T.L. Morrisey

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

From Patrick Kavanagh

Patrick Kavanagh


I am always shy of calling myself a poet and I wonder much at those
young men and sometimes old men who boldly declare their poeticality.
If you ask them what they are, they say: Poet.

There is, of course, a poetic movement which sees poetry
materialistically. The writers of this school see no transcendent
nature in the poet; they are practical chaps, excellent technicians.
But somehow or other I have a belief in poetry as a mystical thing,
and a dangerous thing.

A man (I am thinking of myself) innocently dabbles in words and rhymes
and finds that it is his life. Versing activity leads him away from
the paths of conventional happiness. For reasons that I have never
been able to explain, the making of verses has changed the course of
one man's destiny. I could have been as happily unhappy as the
ordinary countryman in Ireland. I might have stayed at the same moral
age all my life. Instead of that, poetry made me a sort of outcast.
And I was abnormally normal.

                --Patrick Kavanagh
                   Author's Note, page xiii
                   Patrick Kavanagh, Collected Poems
                   Martin Brian & O'Keeffe, London, 1972

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Motel Raphael, August 2011




Fire destroys the famous Motel Raphael, August 2011. No longer can you dream of the Motel Raphael as a last resort, a safe harbour in the homelessness of modern life...

Monday, September 19, 2011

From a poem by Patrick Kavanagh


Living room at 4350 Montclair Avenue

. . . posterity has no use
For anything but the soul

        --Patrick Kavanagh
        "If Ever You Go to Dublin Town"

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, August 2011 (1)





For some of us, the Jean Paul Gaultier exhibition currently at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts is of only peripheral interest. Gaultier doesn’t need my review of his work, he’s wealthy and well known, but I also wonder if this work belongs in a museum? Probably not. However, it is a lot cheaper for a museum to present haute couture from France than traditional “art.” I am not too sure why this exhibition was presented in the summer months as it might have little appeal to tourists who would correctly think they would be seeing "art" in a museum, not a fashion show from France. And, at first, it has the aura of the worst of French society and the fashion industry, exclusivity, insularity, smugness, self-righteousness, and self-satisfaction.


It was not before I had seen half of the show that the clue into this exhibition of Gaultier’s work dawned on me. There were the creepy talking mannequins, the pointy bras popularized by Madonna, and the kind of costumes you see in fashion magazines that are not for actual wearing but are the folly and pretense of fashion designers like Gaultier. Gaultier is well known and lives in an exclusive world, one to which most of us don't have access.

But there is a clue to Gaultier's exhibition. It is that Gaultier has done what all great artists try to do, he has perceived the zeitgeist, he knows what will be popular before the public knows what they are want, and he explores the collective psyche of French society. In this exhibition, Gaultier has opened the collective unconscious and manifested it in his designs. This is not to say that Gaultier is a “great artist,” but only to state that he has done something remarkable, something that is of interest. These items of clothing express the collective unconscious of the French nation, each is an expression of some archetypal aspect of the French psyche.

Gaultier’s exhibition is all about the psychic content of French consciousness and it is an expression of archetypes. The exhibition disturbs some of us because psychic content can be disturbing. And what is it that Gaultier pulls up into consciousness? It is about glamour, extroversion, colour, pretence, and appearance without depth. But it is also about fun, costume, and wearing our psychological complexes in public.
Gaultier’s show is a carnival of appearance, it shows a life of great variety and imagination, it is a celebration of life, and a celebration of superficial folly signifying very little to the average viewer. It is not my world but I can appreciate what Gaultier is doing because if you compare Gaultier’s vision to a possible exhibition of what comprises the American psyche--the growing spiritual emptiness of American society, the lack of culture in much of America, America as the military police of multi-national corporations, and of all the other stereotypes that have at least an essence of truth to them--then Gaultier's vision has a significance that may have been missed. His vision is, at the least, the expression of psychic content--the collective unconscious, archetypes, dreams--and it is both fascinating and an affirmation of life.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

from the last election



This is what people think of their former heroes, a caricature, with a little Hitler moustache for that je ne sais quoi effect.