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[Essay]
keeping time
By Sarah Manguso, from Ongoingness: The End
of a Diary, out in March from Graywolf Press.
Manguso is the author of several books, including
The Guardians and The Two Kinds of Decay.
I started keeping a diary twenty-five years ago.
Its 800,000 words long.
I didnt want to lose anything. That was
my main problem. I couldnt face the end of a
day without a record of everything that had
ever happened.
I wrote about myself so I wouldnt become
paralyzed by ruminationso I could stop
thinking about what had happened and be
done with it.
More than that, I wrote so I could say I was
truly paying attention. Experience in itself
wasnt enough. The diary was my defense
against waking up at the end of my life and realizing Id missed it.
Imagining life without the diary, even one
week without it, spurred a panic that I might as
well be dead.
The trouble was that there was so much I
failed to record.
Id write about a few moments, but the surrounding timethere was too much of it! So
much apparent nothing I ignored, which I treated
as empty time between the memorable moments.
Despite my continuous effortin public, in
private, in the middle of the night, in moving
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County Line, a painting by Martin Mull, whose work was on view in January at Ben Brown Fine Arts in London.
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[Rejoinder]
fleshdance
By Carolee Schneemann, in response to a letter she
received from Mette Ingvartsen, a Danish choreographer, included in PAJ: A Journal of Performance
and Art, volume 36, number 1. Schneemann is most
famous for Meat Joy, a 1964 work in which seminude
performers rubbed raw meat over their bodies.
Ingvartsen asked Schneemann to remake Meat Joy
to show how the performance would transform
completely ... with older bodies.
ear Mette,
Thank you for your very thoughtful, engaging
letter. Unfortunately, or inevitably, most of my
splendid participants are dead. Others are somewhat
incapacitated, or completely overwhelmed with
their own work, or have disappeared into the desert
or mountains, and I cannot locate them. Somehow,
it is never made very clear that by the time youre
in your sixties or seventies, people have lost flexibility, mobility, and the sort of ecstatic sensuality that
is best communicated by young bodies. Men typically lose their hair, usually womens hair will thin,
and if you look closely you will see there is often
almost a bald spot at the top of their heads. Womens
breasts have moved down toward their waists and
are wrinkled; mens breasts usually acquire a layer
of fat, as does their stomach. Female upper arms
almost always have a flabby layer. Many mens do as
well. Viagra is very popular. If women in their sixties
and seventies remain genitally viabledesiring,
lubricating, and muscularthe Venus mound has
nevertheless put on a layer of fat. For both sexes,
their knees will be intensely wrinkled, and unless
they exercise consistently, ankles weaken, and their
feet are invaded by arthritic disturbances.
We never wonder why old people walk around
in slippers and flat shoes. They are content to
miss our raves, dancing parties, pot-smoking
celebrations.... The exquisite ballerina who is
eighty, the irrepressible mountain climber who is
ninety, the sixty-five-year-old Hollywood star
surrounded by lovers.... What do they represent?
An exceptional displacement of reality, a fantasy
of younger people who can never imagine they
will become old, and the kind of physical adventure that process will entail. Popular culture only
introduces subjects of aging or old age as anomalous, sorrowful, or ridiculously optimistic.
Mette, do not try to re-create Meat Joy!
With all best wishes,
Carolee
[Curation]
notion picture
industry
By Patton Oswalt, from Silver Screen Fiend, to be
published next month by Scribner. In memory of
Sherman Torgan, an L.A. theater owner, Oswalt
imagined a months worth of titles to play in a
netherworld movie palace.
Blood Meridian (1988, dir: Terrence Malick,
starring Gene Hackman, Barry Brown, and
Marlon Brando)
Malicks four-and-a-half-hour Blood Meridian, partially financed by star Marlon Brando
(he sold off his island), is at once the best
western, the best historical movie, and the
best horror movie ever made. Brando underwent sumo-wrestler training and had his head,
eyebrows, and body completely waxed to play
the massive, hairless, indestructible Judge
Holden. The Comanche-attack sequence is
both beautiful and nearly unwatchable. Watch
Barry Brown carefully during the final confrontation scene in Fort Griffin. He had himself hypnotized. Despite the on-screen tension,
Hackman and Brando were fast friends on set.
The meteor showers that open and close the
film were real.
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