Patti Smith is not familiar to me as she should be. I know a couple of songs, but never delved deeper. I started to read Just Kids then went off on some other quixotic tangent. This bit from a Q&A with her surprised me:
She got dunked in piss for reading Rimbaud
At 16, she saw Arthur Rimbaud on the cover of Illuminations at a bus stop in Philadelphia and fell in love with him (“I think I sort of traded Rimbaud for Bob Dylan for a while”), as well as his poetry. She brought her copy to work at her first job as a “baby bugger beeper inspector” in a factory, where she made $1.25 an hour and wasn’t allowed to read. Her co-workers were mostly illiterate and told her to leave it at home, especially because they saw it was in two languages and thought it was a communist book. “I was an arrogant teenage girl,” Smith said, “so of course I brought the book the next day. So they took me into the john and gave me a lesson.” At least she got a song out of it: “It’s called ‘Piss Factory’ because I got dunked in a little yellow water.” (Rimbaud probably would’ve been proud, for what it’s worth.)
I need to make time for her work. It’s another embarrassing lacuna.
Turning The Art World Inside Out from Jack Cocker on Vimeo.
Three Quarks Daily posted this from Youtube because Ionel Talpazan is one of the artists featured. There turned out to be better sound and video quality on Vimeo. No, I’ve not had a chance to watch it yet.
A tsunami on Cape Verde 73,000 years ago was allegedly powerful enough to crash a 170 meter wave into a nearby island. That seems like a interesting time and place for a tsunami. I wonder… How’d that affect the western coast of Africa at the time? Maybe even coastal Spain? There’d be humans there, right? Aterian culture spread as far as Morocco. How far west was the range of the ancestors of the people who lived in the Iwo Eleru cave? Hm… Maybe the massive population drop wasn’t solely the Toba explosion in Indonesia?
…but no need to toss your old copies. This comprehensive page over at Open Culture includes a video, some context and a link to audio of the Akkadian.
Bill passed me this link months ago, but never posted it himself because he’s an elitist bastard who is obscenely parsimonious with his posts.
Walter Mosley writes about his family roots in Louisiana. He talks about the cultural pipeline between Louisiana & Los Angeles and the oral tradition.
He passed away last week in Lafayette, Louisiana at the age 0f 87. I still need to grab that translation of Gargantua and Pantagruel that I read ages ago.
Edouard Levé didn’t seem like my thing when I read Autoportraint, but then a review of Newspaper pops up and I’m tempted all over again.