Showing posts with label Ben Lerner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ben Lerner. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Random Photos

A few photos from the last month or so. More posts coming soon, I hope!

New School University, readying for an outdoor event
A worker at a construction site (Calvin Krime)
West Village
More booths being set up near New School University
"Global Media Activism"
I walked around an entire day with
this book in my pocket, like a talisman
Cabinet delivery (or disposal?),
West Village
Sidewalk (trash) display, West Village 
Observant meter, Newark
Amazon locker, Haynes Bldg, Newark
Erika L. Sánchez, MFA Associate Director
Rigoberto González & Ben Lerner
at Writers@Newark reading, September 2017
Outdoor performance, Military Park, Newark

Military Park, Newark
David Barclay Moore's debut novel
(& my new copy!)
"AFTWAY" NYC 
Examining records, 19th St., Manhattan 
Another view (at Academy Records) 
Workers on break, 19th Street
Near MoMA PS1
Lorca's view, Canal Street
From Renee Gladman's Prose Architectures (2017)

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Alexander Kluge & Ben Lerner at Goethe-Institut

Alexander Kluge
Pioneering author, critical theorist, New German cinema writer and director, and TV pioneer Alexander Kluge is 84. The last time I found out he was going to be in New York, I was in Chicago and Evanston, teaching and so had to miss his events. I am a huge fan of Kluge's work, especially his fiction and films, and have posted about his work many times on this blog, including my translations of his prose, the New York Review of Books' translations of his writing, quotes by him, and more. His work has never ceased to intrigue me.

Kluge recently returned to participate in a series of events, running from October 21 through the 24th,  that were sponsored by the Goethe-Institut USA and titled "Alexander Kluge in New York." They included a film series at the Anthology Film Archives and an evening with Kluge at the Museum of Modern Art. I decided to see Kluge and Ben Lerner in conversation on Sunday at a "soiree," which Kluge ensured that the evening became. I had imagined a joint reading, followed by a conversation, which is the US standard, but instead we got a fantasia of sorts: Kluge and Lerner did read, primarily from Kluge's newest book, The Great Hour of Kong (Kongs Große Stunde, Suhrkamp 2015), and only in English, but interspersed amidst the texts were Kluge's digressions, film clips, and a live pianist's accompaniment.

Lerner, the translator, and Kluge
Kluge reading 
In addition, there was a translator (whose name I missed), who didn't have that much to do; Kluge's English was quite strong, and only a few times did he turn to her for assistance. Instead, he tossed out pithy phrase after phrase, talking of the affinities he felt with Lerner's poetry, which he thought achieved what he was trying at times to convey, which was "knowledge without a subject." Other subjects included outer space, the bombing of Halberstadt, Hitler's death, and Ladino-speaking Sephardim who were able to escape the Holocaust--and fortunately, very little Kong. Throughout, Lerner was game--he read along, offered thoughts where needed, and kept the show rollicking along.

Here are some of the quotes I wrote down:

"We have inside an antirealism of feeling."
"The search for safe space is the beginning of philosophy."
"Life is richer than experience."
"Never wake a collective subject." - A quote from one of Lerner's poems, which he repeated and expatiated on.
"Narration saves life."
"Absolute design equals absolute poetry."
"We are all nobleman...descended from 18,000 people who came out of Africa."

The pianist played music by Offenbach and Verdi, and the films, some of which unfolded like Kluge's microstories, included one using a Luigi Nono composition, which made me think of Nono's father-in-law Arnold Schönberg, though his name was never mentioned (I think), and Schönberg's star pupil Anton Webern (him neither), whose extremely distilled compositions struck me as models, but with a much more playful underpinning, for Kluge's films. Eventually, the piano playing turned into a brief accompaniment, with the accented English sounding almost like a counterpoint to the keys' melodies. Kluge concluded the evening by having not just Lerner and himself reading in unison, which they did several times, but invited the translator to join them. It was an apt conclusion to an unusual and refreshing literary evening, giving "soiree" (or "variety show" in the best way) a new meaning and creating an invigorating model for future events, I hope.

Lerner and Kluge reading in unison
Lerner, the translator and Kluge concluding
with a piece read in unison

Thursday, October 10, 2013

"Re-Thinking" Literature @ NYU

As part of my preparatory remarks before my reading at Naropa University, I noted a "horrible" conference I'd attended only a week before. I also invoked the same event during my comments at the &Now Festival at the University of Colorado. In both cases I mentioned only that the conference took place at New York University. I didn't elaborate, but that's in part what a blog is for, isn't it? The international conference I was referring to at both events was "Re-Thinking Literature," and it ran from September 19th through the 21st this fall. Oxford (New College) faculty member Donatien Grau and NYU professor Tom Bishop were the organizers, and nearly 20 writers, critics, scholars, academicians, and theorists spoke over the three-day gathering.

So what was my beef? You probably know what's coming. In three days of pontificating about "literature," the conference featured not a single author, scholar or theorist of color, from the US or overseas, on a single panel, nor did a single panel or panelist, as far as I could tell, directly address or discuss literature by non-Europeans or non-Euro-Americans. Not one. Why? I don't know. It was not as if this French-slanted conference, one of whose organizers is a professor in NYU's French department, had no colleagues who could conceivably participate. The esteemed writer and critic Assia Djébar was, until a few years ago, a professor of French at NYU, as was the historian Sylviane Diouf, and among the NYU French department's current faculty there is J. Michael Dash, a major scholar of Francophone Caribbean literature, with Manthia Diawara, the scholar, critic, film-maker, and former head of NYU's Africana Studies department an affiliate. And that's just NYU's French department. (I can't speak about Oxford's faculty.) Perhaps he asked all of them, or one of the (m)any other faculty members of color working in and around literary studies in (m)any of NYU's other departments, whether they wanted to participate, and perhaps they all said no. Perhaps they all were busy.

At the "Re-Thinking Literature" conference, NYU
Shelley Jackson (l) and Ben Lerner at the podium

But say they were not. One might then argue that the organizers intended that the conference, which included papers and conversations on a range of topics, including the relationships between literature and: art criticism and installations; religion; affect; cognition; and textualities, to name just a few of the topics, be primarily about what they saw as literature, which is to say, mostly European and Euro-American literature, unmarked by anything beyond and occupying nothing not somehow captured by the unnamed, unacknowledged and unacknowledgeable signifier of whiteness. I mean, it stands to reason that when one says the word "literature," a Platonic abstraction, one means only, can only mean, the literature of Europe and (some parts of) European America, no? Yes? So be it. But then why not just call the conference "Re-Thinking Euro-American Literature" or "Re-thinking Elite/High Literature by White People" or something similar, since the organizers made it clear that the vast corpus of literatures by everyone else across the world did and does not matter? There is privilege, there is entitlement, there is blindness, there is arrogance, and there is the expectation that because you have told yourself and others for centuries that you--or certain ones of you--are all that matter, that's all that's supposed to matter.

I should add that after a day of this stuff--and a report, by a friend, who attended and was aghast at the rambling mess served up by the conference's opening night speakers--I had had enough of what I have encountered for much of my adult life. I left them to their intellectually and hermetically sealed white room. It very well could have been the case on the final day, which I did not attend, that, even if all the speakers--and I should be clear that I do respect and admire the work of many of the participants--were white, perhaps one or several of them did look and speak past the self-constructed wall of Euro-American literary comfort, to acknowledge that there was and is quite a bit of other very vibrant work, in literature, literary and cultural criticism, philosophy, translation, etc., out there not centered on or produced by Europeans and Euro-Americans. If so, great for them.

I do wonder if any of them asked themselves why there were only white people on the panels. Did anyone verbalize this to Grau or Bishop? Did they see this as a problem and even mention it to each other? The audience certainly was not only white. If no one did ask such a question, I do wonder, what would lead them even to the threshold of doing so of their own accord? At any rate, my adult experience has been and continues to be that when it comes to the literary and the academic literary world, this sort of thing, a kind of de facto aesthetic and critical apartheid is still too prevalent.  Sometimes there are one or two tokens, or a panel in which all the people of color are bunched up together and only expected to talk about certain expected things. It's this way still in various pockets of American society, including popular culture. And in any case, as I noted about the "Re-thinking Poetics" conference at Columbia University a few years back, it represents a particularly perverse irony in a city like New York, the most diverse in the United States. Some "re-thinking" really does need to occur, but it's not just about literature.

That said, I did hear one talk I found quite intriguing, by Ben Lerner, whom I approached afterwards and briefly chatted with. I specifically noted the conference's whiteout cast to him, and he agreed it was not good. (I did not expect him, as an invitee and panelist, however, to say anything to Grau or Bishop, but perhaps he did.) Ben's paper was titled "Virtual Ekphrasis: Fiction as Criticism and Curation," and explored the idea of the novel--as opposed to poetry, a genre in which he has distinguished himself--as a curatorial site, a space "in which you can embed other artworks," and a "testing ground for aesthetic experience." An introduction of sorts both to his first novel, To the Atocha Station, and his forthcoming one, his talk was full of insights, but it circled around the key point that in "speculative" fiction, and not just in the commonly understood science fictional sense, you could write about "artworks not yet realized" or, to go further, that were and are "unrealizable."

As one example from the canon, he cited Henry James's famous story "A Madonna of the Future," a narrative about an artist producing a blank canvas (and which I thought of as I assigned John Ashbery's famous sestina "The Painter" as part of my fall undergraduate class's poetry component). This James story is often thought to dramatize the tyranny of artistic influence and resulting failure. In Arthur Danto's reading of the story, however, the philosopher and critic views James's character's Theobald's artistic production or lack thereof as a masterpiece, and a curator version attempts to convince the artist that his work is a harbinger of later artists like Robert Ryman, Alexander Rodchenko, Kasimir Malevich, and Robert Rauschenberg, and that what appears as failure in one age harbors potentiality for the future.

Ben linked this concept to contemporary novels written in the current moment of the "postmedium," which is to say, after the stability of particular media as we've known them, and also to our current aesthetic and social ontologies, where the status between art and life often blurs. He identified Rachel Kushner's National Book Award-nominated novel The Flamethrowers as exemplary in exploring this unstable status. In Kushner's novel the main character, Reno, is deeply interested in the artist Tony Smith and his idea of abandoning art in favor of situationism, experience. Kushner describes Reno's experience of temporality at times as a "trace of a trace of a trace," but Lerner was especially interested in the novel's depiction of her attempts to collapse art into life, and the links with 1970s art and earlier precursors, including Italian futurism and industrial design, via the figure of T. P. Valera, and the Valera bike--which occasioned, though Ben didn't discuss this, a prickly review from motorcycle enthusiast Frederick Seidel--which entailed entangling and collapsing art into life. Kushner, he said, organizes her novel around the dream of dissolving the line between art and life. Unlike recent works by Sheila Heti or Tao Lin, however, it doesn't stylistically or generically collapse the distinctions but virtualizes them.

As part of the Q&A portion, I asked Ben a question about the limits of liberal discourse, particularly in the face of incommensurable, globalizing alterities and competing rationalities--ideas I've been writing through a bit myself in my current fictional projects and thinking about after reading some of David Palumbo-Liu's critical work--and the novel's capacity to address and possibly resolve this crisis. He responded thoughtfully by talking about the relationship between novels and politics, though he did not really answer whether the contemporary American realist novel, so favored by the publishing industry and American literary culture-makers, could do what Palumbo-Liu has argued certain works, by writers such as J. M. Coetzee and Ruth Ozeki, have managed to. His talk nevertheless really got me thinking about questions of representation and futurity, the imagination and the possibilities or impossibilities--challenges--of depicting the possible, in art, and that, I guess, does entail "re-thinking literature," which ultimately did make attending the conference, for all its limitations, worthwhile.

At the "Re-Thinking Literature" conference, NYU
Camille Laurens (l), Tom Bishop (center), and Jean-Pierre Toussaint (at podium)