{"id":103093,"date":"2016-09-27T09:26:26","date_gmt":"2016-09-27T13:26:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=103093"},"modified":"2016-10-13T18:22:52","modified_gmt":"2016-10-13T22:22:52","slug":"trash-strewn-alley-ones-news","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/09\/27\/trash-strewn-alley-ones-news\/","title":{"rendered":"A Trash-strewn Alley of One\u2019s Own, and Other News"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_103095\" style=\"width: 610px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/brancusironsin.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-103095\" class=\"wp-image-103095\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/brancusironsin.jpg\" width=\"600\" height=\"497\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-103095\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Outside Brancusi\u2019s studio on the Impasse Ronsin. \u00a9 Succession Brancusi &#8211; All rights reserved ADAGP, Paris\/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York.<\/p><\/div>\n<ul>\n<li>Every artist needs an alley\u2014some narrow, weedy, urine-soaked passage to call home. In the Paris of the fifties and sixties, an alley called the Impasse Ronsin was <em>the <\/em>alley to be: Brancusi, Max Ernst, Yves Klein, Jean Tinguely, Martial Raysse, Niki de Saint Phalle, and Claude Lalanne all worked in a squalid studio there. (Those last four, as it happens, have all contributed portfolios to <em>The Paris Review<\/em>.) An exhibition at Paul Kasmin Gallery opening October 27 will explore the studio\u2019s history. As James McAuley tells it, the artists shared \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2016\/09\/22\/t-magazine\/art\/impasse-ronsin-artists-montparnasse-constantin-brancusi.html\" target=\"_blank\">a single toilet but many beds, cheap food but priceless ideas<\/a> \u2026 It was also on the Impasse Ronsin that, in 1961, Niki de Saint Phalle, a former cover girl, launched her career as an international artist with a literal bang. For her \u2018shooting\u2019 canvases, she, along with friends such as Robert Rauschenberg, would fire guns into bags that concealed pockets of paint. This was somewhat of a Ronsin ritual, as Yves Klein had done much the same with the \u2018Monotone-\u00adSilence Symphony\u2019 the year before. He had conducted an orchestra as nude women danced covered in blue paint, plastering their bodies on canvas as they twirled. In both cases, what mattered was performance as much as product.\u201d<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>Today in bold solutions for writer\u2019s block: Alan Michael Parker spent a few months \u201cwriting and reading as badly as possible,\u201d and he came out on the other side feeling much more assured about his work. Even if he hadn\u2019t, though, the whole exercise sounds like a great way to kill some time: \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/blog.bestamericanpoetry.com\/the_best_american_poetry\/2016\/09\/bad-poems-by-alan-michael-parker.html\" target=\"_blank\">I worked diligently to figure out what \u2018bad poetry\u2019 meant to me, and once I become empowered to disappoint, how I could appall myself in a poem<\/a>. I felt vicious, intemperate, outrageous, sleazy, hysterical, cantankerous, willful. I made poems with unconscionable and irrelevant leaps, poems with overblown abstractions heaped upon abstractions (who will ever forget \u2018the turpitude of forgiveness\u2019?), poems with speakers pronouncing upon every character in sight (because \u2018I\u2019 always knows so much better than her or his family), poems with social toxicities heightened further by specious speechifying. I made poems that clanked and thumped, beset by sneaker-in-the-dryer iambs, and conversely, poems that used non-metrical speech oblivious to all considerations of sound, the kinds of poems that deserve to be chopped up, but are too often just divided into lines and called free verse.\u201d\u00a0<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>In Waycross, Georgia, there\u2019s a water tower with Pogo\u2019s face on it, beaming at you from Route 1. Who is Pogo? I didn\u2019t know, either. He\u2019s from a popular midcentury comic by Walt Kelly, and his fate, as Liam Baranauskas writes, is now tied to the town\u2019s: \u201c<a href=\"https:\/\/nplusonemag.com\/online-only\/online-only\/bigger-than-disneyland\/\" target=\"_blank\">I came to Waycross because a friend told me that in the 1980s, the town had marketed itself as the home of Pogo Possum, which seemed like an absurd pitch<\/a> \u2026 By 1987, the year of Waycross\u2019s first Pogofest,\u00a0Pogo\u00a0had been defunct for a decade and a half\u00a0\u2026 Though\u00a0Pogo\u00a0had reached the apex of its popularity before Kelly visited Waycross for the first and only time in 1955, the strip\u2019s art had already managed to capture the region\u2019s strange beauty with poetic aptness \u2026 the idea was to cross-market Pogofest\u00a0with the Okefenokee Swamp Park, using Kelly\u2019s characters as mascots.\u201d<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>The advice column has sloughed off its bland Ann Landers origins and moved into the realm of the literary. Sure, you can still be an advice \u201ccolumnist,\u201d if you\u2019re someone with no ambition. Megan Martz would rather have you be an advice <em>artist<\/em>: \u201c<a href=\"https:\/\/thepointmag.com\/2016\/criticism\/how-should-an-advice-column-be\" target=\"_blank\">While novelists or memoirists or poets might merely hope a reader takes something from their writing beyond a literal understanding of the words, advice artists go one step further<\/a>. Just as they use reader questions as prompts for their writing, readers are explicitly invited to use the answers as prompts for living, ways to get unstuck from old, unhelpful truths and latch on to the truths we need. It\u2019s a reciprocal, participatory literature \u2026 to help you without driving you further into yourself.\u201d<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<ul>\n<li>John Berryman\u2019s only novel, the autobiographical <em>Recovery<\/em>, has been reissued: \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/news.nationalpost.com\/arts\/books\/from-recovery-to-relapse-how-divine-intervention-failed-the-troubled-genius-of-john-berryman\" target=\"_blank\">Its grimly ironic title signals that recovery was one thing that was not going to happen in his life<\/a>. It was posthumously published, discussed, and went out of print. Now the University of Minnesota Press has revived it in a paperback edition, with the original foreword by his best friend, Saul Bellow \u2026 In <em>Recovery<\/em>, Berryman presents his agony through a fictional alter ego, Dr. Alan Severance, a biologist with a great reputation. Severance admits he must avoid alcohol but can\u2019t do without its reassurance, which usually ends up being a quart of bourbon a day \u2026 As Bellow writes in the foreword, \u2018The cycle of resolution, reform. and relapse had become a bad joke which could not continue.\u2019 Dr. Severance keeps awaking in a hospital bed, having been deposited there in a stupor by friends, wife or gentle police officers.\u201d<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Every artist needs an alley\u2014some narrow, weedy, urine-soaked passage to call home. In the Paris of the fifties and sixties, an alley called the Impasse Ronsin was the alley to be: Brancusi, Max Ernst, Yves Klein, Jean Tinguely, Martial Raysse, Niki de Saint Phalle, and Claude Lalanne all worked in a squalid studio there. 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