And after I got up from the curb, after being fired onstage mid-performance by Ronnie, I continued on down the stairs, and through the crowd.. I staggered in a zig-zag out into the busy street traffic and threw myself at a bus .... I wasn't really trying to do myself in, but, you know theatrical types and street work, and I collapsed at the tail end of the bus (my best prat fall ever!) as the smoggy exhaust fogged out over the street ... and my friend Heidi came to retrieve me, and I rolled over on my back and said, "I can't seem to do anything right today."
We used to do real guerilla comedy pieces in the middle of demonstrations when the tear gas was flying and the cops were rushing us ... which worked ok, or so it seemed, until the day the clown got a little scared and ran off down an alley to evade the charging pigs. I'd seen the look of "FEAR!" in Darryls' eyes, that day, too!
The varieties in performance sometimes caused disturbances in us all. And sometimes that was the result of an actor's reaction when facing the audience and picking someone to play to, and the audience interaction could be bothersome. Sandy always looked skyward to the heavens when she moved and danced, and would sometimes bow low and reach out to the audience that way, and lovingly play into a person's eyes.
Monday, September 2, 2013
Oh, I should point out here, we weren't hippies .... we were longhairs. The hairstyle was kind of the same, but .... you know ..... the hippies came later. And it seemed like "hippies" was a made-up work coming from Bill Balance radio in Los Angeles all those years ago, when he said at a show's close, "all right, my little hippies" and anyway by now it didn't really matter if it did, everyone with long hair was a hippy, though sometimes I got hung up trying to remember the exact dirty phrase Bill Balance had used in a late-night live on the air announcement that had him kicked off the air, and I just couldn't remember it ... but it was naughty! And I wanted to work it into a skit somewhere, somehow ... to see if censorship had changed a bit.
Members of what had become the Mime Troupe would visit me sometimes at that cottage in Richmond in 1967 and again (c. 1968), and casually talk or mention "Dr John" (meaning Dr. John W. Hopkins) (That abbadodo song "Nighttripper" was on KSAN then in 1968, with discussions about the place having been mentioned in a book, which is what Dr Schoenfeld had unearthed somehow) and in 1966, 1967 and 1968, I would travel by motorcycle to Williams College and visit them in their cottages. The grounds looked familiar to me, and I had a sense of "déjà vu", but I really didn't remember I had been there before right then, not until a bit later did I recall the other motorcycle ride up into the hills in 1964, the one that first carried me to Williams College. Eeerie!
déjà vu, jamais vu
déjà vu, jamais vu
He finally returned to France, visiting Paris in conjunction with the publication of his memoir Papillon (1969). The book sold over 1.5 million copies in France,[3] prompting a French minister to attribute "the moral decline of France" to miniskirts and Papillon.[4]
(She said "en France c'est un sujet tabou!")
(And my mind plays tricks on me, because I vividly recall reading that book in Richmond in 1969, but I didn't live in Richmond in 1969, so maybe it was just a magazine article in 1967 in some journal translated into English, a excerpted chapter, a preview of the book and other coming attractions).
And that french prisoner's denim shirt I used to wear for quite a long while .... I'd bought that at an army navy store, there were tons of them on the rack where I was, at least 50 of them. Those shirts were likely for people imprisoned by the french navy as the shirt had a french navy swabbie cut but without the little cloth rain shield, that's how they sewed them up, as some industrialist in France probably had got a contract for new prison wear, just to give civilian prisoners an even harder time than French naval prisoners while they stood in the rain, and the remainders were shipped off to Devil's Island, and now they'd closed those out because they were closing down the prison facility. It all comes together sometimes in a really weird line.
My Hopes Shattered Like Thin Glass
Oh hell. I got an email from Margaret today. Over the past few years, I've wasted some precious time carrying on thinking occasionally about the Ezra and Cora Williams connection, and have mighty cosmological thoughts even as recently as yesterday when I saw a spiderweb in the early morning sun stretched out from the tile roof to the wrought iron patio gate, and tried to work in string theory (which is on the verge of being discounted, too) because the way the light reflected on the filament yesterday and there were small bits of dew that could make the string vibrate a bit and shift and propel a small particle object, you see. and when spiders weave a web, they pluck the string to evenly distribute the sticky stuff. but the sticky stuff can go out elsewhere, too, small particles ... into the universe.
She wrote to me in response to my email below:
How interesting to think of the vortagraph in terms of Vermeer's mirror. I don't think there is a link here, but I could be wrong. Vermeer's use is fascinating. As for 5th dimension, even though Ouspensky had a high profile in Pound's time, and Madame Blavatsky was still a revered name, I don't recall Pound dwelling on the 4th and 5th dimensions. Time as the fourth, was always in his mind, as well as George Antheil's. But neither went out on a limb to speak of dimensions or other ways of knowing the universe. Pound did say time is not chronological and treated it that way in his writing.
Much love,
Margaret
On 9/1/2013 1:33 PM, barbara flaska wrote:
*In 1993 the physicist IGerard 't Hooft put forward the holographic principle, which explains that the information about an extra dimension is visible as a curvature in a spacetime with one fewer dimension. For example, holograms are three-dimensional pictures placed on a two-dimensional surface, which gives the image a curvature when the observer moves. Similarly, in general relativity, the fourth dimension is manifested in observable three dimensions as the curvature path of a moving infinitesimal (test) particle. Hooft has speculated that the fifth dimension is really the spacetime fabric.
She wrote to me in response to my email below:
How interesting to think of the vortagraph in terms of Vermeer's mirror. I don't think there is a link here, but I could be wrong. Vermeer's use is fascinating. As for 5th dimension, even though Ouspensky had a high profile in Pound's time, and Madame Blavatsky was still a revered name, I don't recall Pound dwelling on the 4th and 5th dimensions. Time as the fourth, was always in his mind, as well as George Antheil's. But neither went out on a limb to speak of dimensions or other ways of knowing the universe. Pound did say time is not chronological and treated it that way in his writing.
Much love,
Margaret
On 9/1/2013 1:33 PM, barbara flaska wrote:
(Nevermind that other in between stuff about poetry and art, although that's where I should really be living, and probably should have been living all along, this is kind of the nitty gritty I was driving at, but the math was far too complex for me then and even later on and most especially in 1988, because I couldn't get past my thoughts about sub-nuclear foam.Here's a great article in today's latimes on a new Telluride movie:
times on tim:
Vermeer as Conceptual predecessor to Pound's vortograph?
Didn't Vermeer do a self portrait the same way Pound et al tried with vortograph, even with a similar stance staring into the mirror (camera)?
And Pound's was shattered to show a move to the 4th dimension ... to indicate time ....
am i old hat here?
anyway, I hope you are well. we are holding our own here, I am peddling french wines now, and xxxxx has closed out the La Costa crash pad.
she's trying to get the house clean before November .... (I told her, why bother with housekeeping, after 3 years it doesn't get much worse .... a joke stolen from a naked civil servant
*In 1993 the physicist IGerard 't Hooft put forward the holographic principle, which explains that the information about an extra dimension is visible as a curvature in a spacetime with one fewer dimension. For example, holograms are three-dimensional pictures placed on a two-dimensional surface, which gives the image a curvature when the observer moves. Similarly, in general relativity, the fourth dimension is manifested in observable three dimensions as the curvature path of a moving infinitesimal (test) particle. Hooft has speculated that the fifth dimension is really the spacetime fabric.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Peter Loves Sandy
Peter was drawn to Sandy, for a variety of reasons, she was lovely!http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://missionlocal.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/SandyArcher.jpg&imgrefurl=https://missionlocal.org/2011/03/the-san-francisco-mime-troupe-commemorates-actress-sandy-archer-1938-2010/&h=1047&w=1900&sz=146&tbnid=1lfnvd1bhaJoEM:&tbnh=90&tbnw=163&zoom=1&usg=__4cCsG7-ObnDGPiwdIoml2vGJ0KQ=&docid=UAWsnpHWJnNKPM&sa=X&ei=U20jUvOPAs_YigLF-YCABQ&ved=0CCwQ9QEwAA
