tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632029549152237270.post1008610481608154968..comments2023-11-03T03:46:35.665-07:00Comments on Tom Russell: Notes from the Borderland: Jesus and Johnny Cash (Sabakh)Tom Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03134977181127153226noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632029549152237270.post-15295919487563475432010-08-23T11:09:06.595-07:002010-08-23T11:09:06.595-07:00Hello .. I am truly grateful with those responsibl...Hello .. I am truly grateful with those responsible for creating this blog, reading is something that I enjoy very much, for this reason, I have a habit to read articles like this every day. The theme was really interesting, as the content. Some time ago I attended a conference called <a href="http://www.costaricaindex.com/costa-rica-real-estate/" title="guanacaste costa rica real estate" rel="nofollow">guanacaste costa rica real estate</a>, this conference was very creative, and also developed similar themes to those discussed on this blog.willyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02443595474867404061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632029549152237270.post-56922636902835370682009-03-02T20:18:00.000-08:002009-03-02T20:18:00.000-08:00Regarding the appearance of things [and truth]The ...Regarding the appearance of things [and truth]<BR/><BR/>The following sums it up quite well:<BR/><BR/>" [...] I consider all painting free. As far as I am concerned, geometric shapes are not neccessarily clear. When things are circumspect or physically clear, it is purely an optical phenomenon. It is a form of uncertainty; it is like accounting for something. It is like drawing something that then is bookkeeping. Bookkeeping is the most unclear thing. " -Willem de Kooning<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>From: Willem de Kooning Works /Writings / Interviews <BR/>Sally Yard<BR/><BR/>" Gentle, deep poetry . . . refined irony emanate from Manuel Alvarez Bravo's photographs like particles suspended in the air that reveal a ray of light penetrating <BR/>the shadows of a dark room . . . Manuel's photopoetry <BR/>does not use fully orchestrated chiaroscuros, or even blacks or whites when he converses with death or offers us the splendid perfume of spilled hot blood. <BR/><BR/>Diego Rivera<BR/>From: Manuel Alvarez Bravo Photopoetry<BR/><BR/>These were taken from two books I have just finished reading. <BR/> <BR/>Willem de Kooning, stowaway on a ship from Holland then cast off in America ( which was not his original intended destination ) started out in America as a house painter, <BR/>then a sign painter and on and on finally ending in abstraction. His comments on and jealousy of Pollock and his wrestling matches with Pollock are openly revealed in his own words. Pollock's anti-academia bent explained. The eloquence of De Kooning's " Woman, 1965 " to the simple beauty of " Untitled I, 1985 demonstrate the range of my enjoyment of his wor <BR/><BR/>Examples of Photopoetry:<BR/><BR/>" If you want to see the invisible, carefully observe the <BR/> visible. " - Talmud<BR/><BR/>" . . . the other side of this side. - Octavio Paz<BR/><BR/> A few choice photographs:<BR/><BR/><BR/>Caja de visiones / Box of visions 1938<BR/>Fiesta en el pueblo, Chiapas / Holy Week in Chiapas 1972<BR/>Violin huicho / Huicho violin 1965<BR/>Acordeonista / Accordionist 1995<BR/>El eclipse / The eclipse 1933<BR/><BR/>All of the above demonstrates that which transcends, like <BR/>where Tom Russell takes me so often in his music and to <BR/>where he leads me to the trailhead of the trusted routes of <BR/>a kinship of artists. A blood stronger than law . . .<BR/>That which transcends ego that clings to us like flesh to <BR/>the bone. Our humanity and mystery and that mingling of that which we cannot touch, that pulls us on . . . like a song.<BR/><BR/>- saddle tramp<BR/><BR/>Holding in South Saint Paul, MinnesotaSaddle Tramphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15640646036914910941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632029549152237270.post-7391508085019418652009-03-01T09:08:00.000-08:002009-03-01T09:08:00.000-08:00There's always an agenda and nothing is pure. That...There's always an agenda and nothing is pure. That's why we turn to art for transcendence. If it's good, if it's profound, it exceeds the meaning imparted by the artist and spins dangerously out of control.<BR/><BR/>And it's when that happens that some form of Truth is glimpsed.editorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18298399110078317876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632029549152237270.post-18925974544782832552009-02-26T02:32:00.000-08:002009-02-26T02:32:00.000-08:00Kia ora Tom,Amen.Cheers,RobbKia ora Tom,<BR/>Amen.<BR/>Cheers,<BR/>RobbRuahineshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09398484733805119294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632029549152237270.post-12937128417243444142009-02-24T20:43:00.000-08:002009-02-24T20:43:00.000-08:00Tom . . . I would never become entangled in a n...Tom . . . <BR/>I would never become entangled in a net of immoveable dogma. I will decide the world upon my own inspection. As Rosanne Cash said " you cannot hasten one's own enlightenment ". Neither will I question Christ's selection of the choir boys as described. St. Francis ( as far from dogma as you can get ) and a true outsider poet whose followers were considered idiots, is unmatched in my opinion if you truly want to take that path. We know the false voices and those locking themselves in rooms without windows or mirrors. " Man is born free, and everywhere he <BR/>is in chains " said Rousseau. The best have lined up with their songs, their paintings or their words and efforts to get themselves and maybe [ us ] a little closer to it. We know <BR/>conversion at gunpoint does not work. Rather than <BR/>illuminate people, their great effort seemed to be to subjugate them, to create slaves who think they are free. <BR/>When facts fail, fall back on faith. Facts first. To what you <BR/>think you can see now. I take it on faith that you are accurate in your Gnostic Gospel spiel. I never refuse the <BR/>counsel of wisdom and when something works for me I stay with it until I find better. I might find that anywhere. In <BR/>a brothel or in a church or perhaps the Norton Simon <BR/>Museum in Pasadena that I spent Monday afternoon at. Leaving it a better person then when I went in. I decide <BR/>what moves me. Only the refinement of exposure can alter <BR/>what that might be. Genius is [G] od revealed. That is my religion. The rest of it is land mines to keep us on our toes. <BR/>Like politics, the same goes for religion. The world can't seem to live with it or without it. Thoughts of Lenny Bruce and the serpents and Religion, Inc. The Jesuits got it. Thomas Merton got it and I get it. We all fall short . . . <BR/>That I do know for sure. I also know I ain't no joiner. <BR/>Trabajo solamente. I do enjoy good company though and I <BR/>do enjoy this " blogula " and the last thing I would ever <BR/>push is religion or politics. Quicksand without a rope. Losing my religion? I can't go that far. The administrators of truth ( may or may not ) be tainted, but the truth cannot <BR/>be shackled or hobbled without it's permission. The absense of God might just be the most important thing. You<BR/> want your freedom and training wheels too? I call it chaos with stop lights. With limits. Organized chaos if you will. <BR/>Paradox will put you on the ropes everytime. Keep swingin'. <BR/><BR/>Vaya con Dios mi compadre Tomas . . .<BR/><BR/><BR/> -saddle tramp <BR/>Poems that run on diesel . . .<BR/><BR/>Via: The Valley of San JoaquinSaddle Tramphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15640646036914910941noreply@blogger.com