After Nicaraguan president Daniel Ortega lost his re-election bid in 1990, the eccentric poet and first lady Rosario Murillo told a reporter she was happier with her common-law husband out of power. “I had a series of responsibilities that didn’t let me do art,” she explained.
Jon Rutzmoser’s thin book of poetry packed with thick descriptions of dicks, dire and dramatic Oedipal complexes, heavy-petting psychoanalytic theory references, and Disneyland descriptors made me laugh, pissed me off, had me rolling my eyes, and had me wondering what it means to write poetry today.
Today, Torontonians awoke to a series of fake election signs poking fun at the city’s crack-prone mayor and the sad reality of an elected official who has become a laughing stock around the world.
PARIS — In 1947, at the urging of Paris gallery owner Pierre Loeb, anguished French poet, actor, philosopher, madman, genius, playwright, and director Antonin Artaud fêted Vincent Van Gogh in a bizarre but exquisite text that rails against universal imbecility.
ArtPalestine International is a New York–based cultural organization that facilitates artistic exchange between Palestine and the US, representing artists through exhibitions and collaborations with museums, art spaces, and other nonprofits. How Green Was My Valley opens April 3 at Whitebox Art Center and runs through April 27, 2014.
The question of how our creative forebears organized their time makes for fascinating fodder. This is the subject of Mason Currey’s 2013 book Daily Rituals: How Artists Work, which RJ Andrews, of Info We Trust, has now mined to create data visualizations of the daily routines of a number of historic creative figures.
Sorry, I’ve got a lot of work to do …
The NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament is slowly winding down. On another front, the New Craft Artists in Action (NCAA) are basketball fanatics of a different sort. The collective, based in Boston but with tentacles stretching out across the world, is crafting exuberant variants of hand-stitched basketball nets and hanging them on hoops everywhere.
LOS ANGELES — How do we talk about real shit online? In the selfie world, where we become two-dimensional representations of ourselves as we would like to be seen, it’s sometimes not possible to do more than just like, reblog, retweet, ignore, or simply comment.