January 9, 2012
At yesterday's meeting of the Seligmann Center for Surrealism, James observed at how well we were all behaving. How Robert's Ruly we were. How bourgeois, I believe, was a term that crept in a few times. I noted, weakly, that at one earlier meeting we had done an Exquisite Corpse... (see way below). As the words left my mouth I could feel their airiness. One lousy little tiny drawing 14 months ago! He challenged me to respond like I was creating one of the experimental workshops I do in Imaginal Objects or whatever it is I do. I limply rose to the occasion: "Well, OK, I'll plan something for one of our next regularly scheduled meetings." He was politely tolerant. Luckily, my indomethicin has worn off and I now have a plan:
From this moment on, anyone experiencing the urge to act in or out can do so by contacting one other person on the Seligmann Surrealism Committee and find a time to meet to do whatever seems inappropriate in a less than obvious place.
With at least two people involved, the chance and power of the unconscious is protected from looming ego. Similarly, the off-the scene location, obscene, I believe is the Latin, protects again, from unbridled consciousness. Such guides also encourage visitors to have the more or less profound experience of discovering something: the blow of the unexpected. Surrealists believed ALL people can be delighted creatively.
The "or not" came from a story about John Cage who, it is said, would go through elaborate directions for a particular event and end by saying "or not"
So Be It. Who's Calling Who??
The Literary Roots of Surrealism:
from Janet Hamill, 12.07.10 I've heard back already, with a favorable nod to commitment, from Ron Padgett, Bill Zavatsky, Edwin Torres and Bob Holman. They're all quite enthusiastic about the festival, about reading at the festival and plans for a study center at the site.
Bob Holman would be willing to produce a Surreal play or two.
As of 12.9, Anne Waldman said she'd come to the festival!! Watch her (years ago)
I'm waiting to write again to John Ashbery.
If night was endless, There would be nothing more, nothing, nothing at all.
Louis Aragon & Georges Sadoul
About 50 miles upstate from New York City is home of Kurt Seligmann, a prominent member of the Surrealist Movement. He died in 1962 and his wife lived on these 55 acres of hills, meadows, wetlands and buildings till 1991. She bequeathed the entire property to the Citizens of Orange County.
Hmmm, an oasis of surrealism in a county of onions, apples and plein air painters. How appropriate!
It is a beautiful piece of land and together with several buildings invokes a genius loci
There is indeed a Spirit of Place.
November 16, 2010 The Start
A group of us in Orange County are beginning to meet and discuss possible activities, events presences for some time starting in 2012. This is the Exquisite Corpse from our first meeting last week at a local diner -->
We are asking many different questions:
Is this a good time to revisit and re-present Surrealism?
How can this land and these buildings assist in that?
What is the relationship of the rural and the surreal?
We invite comments about surrealism, Seligmann...