August 20, 2010
posted by Heather McShane
Why I Am Not a Painter
by Frank O’Hara
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
“Sit down and have a drink” he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. “You have SARDINES in it.”
“Yes, it needed something there.”
“Oh.” I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. “Where’s SARDINES?”
All that’s left is just
letters, “It was too much,” Mike says.
But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven’t mentioned
orange yet. It’s twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike’s painting, called SARDINES.
August 11, 2010
posted by Heather McShane
ailuromancy: divination by the actions of a familiar cat
aleuromancy: divination by flour or messages baked in cakes
armomancy: divination from the shoulders
capnonmancy: divination by smoke, or bursting poppy heads
clauguscience: divination from the taste or smell of a food that isn’t present
gelomancy: divination from laughter
gyromancy: divination by spinning in a circle until dizzy
idolomancy: divination from movie or rock stars
logarthmancy: divination by logarithms
maculomancy: divination from the shape and placement of birthmarks
myomancy: divination by squeaks of mice
nephelomancy: divinations by appearance of clouds
oneiromancy: divination by the interpretation of dreams
onimancy: divination using olive oil to let objects slip through the fingers
pegomancy: divination by bubbles in springs or fountains
philematomancy: divination by kissing
retromancy: divination by looking over one’s shoulder
rhapsodomancy: divination by a book of poetry
stichomancy: divination from random passages in books
thumomancy: divination by intense introspection of one’s own soul
transatuaumancy: divination from chance remarks overheard in a crowd
xenomancy: divination by studying the first stranger to appear
August 1, 2010
posted and written by Heather McShane
Below is the first chapter of Four Corners, a short book I wrote in the fall.
At first, I proceeded cautiously with a story about a harlequin—
Lucera rounded the corner at dusk. What looked to be a box sat propped against a trashcan. As she walked closer, the brown of the box became the back of the box, the delicately papered back of a picture frame.
She noticed dirty cobwebs, around the edges, mostly in the corners. She brushed them off, flicking then shaking her fingers to get them unstuck. The webbed mess floated down onto grasses that sprung through the cracks of the alley. Without really thinking, Lucera used both hands to bring the top of the picture frame to rest against her thighs.
In the dimming light, her eyes searched for a pattern in the picture; she could tell immediately that it wasn’t abstract. She saw the outline of a human figure, a face.
She thought of her sister who had slept on the top bunk in their childhood home. Lucera remembered the first time she saw her sister’s face speaking upside down from the top bunk. It had scared her so much that she laughed.
This memory incited Lucera to turn the painting around in an effort to examine it upright. It was ungainly. After setting it down, she lost her balance a little as she took a step back. She saw the painted figure’s clothing of diamonds connected to diamonds and recognized it as the costume of a harlequin.
Lucera’s thoughts flashed to illustrations of harlequins and sketches of spaces between apartment buildings and to the words “bound and gagged,” which caused her stomach to turn. She wondered, could this be a clue?
Lucera thought about her luck—was it good or bad?—and about how, had she found the picture in the days previous, she might have dismissed it as of a clown or a jester. However, she reasoned, the picture wasn’t then discarded. It still might have hung on someone’s wall, perhaps almost invisible, because it had become so much a part of the surroundings. It was just there, in that space. Lucera asked herself, Why wasn’t it there now? Did that person’s eyes now stop on the brightness in color of the wall where the picture was formerly displayed?
In her limited view of the sky, Lucera noticed the increasing darkness. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and stood transfixed as the phone’s ringing tone filled her head.
July 27, 2010
posted by Heather McShane
I have been feeling nostalgic lately, and the following event at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago—
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The School of the Art Institute of Chicago
280 S. COLUMBUS DRIVE
Gather downstairs outside of the performance space, room 012
25 participants of the three-week summer course devoted to abandoned practices and endangered uses have been engaged in research, performance, installation, and writing projects, with teachers Matthew Goulish, Lin Hixson, and Mark Jeffery, and TA James Smith. You are invited to attend presentations on Wednesday, July 28, devised in response to the form of the Chautauqua Assembly, a traveling rural adult education institution, the popularity of which peaked in the late 1800s. Sharing the theme of useful knowledge, the four presentations of 18 or 21 minutes in length each weave a series of strictly timed original responses to subjects such as “the concussion theory of rainmaking” and “the ducking-stool,” in alternating presentational modes of expert lecture, traveling exhibition, educational performance, and entertainment performance. An informal reception will follow.
—reminded me that a former professor of mine named Dr. Carrol Peterson had a great influence on me as an undergraduate at Doane College, a small liberal arts college in Nebraska.
Dr. Peterson encouraged me to write and to teach writing from the very first English class I had with him, which was compositional writing my Freshman year. But it wasn’t until the spring semester of my junior year that I realized I hadn’t the patience to memorize scientific names and data and should therefore not be a biology major—I was more interested in the biology experience (the stuff that appeared under microscopes; the organisms floating in formaldehyde in jars as well as the cadaver in the room where I had cleaned test tubes, Erlenmeyer flasks, Petri dishes, etc., as a work/study student; the “head” room, a small wood-paneled conference room on which walls hung the heads of various ungulates)—and I became an English major, taking around six literature courses taught by Dr. Peterson and attending parties at his and his wife’s house, most notably the one given after a reading by poet Hayden Carruth, whose book Scrambled Eggs & Whiskey gives you an idea of Carruth’s predilection.
And with the announcement of the Chautauqua event at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, I remembered with fondness seeing Dr. Peterson perform as Jack London and Walt Whitman in the Great Plains Chautauqua. (First he would perform as the literary character then answer questions as the character then answer any further questions as himself.) I found the below video of him as Thomas Paine:
Dr. Peterson has since retired from teaching (not from performing in Chautauquas) and lives in Maryland with his wife. I am still in contact with him and actually owe him a letter(!), which I plan to write after attending the performance event on Wednesday.
July 26, 2010
posted and written and drawn by Heather McShane
July 24, 2010
posted by Heather McShane
I recently discovered ubu, which, first of all, is a pretty satisfying word to say over and over again (ubu ubu ubu ubu ubu ubu ubu ubu) and, second of all, hosts a large collection of visual, concrete, and sound poetry—and other avant garde delights. For example, you can find this video about Ruth and Marvin Sackner’s amazing archive of concrete/visual poetry, featuring Tom Phillips (artist of The Humument); in the video, Phillips plays ping-pong with Marvin Sackner!