A Convergence
of Convergences:
A Contest.
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Ummm, Excuse Me.
By Lawrence Weschler
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So, dabblers in the Everything that Rises book that launched this whole contest, or else those who might remember my own second interlude from a while back in the contest, which is to say those who will recall this trill of associations:
Venezuelan mountain landscape photographed by Sigfrido Geyer.
Velásquez: Rokeby Venus (c. 1650).
Man Ray: A L'Heure de l'Observatoire: les Amoureux (1933).
Man Ray: Photo of his painting on wall above bed with model.
Chagall: Nu au-dessus de Vitebsk (1933).
... will perhaps share my abashed astonishment at the following ad I happened upon in the recent New York Times Magazine Food Issue:
Ad for Fragoli Imported Liqueur with Wild Strawberries.
UMMM, EXCUSE ME, say I, EXCUSE ME...
To paraphrase a similarly aggrieved John Cuneo, whose letter to the editors of the New Yorker following a similar instance of the seeming bald-faced theft of intellectual property I quoted in the Monica Lewinsky chapter of the aforementioned Everything that Rises volume, if this was my concept, and if one could copyright ideas, you people would be hearing from my lawyer (if I had a lawyer)... that is, as well, if I even believed in the viability of the notion of intellectual property, regarding which I hope every entry in this contest will have given you, my fond readers, pause...
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But anyway, this whole sordid little affair set me to thinking about the whole tradition of nudes as landscapes, and that in turn set me to thinking once again about an especially odd association I'd been entertaining recently, one indeed so odd and unsettling that I'd decided not to burden you, my fond readers, with its exposition. Only, the people at "Fragoli Imported Liqueur with Hand Picked Whole Wild Strawberries" really seem to be forcing my hand.
The point being that a while back the Frick here in New York was playing host for a few months to Norton Simon's incomparable Zurbarán 1633 still life...
Zurbarán, Still Life with Lemons, Oranges, and Rose (1633).
... I'm sorry, but easily one of the most arresting and delectable images of all time,
and one to which I used to repair obsessively during my earlier years living in LA and which even then I'd come to vision in ways I couldn't even precisely articulate (let alone fully fess up to) as one of the most erotic images of all time.
So having it here in town during its Frick sojourn, I had occasion to revisit the painting on several occasions and found myself thinking a good deal about Zurbarán (1598-1664) in relationship to his virtually exact Spanish contemporary Velázquez (1599-1660). Velázquez, of course, came to have the plum job of any painter in Spain, court painter to the king, as such free to paint pretty much anything he wanted, including, as we have seen, the stunning nude now known as the Rokeby Venus. Zurbarán, for his part, was saddled with a much more conservative set of patrons, which is to say the various religious orders who commissioned his by and large extremely somber, constricted (albeit ravishing in their own way) religious canvases devoted to the portrayal of saints, martyrs, madonnas, monks and nuns.
And then, in the midst of all of those, we get that still life with the lemons and oranges and the cup and rose. And I'm sorry, but look again at that painting, those nipply lemons:
In fact, lower down, look how the other nipple veritably kisses its reflection in the metal plate:
And now note how smack in the center of the entire painting we get that navely orange (the navel, precisely of a navel orange):
And then, over to the side, the vaginal cup, with its clitoral handle and its pubic rose:
Such that a good seventeen years before Velázquez, Zurbarán is serving up an erotic allegory every bit as languorously charged as the former's Rokeby.
Or so, anyway, did I find myself becoming increasingly convinced on each fresh visit to the Frick. Though I'd resolved to keep such thoughts to myself (after all, there are only so many loose-synapsed epiphanies with which I feel that I ought have the right to burden the rest of you, my fond readers), until, as I say, along came that Frigoli ad, followed, a few hours later, by my happening upon the following lines in Not-Knowing, a recent miscellany of essays by and interviews with that late great divine, Donald Barthleme, from his introduction to a 1985 book of nudes by Mapplethorpe, Larrain, Turbeville and others, entitled "Exquisite Creatures":
The nude is a variety of still life, and in this genre delicacy of touch is everything, from Zurbarán {!} to Morandi...
(Don't even get me started on Morandi.)
The simplest forms translate into and out of each other, emblems of basic images stamped forever on the mind. It could be argued that Morandi was really painting women, not bottles, and that Mapplethorpe is secretly photographing bottles, not women. We recall that Magritte deftly melded the two forms in his bottle-nude of 1943, Femme-bouteille.
So what's a poor guy to do?
I know, I know: please, please, excuse me
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Postscript
And all of that is without even broaching the subject of chess (checkmate, indeed). For gazing once again upon Man Ray's photo of his own painting above the bed in his studio over which he'd stretched his Rokebyan model, I suddenly noticed that chess set over to the side. What on earth was that about?
And then I recalled the famous photograph of Man Ray's surrealist chum Duchamp, on the occasion of the opening of his first ever retrospective at the Pasadena Museum in 1963, locked in a chess match clench with a naked Eve Babitz...
The Pasadena Museum, that is, the one that would subsequently morph into the Norton Simon Museum, repository of the Zurbarán still life whose erotic charge occasioned this entire mind meander in the first place.
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OTHER WINNERS.
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1. Evolving, Evolved by Charlie Hopper
2. Primal Forces, Basic Colors by Andy Hunter
3. The End of the Beginning by Holly Dunsworth
Intermezzo by Lawrence Weschler
4. This Is Not an Ad by Jimmy Chen
5. Catskills Vagina by Dan Clem
6. The Antipodes by Chris Zic
7. Self-Made Constriction by Sam Gaskin
8. We Are the Son by Danny Erker
9. Painfully Unaware by Dan Park
10. Gutshot by Jason Torchinsky
Weschler's Second Interlude
11. Love and War by Kim Wood
12. Inside and Out There by Lena Webb
13. The March by Emily Marvosh
14. Feminine Divine Triptych by Margit Christenson
15. Time's Deliberate Convergence by Steve Denyszyn
16. A Rousseau/Hirshfield Convergence by Adam Webb
Beirut/Warsaw by Lawrence Weschler
17. Clothesline Raising Over Carlisle, Indiana by Charlie Hopper
Carnival of Convergences
Weschler's Fourth Interlude
Aftersquib to the Foregoing
18. Pelvises All the Way Down by John Peter Rickgauer
19. Ovary Night? by Maya Muñoz
20. Christ in Space by Jonathan Shipley
A Pair of Convergences Off of Tina Barney
Another Carnival of Convergences
21. Moral Confusion: Iraq, Munich, and Vietnam by Donald Rumsfeld
22. Seeing the Tree for the Forest by Walter Murch
An Addendum to the Foregoing, and a Visitor Challenge
23, 24, and 25. Far Out by Michael Benson, Brian Christian, and Walter Murch
26. Jewish Bunk Beds by Monica S. Bland
Those Damn Swedish Trees, Take 3: Convergence of the Blogs
27. Degenerate Boogie-Woogie by Lisa Lee
Carnival of Convergences No. 3
28. Sand and Moon by Alison Cornyn
Actaeon: An Ovidian Impromptu by Lawrence Weschler
29 and 30. Hoods and Veils by Vero Testa and Lauren Redniss
The Onion/Bickle Convergence by Lawrence Weschler
31. The Lone Figure Against the Armored Swarm by Michele Siegel
32. Muscle and Flow by Benjamin R. Cohen
An Addendum to the Foregoing: Cities, Brains, Orchestras by Lawrence Weschler
Saint and Princess by Lawrence Weschler
Beauty Queen and Baghdad Hummer by Lawrence Weschler
Carnival of Convergences No. 4
Laughing, Clapping, Constantly Forgetting: A Trill of Readerly Associations by Lawrence Weschler
33. Lithographica by R.A. Villanueva
34. Papal Fire (Papa Lux) by Nick Feia
Addendum to "Laughing, Clapping ..." and, More Specifically, to the Stalinist-Applause Anecdote by Lawrence Weschler
35. Disseminations: Internet, Dandelions, Flight Paths by Sarah Daegling
36. Black and White and in Color by Walter Murch
Carnival of Convergences No. 5
Lee Friedlander's Visionary Trees: An Addendum to the Last Chapters of Everything That Rises by Lawrence Weschler
37. Shipwrecked Desperation by Charles Mudede via Matt Haber
38. Life Forms by Ariel Winter
Cameras, Action! From Disney World to St. Peter's Square, the Mediative Flight From the Immediate by Lawrence Weschler
Carnival of Convergences No. 6
Convergent Postscripts by Lawrence Weschler
From Da Vinci to Duchamp, by Way of Russia by Lawrence Weschler
Venus on a Vespa, Berger on My Mind by Lawrence Weschler
39. Eggs and Bacon by Rosamond Purcell
40. Vegetable Matters by Eli Horowitz
Slumdog Oedipus by Lawrence Weschler
41. Michelangelo/Vesalius by R.A. Villanueva
An Impromptu on the Theme of Erasure by Lawrence Weschler
42. Eyes On and In the Universe by Shélan O'Keefe
Aftersquib to the Foregoing (Eyes On and In the Universe Edition) by Lawrence Weschler
Carnival of Convergences No. 7
Ummm, Excuse Me by Lawrence Weschler
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