“You will be too much for some people. Those aren’t your people.”
- Glennon Doyle Melton
“Art takes time,” writes Jeanette Winterson in “Art Objects,” like the evolution of the alphabet or 60 years of intimate portraits of your lover, and love too takes time in that instant on an October afternoon in the lobby of a symphony hall before I knew her coming-of-person novel “Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit” then shortly after meeting Jennifer and Hemingway’s “Garden of Eden” and the poem, stink, and grating noise of weekend drives to Monterrey and that afternoon lunch in a place just north of Napa where you could order a burrito as a side and fall into discussions of the poetry of Frank O’Hara and how these were set to music by Morton Feldman in 1973 and I don’t want to lose these memories or “That Feel” that Tom Wait’s croons about tenderly at the end of “Bone Machine” but I can’t get the images of Lupercalia and the origin of Valentines Day out of my mind, this day that’s been dedicated to love, to fertility, to the mating season of birds, to ritual sacrifice, to the supplantation of pagan ritual, so it’s easy to understand why even living “Among the Immortals” that they live by the code: “Only Lovers Left Alive.”
So, let me explain:
A fascinating look at the blood ritual sex magic origins of Valentine’s Day.
Jeannette Winterson’s “Art Objects,” and I read the word “objects” here as a noun and a verb, is a sparkling collection of thoughts on art and our human relationship to it. “If you can love a Hockney (brightly colored paintings of things you can understand), you can love a Pollock (generally muted colors representing things that only music described before he invented action painting).”
Also by Winterson, is this fantastic coming of age story of a young (obviously) lesbian who discovers that “Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit.”
I just finished reading again Paul Lake’s novel “Among the Immortals” which is very geeky for poetry enthusiasts who love the Lake Poets (Byron, Shelly (Mary and Pearcy), Keats) and don’t mind the idea that they may be vampires.
Speaking of love stories, one of my favorite love stories to art, and the idea of eternal love, is Jim Jarmusch’s fairly recent film “Only Lovers Left Alive.” It’s a love story where the lovers happen to be vampires.
It’s occured to me that I’ve made an alliterative mistake on the holiday today. It’s Valentines, not Vampires. And so it is.
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This podcast is a personal journal I record this podcast on my bicycle ride into the office every Monday and Thursday on topics of personal productivity, creativity, cinema, literature, music, and bicycle commuting.
3.17 The Bloody and Lovely Origins of Valentine’s Day - Turns out that Valentine’s Day isn’t a “greeting card” holiday after all. It’s history includes martyred saints, army recruiting, Roman gods, ritual sacrifice, personal sacrifice…you’re just going to have to listen.
3.16 I Think I Don’t Understand My Relationship With Success - I’m working hard right now to create a routine for creative work but when I have a couple of successful days in a row I seem to sabotage myself. Got any suggestions?
3.15 Breaking the Cycles (Not the Bicycles, The Bad Habits) - Here’s how I’m dealing with my habit of over drinking and breaking the cycles of escapism so I can get back to living my life.How do you deal with uncertainty in your life? If you have any hints, I’d love to hear.
3.14 How Do You Get to Be You? Are You? - How many licks does it take to get to the existential tootsie pop center that is you? And, I love my Brooks butt glove. Here’s the video of Shantell Martin that I mention in this episode.
3.13 The World Isn’t Really Against You. Most Likely. - How do you get back to your ride, your thing-that-you-love-to-do, even when it’s not working or you fall off your bike? Oh! I’ve got two great winter bicycling tips to keep you warm and come home to a clean house.