We first got permission to share Ashbery's work in October 2007, not long after I came on as PennSound's managing editor, and just as PennSound Daily was starting. The site looked a little different then than it does now, just like we all did. That Ashbery and Kermani would take an interest in what we were doing isn't necessarily surprising — our collection of recordings serves as an extension of the excellent work that the Flowchart Foundation's Ashbery Resource Center has done cataloguing and sharing the poet's work, and of course Kermani famously went so far as earning a master's degree in library science to properly archive his husband's papers —but I don't think any of us would have guessed just how fervent their support would be. Our Ashbery page started with a shopping bag of cassettes, and a few recordings we already had on hand, and there would be many more shopping bags over the years. Charles or Al would be in New York and run into John and David and another dozen or so tapes would be handed off. Some were high quality studio recordings of iconic poems, and some were amazingly ephemeral: readings at obscure venues, radio conversations, discussions of artists or composers, etc. Kermani's curator's eye and forethought ensured that the much-in-demand poet secured rights to share recordings through our site. In one case, he went so far as negotiating that a big podcast appearance — via The New Yorker or The New York Review of Books, I believe — be embargoed for just one week before it went up on our site.
Friday, July 28, 2023
Happy Birthday to John Ashbery
We first got permission to share Ashbery's work in October 2007, not long after I came on as PennSound's managing editor, and just as PennSound Daily was starting. The site looked a little different then than it does now, just like we all did. That Ashbery and Kermani would take an interest in what we were doing isn't necessarily surprising — our collection of recordings serves as an extension of the excellent work that the Flowchart Foundation's Ashbery Resource Center has done cataloguing and sharing the poet's work, and of course Kermani famously went so far as earning a master's degree in library science to properly archive his husband's papers —but I don't think any of us would have guessed just how fervent their support would be. Our Ashbery page started with a shopping bag of cassettes, and a few recordings we already had on hand, and there would be many more shopping bags over the years. Charles or Al would be in New York and run into John and David and another dozen or so tapes would be handed off. Some were high quality studio recordings of iconic poems, and some were amazingly ephemeral: readings at obscure venues, radio conversations, discussions of artists or composers, etc. Kermani's curator's eye and forethought ensured that the much-in-demand poet secured rights to share recordings through our site. In one case, he went so far as negotiating that a big podcast appearance — via The New Yorker or The New York Review of Books, I believe — be embargoed for just one week before it went up on our site.
Thursday, July 27, 2023
In Memoriam: Keith Waldrop (1932–2023)
Monday, July 24, 2023
Henry Hills, 'Plagiarism,' 1981
Begins jokingly proclaiming, "I'll make my Ernie Gehr film," a major preoccupation of my generation in the late 70s/early 80s, & then this very raw other thing proceeds to unfold, raw because I only had enough money (a loan from Abby Child) to do 4 shoots never having done sync & using outdated film stock from Rafik & an unfamiliar, undependable camera & trying to keep everything together & everything going wrong, yet determined to make concrete the ideas I had been abstractly developing over several years with whatever I got back from the lab no matter & so abandoning all caution to open a new area, I decided who could possibly talk better than poets? Edited in Times Square.
Fans of Hill's Money (1985) will recognize many familiar techniques at play here, with rapid-fire cuts creating a dense, rhythmic collage of sights and sounds punctuated by pregnant pauses, bursts of noise, and enigmatic, orphaned fragments of speech. It would be a mistake to judge it solely in its relationship to Money, however, since the two films differ radically in scope and spirit: while the latter is an expansive survey of the city and its scenes (including poets, dancers, and musicians), the feel here is much more intimate, between the smaller cast and the more limited visual vocabulary. At the same time it's fascinating to see hallmarks of Hills' style in a raw early state, particularly given the influence of the considerable technical challenges that Hills enumerates above. You can watch Plagiarism by clicking here.













