A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
© Copyright 2020 Korrektiv Press. · All Rights Reserved · Admin
Are you at your brother's farm?
Actually, I'm home in San Diego now. But this was taken in the backyard of my childhood home, ten minutes from my brother's farm.
The shed looks very exotic to me. I don't recognize those flowers, and I imagine the smells are earthy around the shed, and that the air feels warm and humid.
I am interested in the way people conjure mental images from literature. Can they really relate to the imagery? I am reading Canticle for Leibowitz and listening to Watership Down. I can totally relate to the desert imagery in Canticle. I hear the rock sounds and know the dusty desert smells. There are different variations and intensities of heat. I can't relate to the Yew trees and birch. The green fields and rain are foreign to me. I want to go there, so I can take it all in.
CM – If you had to choose between the Shed and Kinkade's Christmas House, which would it be?
Matthew,
Trick some trade here: How do you get your pics to appear so large on the posting?
JOB
Do you mean which one would I hang on my wall, this picture or the Christmas Cottage? Or do you mean where would I want to be, puttering around the shed in Bedford Falls, NY, or in some alternate reality where the Christmas Cottage exists? If I were to chose between the two pictures I would probably take the shed as a framed photo, but it would be a tough choice. I really like the shed, and I could imagine it was the focal point of a lot of puttering. A lot of spring plantings started there. Someone did a lot of thinking a praying out there as they went about the yard puttering. Kinkade actually produced regular landscapes that are less commercially oriented. I’ve seen them and they are not bad. If it were the shed and a less commercially oriented landscape, I might choose the landscape.
If it were the alternate reality I take the Christmas Cottage. But why? I know that he is not popular in art circles and his work is overly sentimental and commercial. It’s the light. I find myself fixated on the light and what it means. I really thought about your question last night. I even went for a walk, and thought about it. As a child I wanted to live in a house like that since my experience was very very far from such a thing. My home did not have much of that light. I am like a moth in that I am attracted by the light.
It also references back to my earlier comment about how experience influences perception and imagination. The desert has so much light and it is so intense, that my perception of it is probably different than a lot of people. Light can kill. You can feel the death rays at noon. There is so much light here and at so many different intensities that encountering a light that conveys warmth and comfort is a special experience.
CM,
Welcome back!
JOB
Ever seen something awful in the woodshed?
Did anyone ever take you out behind the woodshed?
I thought it was something NASTY in the woodshed. Or aren't we talking about Cold Comfort Farm?
Yes, "nasty" is the word. You young people have all the words.