Thursday, August 07, 2008



pre-Rockford James Garner as Phillip Marlowe from 1969, with Bruce Lee & Rita Moreno, on TCM tomorrow night. No "Long Goodbye" but not bad, either, while waiting for a cool cross breeze to find you. Preceded by his decent dog mystery "They Only Kill Their Masters"....

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Tuesday, August 05, 2008









Lower mainland & Ladysmith trees


Anne Bancroft day on TCM tomorrow--don't miss her in Jack Clayton's Pinter-scripted "Pumpkin Eater" if you get a chance--

"After her Oscar win, Bancroft fought for the plum leading role in this superbly directed and written adaptation of Penelope Mortimer’s novel, a nearly impenetrable portrait of a compulsively child-bearing woman fighting her way through a clinical depression. Bancroft’s performance here is nearly impenetrable, too; she’s so immersed in creating the extreme of this woman’s lower-than-low mood that sometimes her face is nothing but a tragic mask with the merest glimmers of legible emotion behind her liquid, widely spaced dark eyes. In flashbacks to happier times, Bancroft’s eyes squeeze shut whenever she’s taken with one of her overcome, juicy smiles, but this same smile turns into a choked grimace when she breaks down in Harrods department store: in extreme close-up, tears streaming down her face unconsciously, Bancroft laughs and strangles out nonsense words, as if she’s being pulled in two different directions at once (once, I watched The Pumpkin Eater with someone who had suffered a breakdown, and they said that Bancroft’s Harrods breakdown scene was the most accurate physical rendition of this sort of illness that they had ever seen).

Deploying a light British accent seems to focus and lighten Bancroft’s effects here, so that she feasts on Harold Pinter’s suggestive dialogue in the most disciplined way. At the same time, she dives into the more unappealing aspects of the role without even thinking of flinching, beating the hell out of her straying husband (Peter Finch), descending into the most unattractive depths of self-pity, and finally smiling with mingled hope, agony and outright madness in her last close-up. This is the kind of performance that can inspire awe; God only knows what Bancroft had to dig up to get to the emotion of that Harrods breakdown. In this film, she’s like a heavyweight champion defending her title with punches so hard that they seem to come from some primordial place; it remains her most ambitious, most mysterious work..."

Monday, August 04, 2008

Saturday, August 02, 2008



Georgia Russell - Livrés au scalpel
"Georgia Russell is a Scottish artist who uses a scalpel instead of a brush or a pen, creating constructions that transform found ephemera, such as books, music scores, maps, newspapers, currency and photographs. Represented by England & Co, she exhibited recent works in the gallery's December exhibition. She currently has three works included in the Holland Paper Biennial at the Coda Museum. Russell's next major exhibition will be held at England & Co in early 2009, and she will also have some works in the gallery's Summer Exhibition in July/August this year."

(thx LB)

Friday, August 01, 2008

Thursday, July 31, 2008







thanks ::: wood s lot ::: for more "Briggs & Stratton" linkage

&
Roy Arden for new engine images...


view of our valley from the garden of the Beck Lake Bed and Breakfast and Luxury Guest House, which sits on the ridge above the manse...







Local trees

"Nixonland" author Rick Perlstein's interesting list of Five Political Films...



Wednesday, July 30, 2008


COLTER JACOBSON
NARCISSUS BAY, CAMP CATARACT

Guest curated by Aaron Peck


31 July - 31 August, 2008
Opening reception Thursday, 31 July, 2008, 7 - 9pm


CSA Space
#5 - 2414 Main Street
Vancouver, British Columbia
V5T 3E2
info@csaspace.ca

See Pulpfiction Books, 2422 Main Street, for keys and directions.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008



Canadian Beavers & Vermeer's Hat


"In the case of the painting I have just described, that lovingly textured broad-brimmed hat opens a door which leads from Vermeer's Delft westwards across the Atlantic Ocean to Canada, where buccaneering adventurers like Samuel de Champlain - leader of a French mission seeking a northwest passage through the Great Lakes to the Pacific in the 1600s - exchanged beaver pelts for firearms with the Huron chiefs to finance their journeys. Back in Europe, the underfur of those much-sought-after pelts was stewed in copper acetate and mercury-laced glue to make the very best felt for the most fashionable hats..."


very kind review of my book "The Age of Briggs & Stratton" at Isola di Rifiuti
buy it here

Monday, July 28, 2008

I tot I taw a Creeley tat



"The Warning

For love – I would
split open your head and put
a candle in
behind the eyes.

Love is dead in us
if we forget
the virtues of an amulet
and quick surprise."


Sunday, July 27, 2008



two views of Mt. Etna from Mongibeddu




Robert Pogue Harrison on gardens--
"Gardening, like art, can counter the frenzy of our age, which is characterized by an aggravated consumerism that entails as its necessary correlate endless production and endless productivity. The daily turbulence that today’s capitalist economy requires militates against the sanctuaries of repose that I discuss throughout the book, of which gardens are typically a figure. My last chapter is titled “The Paradox of the Age.” The paradox is that, while the system is in a complete frenzy, what seems to be driving it is a desire to re-create a passive Edenic condition in which all the fruits of the earth will be provided for without care, labor, or pain—as if we could be consumer enjoyers of endless bounty. But the stories and myths that have come down to us through the ages, and which I treat in my book, tell us that the true source of human happiness is not consumption but cultivation, is not passive gratification but the assumption of active responsibility. That is why it’s all the more important to revisit the myth of Eden and to relearn its lesson, which I take to be the lesson of care. In my reading, the Eden story tells us that we needed to get out of that sterile, deathless environment in order to realize our human potential as mothers, fathers, husbandmen, statesmen, artists, friends, and caretakers of the earth..."