IT TAKES A(N) (EAST) VILLAGE

My brother-in-law, mild mannered mainstream arbiter of all things real (estate law) and who may or may not be the inspiration for Broken Hallelujah: notes from a marriage’s quite funny–as I have been told–character, Spencer, has managed for the entire fifteen or so years I have known him to somehow NOT share with me the fact that he just so happens to be pretty closely related to a couple of well-regarded super cool and in fact downright famous people.  For starters, there is Julian Schnabel, the multiple award winning artist and filmmaker extraordinaire, who in 1996 wrote and directed one of my favorite biopics of all times, Basquiat; he, it seems, is my brother-in-law’s second cousin.  BUT, I didn’t get to meet him on our recent spring break trip to New York City, so let’s move on…

Next on our familial walk of fame, is Kenneth Goldsmith, the supremely talented, artistically authentic, and fabulously (albeit uniquely) dressed poet, who I did have the honor to not only meet, but to talk with, AND to hear read from his latest work, Seven American Deaths and Disasters, at The Stone–an honest to goodness “art space”–in the East Village.  He had been invited to read as part of, well, this:  THE WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS CENTENNIAL:  As part of a month long celebration of William Burroughs in the East Village, The Stone presents a special two week program of music, film and poetry inspired by and/or dedicated to the work of this radical American genius.  And Goldsmith is a radical American genius in his own right, not so much writing his poems as transcribing them from relevant sources, such as news broadcasts, traffic reports, and his own everyday conversations and experiences. His work is as much about who, what, and how we exist in the world, in the space(s) we occupy, as it is a bridge back to the material of ourselves as we are, on an ongoing basis, being constructed (and deconstructed?)…

And speaking of bridges (Kenneth Goldsmith reading poetry at the White House):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMSvrIPhA4

And he is the current (and first) Poet Laureate at MoMA…

And I sent him a copy of Broken Hallelujah: notes from a marriage in the mail, which he remarked “looks delicious.”  So, in addition to all of his other accomplishments, he is–as it turns out–kind…

As for you, my less than effusive brother-in-law, when once I thought of you as:

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I now realize that you in fact are:

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And that, dear readers, is the superpower of POETRY!

 

 

 

 

 

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