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Tuesday, May 24, 2005
SAY SO
This blog begins, because I can't comment on Ron Silliman's blog unless I'm a blogger.
My usual blogs are 'Accumulations' http://Tony_Green.typepad.com & 'Pousin's Humour' http://Tony_Green.typepad.com/pouhu [with an underscore thus: Tony_Green}.
'Accumulations' for short local art news items & the poems called 'Accumulations'; 'Poussin's Humour' for my various writings about the French 17th century painter, Nicolas Poussin.
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Recent reading: about ballet in the early 20th century.
It began with buying in an online auction Arnold Haskell's biography of Diaghileff. Then I acquired in 2nd hand bookshops Bronislava Nijinska's Early Memoirs [518pp will do nicely for my next long plane trip] & Alexandre Benois's Reminiscences of the Ballet [I am reading now]; & from the University library Tamar Karsavina's Theatre street ; Joan Acocella's edition of Nijinsky's Diary; & André Levinson's Dance, Writings from Paris in the Twenties, with an intropdution by Joan Acocella. In all this, the themes of twentieth century modernism keep appearing, -- expression, form, national folk art, primitivism, autonomy of the medium, originality and tradition, not only in memoirs of the developments of Daighilev's Ballet Russe, of Benois, Bakst and Fokine, of Nijinsky, of Anna Pavlova, but also, and especially, in the critical writings of Levinson, his fomalist argument produces insightful technical descriptions.
The event of the day was Atlas Concrete bringing a truck down our communal drive [which serves 4 houses and 8 flats]. The concrete was for construction on the building site on the other side of the drive. We had understood the contractors were not going ot use our drive for that. Two of my neighbours complained to the driver about using our drive without permission. A young builder came and swore at them. They came to fetch me as reinforcement. But the foreman explained the situation to us and it does appear the operation was all quite legitimate. Meanwhile my cup of tea got cold.
Variation on dreaming I am dreaming last night. In my dream, I was searching for a bag I'd left somewhwere, cdnt remember where, got lost etc. I asked myself, isn't this really a dream? and everything seemed so much in its usual order in broad daylight that I answered: no it's not. So I was a little surprised when I woke up and found it was still night, tho the moon was near full and its light coming in my bedroom window. And furthermore the bag I lost on Friday last week was found again.
My usual blogs are 'Accumulations' http://Tony_Green.typepad.com & 'Pousin's Humour' http://Tony_Green.typepad.com/pouhu [with an underscore thus: Tony_Green}.
'Accumulations' for short local art news items & the poems called 'Accumulations'; 'Poussin's Humour' for my various writings about the French 17th century painter, Nicolas Poussin.
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Recent reading: about ballet in the early 20th century.
It began with buying in an online auction Arnold Haskell's biography of Diaghileff. Then I acquired in 2nd hand bookshops Bronislava Nijinska's Early Memoirs [518pp will do nicely for my next long plane trip] & Alexandre Benois's Reminiscences of the Ballet [I am reading now]; & from the University library Tamar Karsavina's Theatre street ; Joan Acocella's edition of Nijinsky's Diary; & André Levinson's Dance, Writings from Paris in the Twenties, with an intropdution by Joan Acocella. In all this, the themes of twentieth century modernism keep appearing, -- expression, form, national folk art, primitivism, autonomy of the medium, originality and tradition, not only in memoirs of the developments of Daighilev's Ballet Russe, of Benois, Bakst and Fokine, of Nijinsky, of Anna Pavlova, but also, and especially, in the critical writings of Levinson, his fomalist argument produces insightful technical descriptions.
The event of the day was Atlas Concrete bringing a truck down our communal drive [which serves 4 houses and 8 flats]. The concrete was for construction on the building site on the other side of the drive. We had understood the contractors were not going ot use our drive for that. Two of my neighbours complained to the driver about using our drive without permission. A young builder came and swore at them. They came to fetch me as reinforcement. But the foreman explained the situation to us and it does appear the operation was all quite legitimate. Meanwhile my cup of tea got cold.
Variation on dreaming I am dreaming last night. In my dream, I was searching for a bag I'd left somewhwere, cdnt remember where, got lost etc. I asked myself, isn't this really a dream? and everything seemed so much in its usual order in broad daylight that I answered: no it's not. So I was a little surprised when I woke up and found it was still night, tho the moon was near full and its light coming in my bedroom window. And furthermore the bag I lost on Friday last week was found again.
Posted by: Tony Green / 2:04 PM 
