulders—
    and as runners in the field, they too possess
    tough butts.

    Female bikes mirror the gangling pelvic
    female line, straight-armed, with flat
    bi-circles for breasts; they boast grace,
    leanness, weightlessness, even a black triangle,
    a pubic seat.

    Female bicycles are Verushkas, Carringtons,
    Jordan Bakers, and those women whose
    sensual bearing is opposite as possible
    from the lineless corpulence of, say,
    Victorian whores.


    Posted by Jane on 8:59 AM | Comments (0) Post Comments

    Entitled

    May 2, 2009

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    At Housing Works Bookstore Cafe, on the Spirituality shelf,
    the following titles lean together companionably:

    The Te of Piglet
    The Tao of Pooh
    The Zen of Eating
    The Jew in the Lotus
    The Essence of Buddhism
    The Idea of the Holy
    The Power of Now
    Sit Down and Shut Up

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    Posted by Jane on 2:47 PM | Comments (0) Post Comments

    Spring Cleaning

    April 21, 2009

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    Posted by Jane on 9:13 AM | Comments (0) Post Comments

    Critical Masses

    April 19, 2009

    When: sometime in April
    Where: Worth Street
    Who: Construction worker on cellphone
    Attitude: Annoyed
    Quote: "This parking lot contract I have is a pain in the butt."
    .
    When: another time in April
    Where: Esplanade on the river
    Who: Two fit guys jogging together
    Attitude: cynical
    Quote: "Are you aware the whole thing was scripted?"
    .
    When: also in April
    Where: in front of a posh Tribeca restaurant
    Who: Formally dressed young businessman talking to friend
    Attitude: Disgusted
    Quote: "The food is good but the service is a disaster."
    .
    When: April 19
    Where: Harrison Street
    Who: 30-something guy to 30-something woman
    Attitude: earnest
    Quote: "We buried it under a tree but we couldn't remember how many feet it was, so we drew a map."
    .
    When: April 20, in a fierce rainstorm
    Where: Sixth Ave. and 8th St.
    Who: Guy struggling with a large umbrella off its spokes
    Attitude: Exasperated. To no one in particular:
    Quote: "I want my ten dollars back!"
    .
    When: April 18
    Where: Greenwich St. & Laight St., respectively
    What: A sculptural arch and a machine arch
    Attitude: do things have attitudes?
    Why: Both were seen minutes apart, creating a visual coincidence

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    Posted by Jane on 4:39 PM | Comments (0) Post Comments

    Duplicate Books

    April 4, 2009

    The sting of a spring morning, this first April Saturday. The long rain is over, leaving a strong cold wind. The clouds look like the pelts of grey rodents, like laundry lint, like discarded remnants. The few trees on the avenue tremble and struggle to bud: small green frills at branch ends resemble plucked grape stems.

    In the bike lane selvage I sprint east across Prince against the wind, the traffic, and the increasing and increasingly madding crowds. I turn north on Crosby, jog almost to Houston and enter an old warehouse whose double doors open like musty pages. It’s Housing Works' first-weekend-of-the-month, thirty-percent-off book sale.

    Among the dollar books, which today are sixty-seven cents, I find a decrepit copy of The Portrait of a Lady. I have two copies already, but decide to buy this one for its introduction by Leon Edel. I figure I can rip it out and toss the rest. I’m perpetually paring down (down with pairs!), and dislike accumulations or redundancy of most kinds, except for the pairs of cats and dogs who further enhance the likeness of my listing, leaky, spare and shipshape flat to an ark.
    Once in some rest room on the road I saw a sign taped to the paper-towel dispenser: "Why take two when one will do?" -- an adage I've revisited all my life. Thoreau had three chairs, "one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society." Any more chairs would be excessive; as he says, "Furniture! Thank God, I can sit and I can stand without the aid of a furniture warehouse." I have stools that can be sat on or stepped on to reach high shelves; one object with duplicate functions is better than duplicate objects of the same function. (Melville [or Ishmael] pegged most people as "unnecessary duplicates,” a charge I agree with, hoping I'm not one myself.)
    .
    This battered edition of The Portrait bears no ex libris on its endpapers—maybe the reader wasn't acquisitive, or never loaned possessions and had no need to autograph them. I gently riffle through the pages. Out falls a bookmark: a yellowed business card in Gothic print, with an obsolete exchange (“Chelsea 3”). The pages are well underlined and annotated. Curious, I peruse the marked passages and the meticulous marginalia, much of it familiar. "Isabel as America"--I noted that here and there too. Where Miss Archer says: “I shall never make any one a martyr,” the reader wryly jotted “except yourself”; my annotation of that line, felt with no less a pang, merely intones “IRONY.”
    Evidence of someone else's finely-stitched absorption makes me take home the wrecked book intact. I park it between the other two copies, with their different introductions, footnotes and end notes; and their unique personal embellishments, including the odd old bookmarks they came with, which remind me somehow of pressed flowers. The editions seem to form a strange camaraderie of appreciation, and confer in an ironic, mutually exclusive way: a kind of book club just for books. The one copy is for solitude; the second for company; the third for a book club. Come to think of it, I have duplicates and triplicates of other titles I couldn't resist stowing like shipboard commodities, enough to last the lifelong voyage. Meanwhile, I know people getting their reading now on Kindle. No eccentric bookmarks required.
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    Posted by Jane on 8:03 PM | Comments (0) Post Comments





     
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