Showing posts with label The Kiss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Kiss. Show all posts

Friday, January 10, 2014

THE VOICE OF HUMANITY (KISS ON MY LIST)







"I would put up a hundred brass tablets to one phrase of Constantin Brancusi’s:


ONE OF THOSE DAYS I WOULD NOT HAVE GIVEN UP FIFTEEN MINUTES OF MY TIME FOR ANYTHING UNDER HEAVEN.


There speaks the supreme sense of human values.  There speaks WORK unbartered.  That is the voice of humanity in its highest possible manifestation."


Ezra Pound , from Demarcations, British Union Quarterly , January – April, 1937






Pound’s words, elaborating Brancusi’s phrase, inspire and remind me of the first time I saw Brancusi’s art and felt a rush and uplift in words’ absolute absence.  Cheers to Brancusi, Man Ray, Pound, Alfred Stieglitz, 291, and 2014 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductees Hall & Oates, who were a local band when we were in college and whose song is a sweet reminder of life lived, i.e., the voice of humanity. 






Top:  Man Ray and Constantin Brancusi toasting before Endless Column in Edward Steichen's garden, Fall 1927, Voulangis, France

Middle:  Constantin Brancusi exhibition, "291," New York City, 1914,  published in Camera Work, No 48, 1916

Lower:  Constantin Brancusi, The Kiss, 1908



Thursday, August 11, 2011

Clarity Regained As Lost Elvis Girl Found -- Some GOOD News From ArtDaily.org





  


Photographer Alfred Wertheimer said he never asked for the woman's name when he took the photograph and she never told it to him.



NEW YORK (REUTERS).- 


        A U.S. magazine has identified the mystery woman seen kissing singer Elvis Presley in a backstage theater stairwell in an iconic 1956 photograph.

        Barbara Gray, now 75 and living in Charleston, S.C., told Vanity Fair magazine that she didn't reveal her identity for the money or fame.

    "I just wanted to get my name on the damn picture," she said.

        Gray admitted that she become fed up with being known only as the "unknown woman in the wings" with a young Elvis in a stairwell at the Mosque Theater in Richmond, Virginia.

        Photographer Alfred Wertheimer said he never asked for the woman's name when he took the photograph and she never told it to him.

        After newspaper coverage of Wertheimer's photography exhibit at the Smithsonian in Washington, D.C. in early 2010 showed him standing in front of the photograph called "The Kiss," Gray tracked Wertheimer on Facebook and sent him a message.

        "I'm the girl. 'The Kiss.' Have a good story for you," she said.

        But Wertheimer, who had heard from many women who claimed to be the woman in the photo, didn't respond at first. Gray's claim was aired on the radio and eventually found its way to Vanity Fair, which authenticated Gray's claim.

        While Gray's own photos from the mid-1950s are nearly mirror images of the young woman in the photo and her recollections of the time and place were accurate, the clincher was her height. She is only four feet, 11 inches, the same height as the woman in the picture.

        "God he's beautiful," Gray recalled thinking when she met Presley, then 21, at his hotel in Richmond. But she also found him "kind of insecure" with an accent that made him sound like "a goofy guy from the sticks."

        After accompanying him to his show, Gray and Presley kissed in the stairwell. Later she found herself in Elvis' compartment on a New York-bound train. When a voice told Elvis the train was leaving, Gray said, "So, am I."

(Reporting by Chris Michaud; editing by Patricia Reaney) 



NOTE:   I was up in last night worrying about various things when the above Reuters article and famous photo slid into view.  It was nice to find one mystery solved, but another posed in the last paragraph of the piece.  Watching the lowest common denominator punditry on television this morning, I am pleased to live in Elvis Elysian Fields, at least temporarily.  Queries:  1.  Will MSNBC reinvent itself as a children's network?  Has it already? 2.  When Thomas L. Friedman's (in the New York Times) amped-up panic level hits VU-meter red range territory and his prose becomes almost coherent (if still unpleasant to read), does this indicate: a) a "market bottom;" or b) imminent Armageddon?   Silver Lining?  Although stress has caused me to put my back out, my dieting success is on the upswing because I'm too scared to eat.