#edwin frank

[grandhotelabyss]

If you haven't yet read it, the Edwin Frank interview in the point mag is up your alley, I think. Blake Smith, god bless him, might have steered me in the wrong direction about nyrb classics

Thanks! Yes, a lot of good stuff in there. I like how they start by talking about The Hall of Uselessness, also one of my favorite NYRBs. And then the last few answers: all the civilized, knowingly world-weary complaints (the novel is dead, the MFA programs are awful) at once uttered and dismissed as obvious, not worth repeating. (My case for the continued relevance of the novel is one neither the interviewer not Frank state, however: it's not for the present but the future. Otherwise how will our successors know we were here, how we lived?) I am still thinking about this, which is maybe too European for me:

Writers are not truth-tellers, they are witnesses to the event of their own gift, finally impersonal. Which consumes them. Which may sound romantic. It is, in fact, the least romantic thing in the world.

I like the part about Ulysses:

Ulysses is a place and climate and you have to allow yourself to live there to get a real sense of it. That’s one of the ways it’s essentially different from, say, Mrs. Dalloway, which remains a representation of experience, something that exists at an appreciable, ponderable remove. Ulysses by contrast is an experience in its own right and like experience remains in many ways private, to the author, to the reader: it’s not there to be made sense of entirely, though it is certainly there to enjoy and wonder at. Notoriously, Woolf hated the book—she thought it was, I’m pretty sure this is her word, “underbred,” pointlessly dirty and showy. Woolf thought it was offensive among other things that Joyce imposed his privacy on his audience. Pun intended.

A piece of advice I took to heart years ago came from the critic and poet Donald Davie, who said about Pound’s Cantos: Read them fast. Read them till patterns begin to form in the blur. Don’t nail down the references and try to add them all up.

Read it fast: as advice for Ulysses, this can't be overstated. (It's what Ellen Chandler tells Ash del Greco in Major Arcana: "I recommend just letting it wash over you the first time".) I'll have to try it with The Cantos someday. And, speaking of Pound, the passages on anti-Semitism, on Bellow and Cohen. And about how "the imaginative horizon of the modern world is female." And about the paradox of our inheriting an avant-garde tradition. And his statement, which I myself am always saying: "it's a stagnant period."

I'm not sure the conversation disproves Blake's point about the high-handed attitude with which a certain style of forgotten classic, often in translation, is suddenly forced on us—I don't need to see the hideous phrase "blue lard" again for a while—but it's good to know what a civilized sensibility lies behind the enterprise.

[bat-rot]

Procrastinating writing . Did more dead boy detectives as tweets

[pissworm39]

something that will forever be funny to me is conservatives getting mad about green day being anti-trump. it's been 20 years and you still haven't understood the whole point of american idiot??

[geekynerfherder]

'Gulliver Of Mars' by Frank Frazetta.

Cover art for the 1964 paperback edition of the novel 'Gulliver Of Mars', written by Edwin L Arnold.

[dabiconcordia]

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king— And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. By Edwin Arlington Robinson

[saltavenegar]

I’d feel bad for anyone who doesn’t want to enjoy their ice cream so early in the morning

[grxtsch]

edwin portrait bc i just found the og photo a few days ago :3

[portraituresque]

Frank Edwin Scott - Self portrait

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

art history album moodboard – dance fever by florence + the machine

The Flamenco Dancer – Leopold Schmutzler // The Queen in “Hamlet” – Edwin Austin Abbey // Vanity – Frank Cadogan Cowper // Play of the Nereides – Arnold Böcklin // A Still Life of Tulips, Roses, Bluebells, a Peony, and Other Flowers in a Glass Roemer on a Wooden Ledge with a Dragonfly – Jacob van Hilsdonck // Yseult – Frank Bernard Dicksee // The Course of Empire: Destruction – Thomas Cole // Vanity – Frank Cadogan Cowper // Dance to the Music of Time – follower of Laurent de la Hyre // Marie Camargo – Nicolas Lancret // Ulysses and the Sirens – Herbert James Draper // Cassandra – Evelyn De Morgan // El Jaleo – John Singer Sargent // The Course of Empire: The Consummation of Empire – Thomas Cole // The Flamenco Dancer – Leopold Schmutzler

[miss-lauryn-hill]

FRANK OCEAN || NOVACANE (2011)

[marvelousmrm]

Marvel Two-in-One #51 (Gillis/Miller, May 1979). Frank Miller does glorious, moody work for Ben’s floating poker game!

[pissworm39]

Insomniac sounds how gender dysphoria feels and I don't know how else to describe it

[agirlwithmagicpals]

muppet moodboards

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

polarity

Edwin Austin Abbey (1852-1911) | In Awe

[Guillaume Gris]

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“There is in each of us an ancient force that takes and an ancient force that gives. A man finds little difficulty facing that place within himself where the taking force dwells, but it’s almost impossible for him to see into the giving force without changing into something other than man. For a woman, the situation is reversed…These things are so ancient within us…that they’re ground into each separate cell of our bodies…It’s as easy to be overwhelmed by giving as by taking.”

― Frank Herbert, Dune

[mariocki]

The Black Room (1982)

"I just want to know one thing up front: are there any restrictions?"

"Restrictions? No, none. This isn't the YMCA."