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random melancholia
Nov. 20th, 2012 09:02 amI have been letting the Slavic spam comments* attached to randomly selected ancient entries pile up in this journal (they are screened so no one but the writer of the joculum journal need suffer through them) but they serve as a melancholy reminder of how many odds and ends (mostly odds, a few ends) have simply dropped into the vortex of past posts, headed by unhelpful subject titles. [*which suggests a Monty Python sketch that does not exist but ought to]
Some such, I hope, include the URLs for some wondrous blogs with which I have lost touch because I never got beyond bookmarking them on machines to which I no longer have access.
This pointless aside is occasioned by re-reading the ending of W. G. Sebald's The Rings of Saturn, with its incredible set piece on sericulture and Sir Thomas Browne's Musæum Clausum, which taken together are enough to make me want to find out how much of his history of silk production in central Europe is totally made up, like Thomas Pynchon's Kirghiz Light.
So often the most ludicrous-sounding histories are totally factual, and need only to be arranged in the proper order to bring their intrinsic absurdity to the fore. (At this, Sebald was a master.)
Another master of creating fictions based on totally authentic pairings and repairings is about to have an exhibition in Atlanta at {Poem 88}:
EK Huckaby: The Ocean Casts the Greatest Shadow
December 15, 2012 to February 2, 2013
opening reception: Saturday, January 5, 2013 at 7pm
http://www.poem88.net/exhibitions_future.html
EK Huckaby brings his inimitable paintings and assemblages back to {Poem88} for his second solo exhibition. Working from found images from out-of-print tomes of Near Eastern travel, the behavior of honey-bees, and 19th century inventions, Huckaby gives a glimpse into the mysteries and travails of early modernity. In his carefully translucent images, Huckaby congeals extinct animals, light bulbs, and fruit markets, alike, in his home-made concoctions of Old World glazes. Huckaby, whose career enters its third decade, persists in exploring the possibilities of painting to evoke hidden worlds and poetic interpretation.
Some such, I hope, include the URLs for some wondrous blogs with which I have lost touch because I never got beyond bookmarking them on machines to which I no longer have access.
This pointless aside is occasioned by re-reading the ending of W. G. Sebald's The Rings of Saturn, with its incredible set piece on sericulture and Sir Thomas Browne's Musæum Clausum, which taken together are enough to make me want to find out how much of his history of silk production in central Europe is totally made up, like Thomas Pynchon's Kirghiz Light.
So often the most ludicrous-sounding histories are totally factual, and need only to be arranged in the proper order to bring their intrinsic absurdity to the fore. (At this, Sebald was a master.)
Another master of creating fictions based on totally authentic pairings and repairings is about to have an exhibition in Atlanta at {Poem 88}:
EK Huckaby: The Ocean Casts the Greatest Shadow
December 15, 2012 to February 2, 2013
opening reception: Saturday, January 5, 2013 at 7pm
http://www.poem88.net/exhibitions_future.html
EK Huckaby brings his inimitable paintings and assemblages back to {Poem88} for his second solo exhibition. Working from found images from out-of-print tomes of Near Eastern travel, the behavior of honey-bees, and 19th century inventions, Huckaby gives a glimpse into the mysteries and travails of early modernity. In his carefully translucent images, Huckaby congeals extinct animals, light bulbs, and fruit markets, alike, in his home-made concoctions of Old World glazes. Huckaby, whose career enters its third decade, persists in exploring the possibilities of painting to evoke hidden worlds and poetic interpretation.
