Saturday, 17 December 2016

My Little (Turin) Pony



"A joke is the epigram on the death of a feeling"

My Little (Turin) Pony 


be it lessons of friendship or markets of lunacy, Princess Celestia or the lion
wearing a snake like Laocoön, prowling the mountains 
to brush against the rabble of disciples, judging each and every poncho, 
each and every sheepskin overcoat or that fabled under-achieving Ubermensch
be it unctuous maxim or sequined foal – scrying fortunes in the water, 
be it dead, saddled, or shop-bought and sown on to a kimono, 
these hooves are beating me down, screaming
life’s too short
  on answers 
but         
longing like the punchline for a better joke
– say, that each “cutie mark” that dots the hock or flowers on the gaskin
is nothing more than hundreds and thousands, distracting from the hollow legs,
interchangeable and necessarily misunderstood.


My Little (Turin) Pony calls me human, all-too-human;
the artist’s sense of truth shits with the door open,
to be regal, appalling; my utopia, he said, the ennoblement of degradation,
imagine something about the official merchandise pillowcase; she has a rainbow mane
and a nosebag of locusts… i collapse dreaming of sleep and the way i look
beaten by the responsible commitments of getting by in stable, for example, circumstances, crying of grazed knees in an apple     

store   

praying for a receipt and keeping a receipt for prayers spent
whinnying for proof on glittered moors.



             


Thursday, 29 September 2016

An Interview with Sophie Mayer




LIGHT GLYPHS 3: SOPHIE MAYER




Sophie Mayer has six collections of poetry, several chapbooks and has appeared in and edited numerous anthologies, in addition to which she is consistently writing some of the best film criticism around. In 2009, Mayer’s The Cinema of Sally Potter: A Politics of Love provided one of the first scholarly accounts of Potter’s unique and challenging work in film. More recently in 2015, Political Animals: The New Feminist Cinema arrived, offering a much overdue and masterful exploration of what has come to constitute the active counter tradition of feminist cinema and its innovation. From out of the dialogues between feminist thinking, the exclusionary and insidious politics of representation, and the poetics of film that in turn question film in and as poetry, Mayer’s own collections of poetry have continued to pierce and problematize.
 Her poems are drawn to tensions between the corporeal and the conceptual, between the body and its language; these are spaces, at once vulnerable and violent, that Mayer’s poetry returns to with sharp intelligence. On top of which, her poems are often shot through with dark wit or mischievous humour. Able to communicate nuanced readings of the body and its experiences, her poetry manages to successfully challenge and express the intellect without ever renouncing physicality and its embodied attentions…or perhaps, more perceptively, refuses any such polarity. This is then added to Mayer’s scholarly fluency in film, creating a body (and it is emphatically a body) of poetry that examines text and screen in the politics of our own personal encounters.

In a recent interview, concerning the intersections between film and poetry, you suggested that there is:

a resistance to connections between poetry and cinema in the UK in anything other than an almost-music video form, but the feminists in each community share so many concerns about the limits of conventional language and the excitement of experiment that I want to be a mediator, rather than focus on one form.

I recognize the ‘almost-music video’ approach: so often a painful exercise in literalism, where metaphors are visualized and a self consciously ‘poetic’ aesthetic is invoked as opposed to an active poetics. However, as you detail in your essay ‘Cinema mon Amour: How British Poetry Fell in Love with Film’, there are poets incorporating cinema in ways that clearly resist this narrative. Are there any contemporary British poets and filmmakers you feel are particularly engaged in this dialogue? If so, what is it that interests you about them?

With the increase in artist-filmmakers producing feature-length films, there has been an incredible flowering of awareness about the possibilities of bringing film and poetry together: John Akomfrah’s The Nine Muses and The Stuart Hall Project and Sarah Turner’s Public House stand out for me. Interestingly, in both The Stuart Hall Project and Public House, William Blake’s poetics are to the fore. The revival of interest in Blake as a visual poet or poet-artist, as someone for whom verbal and visual forms were inextricable, is incredibly important to both film and poetry cultures in the UK. Both Akomfrah and Turner are committed to a liberatory politics similar to Blake’s, one that is both grassroots and ecstatic.

The Nine Muses (dir. John Akomfrah, 2010)


That’s what interests me in hybrid work: when poetry explores and draws on cinema’s collective and active spectatorship; and when film engages poetry’s tradition of apostrophe and of formal innovation. There’s a temptation for each form to mimic or be drawn to the most mainstream and obvious iteration of the other; but when, for example, Redell Olsen recuts early documentary footage of commercial lacemakers and writes in response to both the movement of the lacemakers’ bodies and the movement across the cuts in the film (in Film Poems), that is a thrilling expansion of the possibilities of both forms, and one that also draws attention to the forgotten, obscured and under-seen.

I’m hoping that the incredible box set, curated by Sarah Neely, of the work of Margaret Tait will follow up on the amazing work done by Peter Todd in drawing attention to Tait’s utterly unique body of work – and its connections to many threads in post-war British arts. While Tait died in 1999, the persistence, revival and recovery of her work makes it very much of the present – not least that the revival belongs both to work by the Scottish poetry community and the British film community.


How significant do you believe the London Filmmakers Co-op was (and perhaps is, in its influence) in considering the experimentation between British poetry and film? As ‘Cinema mon Amour’ did not look to address this question, I was interested in whether this was a conscious choice made in resistance to certain patriarchal histories of the avant-garde?

As From Reel to Real: Women, Feminism and the London Film-Makers’ Co-operative showed (this past weekend at Tate Modern), it is indeed the histories, and not the history, that is patriarchal. Women were deeply involved in the Co-op, starting in the 1970s with Gill Eatherley, Annabel Nicolson and Sally Potter (whose later feature-length works I do discuss in the essay), as well as Lis Rhodes, Tina Keane, Jayne Parker, Nina Danino, Tania and Alia Syed, Sandra Lahire, Sarah Pucill, Sarah Turner (whose new feature Public House I mention above), Ruth Novaczek, Cordelia Swann, Vanda Carter and more. Many of these women were also involved with Four Corners, and/or with the distribution co-ops Circles and Cinema of Women. But they have been written out of histories of British artists’ film and video, absolutely.

The essay was written for a history of British and Irish poetry, so my focus was on the literature and orature of poetry, as it responded to film and was responded to in film, rather than on the complex discussion of film’s own poetics and the definition of a filmpoem (or poemfilm). The word ‘poetic’ is used extremely loosely to refer to any film that does not subscribe to mainstream aesthetics (and thus uses ‘poetic’ to mean some insidious, reductively Romantic notion somewhere between non-linear, pastoral, lyric, imagistic, etc.) In more rigorous ways, avant-garde filmmakers have sought to loosen the strictures of mainstream film ‘grammar’ (particularly influenced by film semiotics), for example through the structuralism that was the LFMC’s initial credo.

There is definitely more research and writing to be done on parallel trends in experimental poetry and experimental film, but my essay focused on where the two came together in a single text – and I tried to focus on film work that would be readily available to readers approaching the question of film and poetry from the poetry side. I wish I’d had the opportunity to talk, for example, about Lahire’s 16mm black and white film ‘Lady Lazarus,’ an invocation and summoning of Plath and her poetry.

Lady Lazarus (dir. Sandra Lahire, 1991)
In writing for Sight & Sound, you have consistently sought to combat what you have called the ‘myth of scarcity’ in discussing female filmmakers. You have also appeared in the Shearsman poetry anthology Infinite Difference: Other Poetries by UK Women, a book that dispels this ‘myth of scarcity’ in a poetic context. How do you feel your experience of film and poetry communities compare in supporting under-represented identities?

I’m taking the phrase the ‘myth of scarcity’ from an article by the poet Jill McDonagh that appeared on VIDA, titled ‘Believing in Plenty.’ The comment you quote in q.1 could equally refer to the way in which feminist artists are brought together across the boundaries between media and practices by this drive toward believing in plenty. Feminist-oriented experimental poetry spaces such as POLYply were also multimedia, screening films by American poet-filmmaker Abigail Child (and one of the leading theorists of feminist filmpoetics), for example.

There’s no homogenous “film” or “poetry” community: there are different actions and movements at different times in each community, and I’m most interested in where they cross over, or where feminist community formations trump those around an artform or genre. I grew up in zine culture, where verbal, visual and sonic arts moved in alignment and hybridised with each other, and I see that returning in contemporary projects such as gal-dem.

Aside from swiftly buying your new book Political Animals: The New Feminist Cinema, what advice would you give to people looking to read or see more work that explores experimentation alongside, or inseparable from, contemporary feminism? Could you maybe explain a bit about the role of Club Des Femmes?

Club des Femmes is a queer feminist film curation collective based in London, founded in 2007 by Selina Robertson and Sarah Wood, who are both programmers and filmmakers. It emerged from their passion for feminist experimental cinema (and the collective and discursive ways in which it was made), and their frustration at a lack of spaces in which it could be screened in context and conversation.

Over nearly a decade, Club des Femmes has been part of a huge shift towards communitarian curation (partially enabled by digital projection) with an emphasis on foregrounding alternative and experimental cinema within event-based programming. There are new queer film festivals such as FRINGE! (London), SQIFF and GLITCH! (both Glasgow), as well as spaces like Liverpool Small Cinema, which is curated by a collective including Elsewhere Cinema, which programmed 58%, foregrounding films by women, trans and non-binary filmmakers. LUX and Cinenova, which distribute experimental and feminist films respectively, have just moved to a new venue with a screening space. So I think this is an incredibly exciting moment for people to access films outside the mainstream.

In addition, many intersectional feminist collectives such as gal-dem screen films as part of their events and online presence; video diaries, documentaries, music videos, animation, experimental shorts – these are a core part of the language of fourth-wave feminism, and they are often channelling the influence of all kinds of historical feminist experimentation. If you watched Beyoncé’s Lemonade, you watched a film influenced by the LA Rebellion cinema of Julie Dash, and you can see the restoration of her film Daughters of the Dust at the London Film Festival (and hopefully touring thereafter) this October.




You can also see the restoration of Lizzie Borden’s legendary feminist science fiction film Born in Flames at the same festival, which was one of Club des Femmes’ very first screenings. The words ‘experimental’ and ‘feminist’ sound challenging, but this is work that has permeated our culture.



I think you have mentioned ‘poethics’ in an interview I read somewhere…I was wondering – given your contribution to Catechism: Poems for Pussy Riot and your continued engagement with active voices of feminism, queer poetics and issues of misrepresentation (across cinema and poetry) –  what your views on poetry as activism are?

Poethics is feminist poet and scholar Joan Retallack’s word; she talks about the ‘poethical wager’ in her 2003 book of the same name. Ethics – and activism – begin in language for me, and hence there is no poetry (or communication) that is not activism. Take citational practices, for example: whose work you foreground, how and where you name them, what gets footnoted and what doesn’t, whose work you reference/foreground/epigraph/pastiche and how. These are political acts.

Of course, they’re not the only political or ethical acts, but too often we assume a capital-P Political, both as part of a spectrum of significance with Political Poetry (generally satire or war poetry) at the top; and as part of a binary, as if there were Political Poetry and all other work were apolitical (by design). If language is political and ethical, then you can choose to ignore that, but then your work inscribes dominant politics as a matter of course.

So my activism begins at the level of the word. But I am also an avowedly activist writer, although that means different things at different times – collective editing work, collaborative writing work (with Sarah Crewe), bringing poetry into alternative spaces (like experimental feminist film screenings), teaching radical histories of poetry, reviewing and advocating for other activist writers and publications, and being activist within my own creative practice.



In Her Various Scalpels (Shearsman, 2009) you begin with a sequence entitled ‘star poems’, each is ‘after’ a film (Lynne Stopkewich’s Kissed, Michael Winterbottom’s 9 songs, Anthony Minghella’s The English Patient, Sally Potter’s The Gold Diggers, Rebecca Miller’s The Ballad of Jack and Rose, Sofia Coppola’s The Virgin Suicides, and Lucrecia Martel’s La Niña Santa). Though this initially seems like an explicit dialogue, the poems are inventively skewed. The mentioned films seem to become tonal indicators for how to enter the poetic space, rather than a more familiar ekphrastic response of about-ness…what was it that drew you to these particular films? They would make for a fascinating programme of screenings!


I wrote those poems over a decade ago, so I’m reconstructing from memory. The Gold Diggers was out of circulation for a very long time – from its initial release in 1983 until its DVD release in 2009. I was lucky enough to see it on video in 2005, when I was first researching my book on Sally Potter, and it made a very deep impression on me. I think that was the kernel of the series, which posed a question (as the film does) about the female performer as star – literally, as a light source. That visual metaphor is present in Kissed, where it refers to a spiritual experience of female sexuality, and in The Virgin Suicides, where the remembered Lisbon sisters appear to emit light. These female performers draw attention to themselves, and thus to the film as film, and to our responses to watching film – they are asterisks, textual markers as well as astronomical bodies.

I’m not a big fan of about-ness, in the sense of a narrative centred on a character or theme. What interests me about the ekphrastic is the formal challenge of moving image language from one medium to another – but even more than that, the potential for disruption. In epic poetry, ekphrastes are interruptions: a pause in a dramatic scene to look closely at a visual detail that might present a counter-narrative, prophetic insight or thematic parallel, but is also often riotously sensual and attentive to the skill of the visual artist (and thus offers parallels for the poet’s skill). It’s reflexive, hybrid and a form of poetics: not just description. Or rather, description is never just description, it’s a theory of optics, narratology, form, relation, etc.

Each of the poems begins by looking at the films’ ‘about-ness’ (9 Songs is about a straight couple having sex and listening to bands) and then asks what else there is to a film, other than a plot summary – the films I chose have a strong sense of their own reflexive use of the medium, their critique of about-ness. I love the oblique use of sound in La Niña Santa, for example, and the chaptering of 9 Songs which is really quite stringent and structuralist. All of them are (now I think about it) also films about loss, but none of them are elegiac (or in The Virgin Suicides, the masculinist elegiac is somewhat satirised); instead, they vividly summon what has been lost (which is almost always female or feminine) into presence; often, as in The English Patient, that summoning exceeds the frame that is meant to hold it – and that excess, I guess, became what fed the poems.

I find the eroticism that runs throughout many of your poems a really interesting element – one that is able to prickle with wit, but also playfully enjoy itself. Do you ever find that the ‘playful’ – as a dynamic that is restless/mobile/mutable – can speak to queerness as well as maybe a kind of Surrealism? Could eroticism be a space in poetry and film for gender and sexual fluidity to explore, and be explored by, kinds of Surrealism?

There’s a lot of terms imbricating each other here: eroticism, playfulness, queerness, Surrealism. I think they all have historied relations to one another that are complex and worth drawing out: for example, Breton’s dismissal of Cocteau from the Surrealist movement because of his sexuality.

Rosalind Krauss’ writing on Surrealism has been very influential on my critical thinking, as have the scholars of women Surrealists. The big Angels of Anarchy show at Manchester Art Gallery in 2009, which I loved, made it clear that many women (and many queer women) operated under the banner of Surrealism, often making the most inventive and persuasive work by putting gender and sexual fluidity and fantasy at the centre, like Eileen Agar or Dora Maar or Meret Oppenheimer or Frida Kahlo (although she disclaimed identification with Surrealism). So I think that those possibilities have already been realised, but have been written out of the standard histories and gallery accounts.

Angela Carter and Kathy Acker were hugely influential writers that I discovered as a teenager, and both of them were unabashed in their erotic play with literary form. And there are similar feminist erotics of form in the work of Lizzie Borden, Cheryl Dunye, Sandra Lahire, Chantal Akerman, Ulrike Ottinger, Hito Steyerl, Tejal Shah… the list goes on.




I LOVE your collection (O) (Arc, 2009), the poem ‘Silence, Singing’ was, for me, a particularly stunning beast! As quite a long poem, taking its form in fragments of prose, it plays with the essay form and though your collection mentions both Susan Howe and Anne Carson, I was wondering whether essay-films may also have had an influence on its style and rhythms?

Absolutely. But both Howe and Carson have written about film: Carson particularly about Antonioni (and particularly his lesser-known documentary work, in her essay Foam, in Decreation), and Howe about Marker, in Sorting Facts, or Nineteen Ways of Looking at Marker (who was a book designer as well as a filmmaker…). So the 21st century feminist poetic essay is already infused with the essay-film – and vice versa. One of the first essay-films is Forough Farrokhzad’s ‘Khaneh sia ast’ (‘The House is Black’), from 1962 – Farrokhzad was a poet as well as a filmmaker, and a truly revolutionary artist.

‘Silence, Singing’ is actually one of the least consciously cinematically-inflected pieces of writing I’ve done, although I think the fragmentary form, and the movement between thoughts, is definitely shaped by an immersion in the work of filmmakers such as Sarah Turner, Sarah Wood, John Akomfrah, etc. There’s only one directly filmically imagistic moment in it, and it’s quite hidden: when I’m overlaying Iphigenia and Bathsheba standing at the military camp, my internal visualisation was shaped by Michael Cacoyannis’ film Iphigenia.

The last poem in that collection, a signature poem no less (‘The Mayer’) has some of the most dizzyingly wonderful collisions: ‘Albus Einstein’s particles and Gertrude / Stein’s participles’ being a particular favourite! Film and poetry can play with time in varying ways – are there any particular poets or filmmakers that for you offer exciting new ways to experience or understand time? Apologies – I know the list could be endless…but it just seemed like the ending of (O) was significantly drawn into this question, looking into ‘this ever-present. (O) dazzle of mayhappening’.

It’s an answering (or bracketing) signature poem: the opening poem is called Sophia. So it’s definitely about enfolding and cyclicity, as the section titles of the book suggest (I Do, I Undo, I Redo). It’s a stand against time’s arrow and the insistent eschatological linearity of colonial heteropatriarchy. We need to think about this aspect of time, it’s critical – and political. It’s a theory of history as much as anything.

I love Agnès Varda walking back… back… back… surrounded by mirrors in The Beaches of Agnès (and her precise jokes with time in Cléo de 5 à 7). The spirals of time, repetition, and remembering in Sally Potter’s The Gold Diggers. The incremental seriality of Inger Christensen’s It (translated by Susannah Nied). Always Coming Home and ‘A Fisherman of the Inland Sea’ by Ursula K. Le Guin. Maya Deren’s handling of space-as-time in ‘Meshes of the Afternoon’ and ‘At Land’. Allison Adele Hedge Coke’s unwriting of colonial time and reinscription of indigenous (including non-human) temporalities in Blood Run.

The Beaches ofAgnès (dir. Agnès Varda, 2008)
Blood Run and It are both book-length sequences that offer cosmogonies and cosmic time, although their sequentiality is quite differently structured. Ambitious without being overbearing, generous yet rigorous: I think the feminist long poem/book-length sequence, as it works through and deconstructs both the realist novelistic narrative and the militaristic nationalist epic (going back to Howe and Carson from the previous question, but also Bhanu Kapil, Claudia Rankine, Karthika Nair, Liz Howard, Lucas de Lima) is where the unwriting of time is at in contemporary poetry.

Are there particular poets or filmmakers that you return to for inspiration? What films or books kick-start the imagination or restore your faith in all things cine/poetic?

See above! What I like about working as a curator and critic and teacher and editor, as well as an artist, is getting to cross back through works or artists I’ve previously encountered, but from a different perspective, or framing them differently, or with a different audience. Pairing Rankine’s Citizen: An American Lyric with Marker’s Sans Soleil for a class this year, for example, to think about what bell hooks calls ‘black looks.’ Or screening Abigail Child’s film about Mary Shelley, A Shape of Error, with readings by Sophie Robinson and Isabel Waidner. It’s about activating the re-readings or re-encounters as much as anything.

For private sustenance, I do return frequently to Le Guin’s The Dispossessed, to Charlotte Brontë’s Villette, to Audre Lorde’s Sister Outsider, Chrystos’ In Her I Am: books I encountered in my late teens and early 20s, when I was working things out. (And Tori Amos lyrics.) I’m also always quoting Judith Butler’s Precarious Life (it’s the epigraph to (O) ).

After writing Political Animals, which discusses over 500 films, my relationship to cinema has changed somewhat – there’s a certain fatigue, particularly with mainstream cinema. Probably the film I’ve rewatched most from the films I talk about there is Belle (Amma Asante), but it was also a cue to revisit films I’d seen at festivals and half-remembered like The Time We Killed by Jennifer Reeves. Festivals and curated programmes are where I do a lot of my viewing now: it’s quite social, and as much about context as content. That said, I am very excited to see the restorations of Born in Flames and Daughters of the Dust, and the first features by Margaret Salmon and Hope Dickson Leach, and Desperate Optimists’ Further Beyond, at the LFF. I’ve fallen in love with the work of American short filmmaker Jennifer Reeder over the last year, and Thai filmmaker Anocha Suwichakornpong.

In poetry, what excites me here and now is the relation of new writing to editorial and curatorial projects: for the UK alone, Dorothy Lehane and Litmus, Sarah Crewe and aglimpseof, Andrea Brady and Archive of the Now, Theo Chiotis and Futures, Eleanor Perry, Juha Virtanen and Datableed. Nisha Ramayya, Eley Williams, Prudence Chamberlain and Generative Constraints. Sam Solomon, Joe Luna, Natalia Cecire and The Sussex Poetry Festival. And so many more. The inventive, joyous effervescence of creating alternative spaces for embodied, political poetics.



Thursday, 15 September 2016

An Interview with John Ashbery

LIGHT GLYPHS 2: JOHN ASHBERY

  



‘… Movies show us ourselves as we had not yet learned to recognize us—something in the nature of daily being or happening that quickly gets folded over into ancient history like yesterday’s newspaper’

Ashbery, ‘The System’ (Three Poems, 1972)

The American poet John Ashbery has accumulated a vast and unique body of work: with over twenty volumes of poetry; several plays; a collaborative novel (A Nest of Ninnies, written with James Schuyler); collected prose and art criticism; two collections of French translations (in addition to translating Rimbaud’s Illuminations, Pierre Reveredy’s Haunted House, much of Giorgio de Chirico’s Hebdomeros and Pierre Martory’s The Landscapist); and, most recently, re-imagining a ‘lost film’ screenplay for Canadian director Guy Maddin. Widely translated, influential and bedecked with almost every award (including a Pulitzer and, more recently, the National Medal of Arts awarded by Barack Obama in 2011), Ashbery’s poetry continues to beguile, enchant and confuse with its amorphous ventriloquism of American life.
In the spring of 2009, the Harvard Film Archive organised ‘John Ashbery at the Movies’, a series of films curated in celebration of his passion for cinema. This included filmmakers who have acknowledged Ashbery as an influence (Abigail Child, Nathaniel Dorsky, Phil Solomon) and films chosen by Ashbery himself. In addition to the active role of film in his poetry, one of the other (many) reasons that this programme came into being was Ashbery’s illuminating prose on cinema. His essays, on Jacques Rivette, the phenomenon of Fantômas, Val Lewton’s The Seventh Victim, and Edgar G Ulmer’s Detour, are all insightful, clearly wrought and downright infectious in their palpable enthusiasm. This conversational impulse between mediums can be traced back to early collaborations with the filmmaker and photographer Rudy Burckhardt, to the close friendship with Frank O’Hara (who in turn often collaborated with filmmaker Alfred Leslie), the invigorating artistic circles gathering around the Tibor de Nagy gallery in 1950s and 60s New York, and, in Ashbery’s formative and frequent cinema trips during his time living in Paris.
However, it is not simply as a point of superficial reference that cinema emerges but in the shifts of attention that a reading of his poems can induce. For instance, the syntactic disjunction of The Tennis Court Oath (Ashbery’s boldly experimental second collection, 1962) has been discussed by critic Daniel Kane as a poetic equivalence of the editing techniques of surrealist film. The productive instability of both ‘surrealism’ and ‘film’, as concepts and experiences, generates a mobile ambiguity that Ashbery’s poetry has long embraced. Rather than simply referring to film, it is instead in the ability of his poems to enact and inspire experiences that, moving between understanding and its sensation or a moment and its expression, poetry and cinema can both be brought into permeable awareness. The crossing of artistic boundaries and contexts, gleefully tickled or blurred, is also clearly at work in Ashbery’s interest in collage – which is where this discussion begins…

Do you feel your engagement with visual collages (having now had four exhibitions to date) has changed at all since the summers spent with Joe Brainard, and even earlier experiments throughout college?

I suppose my engagement with collages has expanded now that I am able to show them at a gallery. I’ve been working on them quite a bit this summer and hoping there will be another show. 

Could you possibly say a bit about the collaged play, The Inn of the Guardian Angel (using New York Times obituaries and Hollywood fanzines) that you apparently lent to Guy Maddin during his Seances project?

He and I were fans of each other's work before we ever met and conversed. His recent Seances is beautiful, and of course I love Archangel, My Winnipeg and The Saddest Music in the World, one of my all-time movie favorites. Yes, The Inn of the Guardian Angel is an abandoned project. The title taken from a children’s book by the 19th century French (or Russian) children's author Contesse de Ségur. I abandoned it and sent it to Guy telling him he could “strip mine” it for his next movie. I don’t think I wrote anything but the “How to Take a Bath” section in his last film. The actor in that film [Louis Negin] who tells an off-color joke (one that I heard in grade school many a year ago) is a sort-of objet trouvé of Guy's, whom he, Guy, has used in a bunch of films.

Let’s talk more about film ...

I've always been a fan of movies, and, even more than that, I think the idea of them has somehow informed my work. Do you know my poem ‘The Lonedale Operator’ in my book A Wave? I realized one day that nobody had ever written a poem on the all-important subject of the first movie they ever saw, so I proceeded to do so. It sort of wobbles away from that subject towards the end as my poems tend to do! 

Could you say a bit about ‘John Ashbery at the Movies’, the programme of films coordinated by Haden Guest and Scott Macdonald at the Harvard Film Archive?

First off, ‘John Ashbery at the Movies’ was quite interesting to me, as I had forgotten some of the films and not seen others. The younger filmmakers who were apparently influenced by me were particularly appealing, notably Abigail Child, who is famous but whom I didn't know before then, and I especially liked Phil Solomon’s film The Exquisite Hour. Also the Busby Berkeley and Daffy Duck films were just as I remembered them. I was a little disappointed in a French film called Adieu Léonard, which I had seen many years ago in Paris and remembered as a bizarre and delightful comedy. It was just OK. It was made during the Occupation and has some of the creepy brilliance of many of the films of that time. (One I particularly recommend is Called Douce by Claude Autant-Lara, a 19th Century romantic tear-jerker that features the famous character actress Marguerite Moréno as an obnoxious old rich lady).

'Douce' (1943)

I once read somewhere that you recommended The Psychotronic Encyclopedia of Film (Michael Weldon), do you still have this? I have a copy (as a result of that recommendation), it’s an absolute treasure-trove of trash! I love it. Do you have any other books about or on film that have been important to you?

I hope I do still have a copy of The Psychotronic Encyclopedia of Film, though I haven’t seen it around lately. I can’t think of other books on film that have been important, except for the Hallowell guides and Leonard Maltin’s guides for catching films on TV. That book was useful when I wrote a poem, “They Knew What They Wanted,” where every line was a movie title that began with “they.”
                             
Are there any other poets that share your particular taste in movies? Or poets whose work flirts with film in ways that interest you?

Frank O’Hara and I both were on the same wavelength with regard to movies. Also John Yau has written an essay on going to the movies with me, which I haven’t read in a long time, but is quite probably very informative. Robert Polito writes interestingly about film in his poetry.

Two of your favourite films, On Approval (1944 and Dead of Night (1945), showcase the charms of British actress “Googie” Withers (Georgette Lizette Withers) …


By coincidence I saw On Approval and Dead of Night just a few weeks ago on TV. The marvelous channel Turner Classic Movies had a sort of mini Googie festival, which also included It Always Rains On Sunday, which as its title would suggest is rather dreary. I first saw Dead of Night sometime in the late forties, at a time when I used to view movies serially. I probably saw it around 20 times along with such other faves as René Clair's Le Million and Clive Brook’s On Approval, maybe my all-time favorite. Bea Lillie was magnificent as the wealthy spinster Maria Wislack and Googie Withers perhaps even greater as the nice person in the movie. It’s funny about Dead of Night. When I first saw it in Boston in the 40s the golf links sequence wasn’t shown, I had to wait until my 16th or 17th viewing in order to see it. Googie again gives her all, especially when she is about to be strangled by her husband and looks in the antique mirror to discover a strange interior and manages to break the mirror just before her husband, whose name momentarily eludes me, almost does her in. I forgot to mention Cocteau’s Orphée, which was also part of my compulsive cinema-going.

from 'Dead of Night' (1945)

Having written with affection on Val Lewton’s films (produced for RKO pictures), specifically The Seventh Victim (1943), I was wondering if films from the 40s seem to retain a certain resonance or significance for you, and if so, why?

 I suppose 40s films have a certain “resonance or significance” for me, perhaps because that was the period of my adolescence when I was starting to go out and see things on my own and draw my own conclusions about them. The Seventh Victim is one of my all-time favorite movies, not just for its dark and forbidding atmosphere but for the sort of endearing clunky-ness it was made with. The totally obscure actress Jean Brooks exerts a mysterious magnetism.

There seems to be a certain way of appreciating a film that relates a sense of Surrealism to interpretive reception and not the film’s design, often a more potent experience than watching any self-declared ‘Surrealist’ film. In prioritising our own attentions as viewers, as opposed to a film’s original intentionality, certain details become lyrical: you describe the portrayal of New York in The Seventh Victim in this way, and the background décor and genius loci of Feuillade’s Fantômas films. Can you think of any other films that have struck you in this way…arguably all film, in the right moment or frame of mind!?

Offhand, a film I saw last night for the first time, again on TCM, a 1946 film noir titled The Dark Corner, starring Mark Stevens, Lucille Ball (in her pre-Lucy days--she was quite good in a straight role) as well as reliable villains Clifton Webb and Kurt Kreuger. Actually, the boundary between surrealist films and just any films is sort of undefinable. That's what draws us to movies I guess. I'll try to remember some partially surreal films for you. There is a very good short one called La Perle, written by the surrealist poet Georges Hugnet. More recently there are of course the wonderful films of Jacques Rivette, of which I am particularly fond, especially Out One/Spectre and Céline and Julie Go Boating. And of course Guy Maddin, whose surrealism is closely linked to his extreme nostalgia for old films.




In a 2002 interview with Mark Ford, you made a very interesting observation in which you related the ‘disintegration’ of Language poetry to that of Surrealism – suggesting ‘there’s a certain hard kernel that can stand the pressure for only so long, and then it starts to decay, giving off beneficial fumes.’ Are there any poets who particularly stand out for you, in their reaction to, or incorporation of, this fruitful ‘disintegration’ of Surrealism?


I've always felt that most surrealist poetry is disappointing when compared to the vague feelings that the word surrealism conjures up, even in daily, TV man-on-the-street interviews— “Hurricane Sandy was really surreal.” This admittedly inchoate concept is curiously more useful than the glacial surfaces of Breton and Éluard. I do love the poetry of Jacob and Reverdy, but they weren't “officially” surrealists, as far as I know. Perhaps they would be “poets who particularly stand out in their reaction to, or incorporation with this fruitful disintegration,” though they seem much less decadent than that would imply.
                                                                






[T]o communicate only through this celluloid vehicle that has immortalized and given a definitive shape to our formless gestures; we can live as though we had caught up with time and avoid the sickness of the present, a shapeless blur as meaningless as a carelessly exposed roll of film.’

Ashbery, ‘The System’ (Three Poems, 1972)