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The Guillotine Messes with Your Head, and Other News
By
Dan Piepenbring
May 27, 2015
On the Shelf
Unknown printmaker,
Les formes acerbes
, 1810.
You probably haven’t been worrying about John Ashbery, but if you have, don’t—he’s still got it. His new collection,
Breezeway
, expands the range and influence of what might be called his trash magic; reading his poems “is sometimes unnerving,
as though somebody had given you your own garbage back as a gift
, cheerfully wrapped. Ashbery is nearly eighty-eight; more than ever, his style is a net for the weirdest linguistic flotsam.”
The photographer
Mary Ellen Mark is dead at seventy-five
. She was known for the intimacy of her photographs and for her
unflinching choice of subjects
: prostitutes, homeless teenagers, mental patients, and heroin addicts. But her earlier goals were more modest: “She had two main ambitions in high school … to become the head cheerleader and to be popular with boys. She succeeded at both.”
Nothing begets insanity like a bloody revolution—and so
the French Revolution seems to have left a preponderance of madness in its wake
. The journals of Philippe Pinel, a contemporary French physician, remark on the era’s various delusions, such as “that of the clockmaker, convinced that he had already been guillotined. Somehow the verdict had been reversed, but his head had become confused with others in the basket and he had been given back someone else’s … Pinel staged an intervention, this time by a fellow patient who cheerfully pointed out the absurdity of his delusion. The clockmaker ‘retired confused amid the peals of laughter all around him and never again spoke of his change of head.’”
This is graduation season, wedding season—and Father’s Day is just around the corner. You need gifts that bespeak of your intense thoughtfulness and generosity. Here’s one:
a gold locket containing a strand of Mozart’s hair
. Estimated value: twelve thousand euros.
Reminder: Los Angeles is a complicated place. “
Growing up in L.A. taught me that beautiful people get away with practically anything
: it is an aesthetocracy. To be beautiful is to transcend, to move through the world frictionlessly, as consistently pleasant as the weather: temperate, no clouds, photo ready … It is possible to become so healthy that you become sick … It’s a paradoxical lifestyle, self-improvement as an ethos. It demands one remain just shy of perfect, leaving some room to improve.”
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