Commentaries - February 2008

Buster Crabbe & John Glenn are the same person

I'm taken by what's been called "pop surrealism." This is recent (post-2000), mostly southern-California and Detroit-area stuff, but its visual basis seems often to combine 1950s-era kitsch advertisement and space-race era forms, modernist design (and coloring), 1960s TV characters, and skeletal or monstrous deformations and grotesques (cute kittens in a basket, but they have three eyes; a monkey with a clown head carrying a trophy and a dented Arthurian sword across a Hudson School landscape).

There's Charles Kraft's carefully made porcelain figure, with hand-painted underglaze: a rabbit with a dagger stuck in its back, 12" tall - called Sal Mineo Bunny (2000).

Larry Reid's essay on pop surrealism says it combines "mid-century dementia" with "bad-ass low brow." He observes about the 1950s what has been said many times before: "Beneath the thin crust of conformity that characterized mid-century America lay a bubbling caldron of weirdness." Well now, in the first decade of the 21st century, mostly young painters have founded an underground art that looks back at the 50s as non-witnesses who see, or try to see, only the surface (and not the psychological or political depth) of that weirdness - who see the 50s through the pop culture of the 60s and don't show any loyalty to the experience of either.

It's a steady diet of drive-in monster movies, Rat Pack playboys, prehistoric fantasy Flinestones immediately following the futurism of the Jetsons, cathode characters, the anti-Comics hysteria, the mayhem of a 1960-era Los Angeles hot-rod emporium - all combined and gone awry.

Tim Biskup's The Demon Painter (2001 - above) is not actually typical of the group, given what I've said above. Yet then again, it is - in a more specifically painterly way. It nods toward the figure-drawing end of the depictive spectrum modernist Paul Klee painted, pushing it toward cartoonishness, adding a little beatnik straggliness, and creates a dark yet comic vision of the artist's position. I've inserted a few figures from Klee here for comparison, "Dancing Girl" and "The Drummer Boy" (both from the
Chicago Institute).

Isabel Samaras (like Biskup, she's from L.A.) does oil on wood - more straightforward remakings of 60s TV. Batman and Robin sharing a French kiss in Secrets of the Batcave part 2 (2002). A Madonna and Child panel in medieval style - except that they are Hollywood-kitch chimps from Planet of the Apes (Behold My Heart of 2003). Then there's the Botticellian Birth of Ginger of 2002 (below). (It takes off, of course, from the 60s TV show, Gilligan's Island, which is a child, in a way, of the boob-tube version of the Beat revolution, via the Maynard G. Krebs-Gilligan equation.)

Robert Williams, one of the artists included in Pop Surrealism, ed. Kirsten Anderson (Ignition Publishing/Last Gasp, 2004), embraces the category "low brow art," offers topsy-turvey phrases such as "dumbing down to DaVinci," describes his California aesthetic origins in comic book art, carnival-show banners from the 1880s through the 1950s, music posters, hot rod and biker art, pin-up art, graffiti and beach-bum graphics and believes that, visually and more generally culturally speaking, Buster Crabbe as Buck Rogers and John Glenn are the same person.

a public language both could have spoken

After listening to PT #3, Louis Cabri wrote us in response to Oppen's use of "Ballad" - not a "realized form" but nonetheless telling:

It's striking ... the way the title refers to the ballad form, a form that remains pointedly unrealized in the poem, of course. That itself, though, the ballad's unrealized form, and moreover its unrealizability in the present tense of the poem, is in part a commentary on the condition of a class that once, when there were astrolabes and lexicons, relied on it to narrate a fictional semblance of their lives. Now that the old ways of "geo-positioning" are gone, we have a flattening-out, as in "To Elsie" earlier in the century, we have a well-spoken man without a story of his trade and times, and we have a wife with only the barest skeleton of a narrative syntax for telling origin stories. Instead of a ballad we get fragments of a ballad-like theme (a poor lobsterman, who has bad teeth, and who has a wife, etc), and fragments of balladic devices (the repetition early on: "a poor lobsterman"). It's saying that once upon a time an anonymous ballad about a lobsterman might well have been told either by a poet or by the islanders themselves. The ballad is a public language both could have spoken, as each is interchangeably a speaker-listener.

like I've just discovered it

We find a quick early response to PT#3 on the blog of Tom Devaney:

"[E]ven though I've read the poem numerous times, I feel like I've just discovered it today because this conversation (and recording of Oppen) sent me back to it. Above all, what I like best about the conversation here is its openness."

...and coming soon

Yes, Charles Bernstein sings Ginsberg singing Blake on the next installment of PoemTalk.

PoemTalk on Oppen released

PoemTalk's third episode - on George Oppen's "Ballad" - is just out. Please have a listen and let me know what you think. As always, I'm at afilreis [at] writing [dot] upenn [dot] edu.