SOUND: Maya is Flying!

Valerie Simpson:  “Maya is Flying!”

“We stumble & fumble & fall, but we are equipped to fly”


Commentary:  This was the stand out quote from the Maya Angelou Memorial service delivered by Valerie Simpson (read more…)

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How to Draw a Bunny | Ray Johnson

“…[A]n extensive series of interviews and compiled photographs, works of art, home movies, and video to formulate an eloquent, fast-paced narrative that flows like a Jazz ensemble and exposes a tantalizing view of Johnson’s polyvalent life. As the investigating police chief said, “Everyone has a story about Ray Johnson. But no one had the whole story.”


via How to Draw a Bunny | Ray Johnson Estate.


Man of Letters: Ray Johnson

Man of Letters: Ray Johnson Art in Motion

Last year, I taught Ray Johnson’s work to my art-school undergrads in a writing class. They were outraged that they had not heard of him before. We read Frank O’Hara’s poem “The Day Lady Died” too, and the casual name-dropping in that celebrated I-do-this, I-do-that memorandum annoyed them—they didn’t know who Verlaine was, or Hesiod or Lattimore or Behan or Genet, and they practically went to sleep with quandariness in feeling unaddressed. But they adored everything about Johnson, and did not care when they didn’t get his references. They loved how willfully he obstructed his own career. They loved that he dropped hot dogs from a helicopter as part of the 7th Annual New York Avant Garde Festival, 1969. Understanding, as Killian explains, that simply by paying attention they had been recruited into his open-ended pass-it-on experiment, they found his self-annihilation thrilling. Normally, I try to counter young artists’ fantasies about immolation on the pyres of genius. In this case, though, what could I say to talk them out of it? He died coolly, slyly, not only for but in and as his art. In this way, he belongs in a class with Bas Jan Ader, another stubborn true believer lost at sea.

via Man of Letters: Ray Johnson Art in Motion.


Greed & Peace

Greed & Peace preclude each other.


It means: that I want everything for myself; that possessing, not sharing, gives me pleasure; that I must become greedy because if my aim is having, I am more the more I have; that I must feel antagonistic toward all others: my customers whom I want to deceive, my competitors whom I want to destroy, my workers whom I want to exploit. I can never be satisfied, because there is no end to my wishes; I must be envious of those who have more and afraid of those who have less. But I have to repress all these feelings in order to represent myself (to others as well as to myself) as the smiling, rational, sincere, kind human being everybody pretends to be.

— Erich Fromm

‘To Have or To Be’ (1975) p. 5