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If you know me, you know I have an unabashed obsession with my younger brother Tomek. He’s turning 18 next week. He’s an amazing skateboarder, musician and artist and everything he does makes me swoon. Here’s some of his work I was able to find online (he’ll probably kill me for this, because unlike me he’s reserved and not a show-off):
He’s alsobeenmaking music since I got him Reason 2.5 in 2003. This is one of my favorites by him from 2007. He was 14! His abridged list of aliases include: mundanething, glib, fusechild, jazzhole.
You hate the telephone
but will not see me
face to face
so I am left
beseeching you
long-distance,
trying to thread our love
along the telephone poles
of Vermont,
trying to tunnel it
under the Atlantic
as if it were
a rare fossil
I’d unearthed,
or an offshore pipe
bearing precious oil.
But it is your face
I love,
your funny grin
that now seems
cruel around the edges.
You do not wish to be
cruel–you,
the kindest person in the world,
but driven to curious
rages
when you feel
pressured, frustrated,
saddled with
an albatross of love
like an ancient
mariner
who tells his same sad story
to the wedding guests.
The telephone will not
suffice.
Coleridge would have
loathed it,
& so would his
mariner.
It is our modern
Person from Porlock,
interrupting poems,
interrupting loves
& forever
keeping us at arm’s length.
I would look you in the eye
again, saying yes, yes, yes–
we have said no enough,
for the rest
of many lifetimes.
Leonard drew this a few weeks ago from a photo j took of me earlier this year. In Leonard’s now defunct blog, it was contained in an entry about DH Lawrence. I’m sure he hadn’t meant it that way, but I have a strange obsession with DH Lawrence via Anais Nin, even thought I’ve yet to read something of his that really gets me all the way through. It’s like I’ll love the story and then something will happen and it just doesn’t sit right, like in the Rocking Horse Winner. I guess DH Lawrence stories are like conversations, sometimes you want them to be really meaningful and exciting but something happens and you both just lose interest and succumb to sending tumblr photos to each other instead.
In June 2009, Jane Korman with her kids and her holocaust survivor dad travelled to Poland, the Czech Republic and Germany to retrace her parents’ past including Oświęcim (Auschwitz). Jane says:
The installation Dancing Auschwitz, stemmed from my desire to create artwork that conveys a fresh interpretation of historical memory. This way, the lessons of the past will not be forgotten.
Dancing Auschwitz comprises a large photographic image together with three video pieces: a contemporary performance dance, an old video footage of a dance, and a documentary. The contemporary dance and documentary video were filmed during our recent family trip, while the old video footage is from a family home movie from my childhood.
The contemporary dance video portrays the family, comprising three generations, improvising an awkward dance to the pop song ‘I will survive.’(Gloria Gaynor, 1978) This was performed at numerous historically traumatic sites from my parents’ past. The dance expresses an attempt at celebrating life, but also evokes absence, loss and mourning.
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I can’t believe people are all offended over this. This reminded me of my beloved grandpa and so many members of my family that refused to talk about the war and now they are dead and their stories are dead and that’s it. What the fuck? How amazing is it that Korman’s dad was able to go back and DANCE. To me, this is a way to re-articulate an experience you had with joy and reclaim a place of struggle to belong to you and own it, not be owned by it.
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