Saturday, February 21, 2015

January 2015 Poetry Salon: Photos and Videos

At last, here are the photos and video from my Poetry Salon at Urban Gallery on January 31, 2015.

It was another wonderful, warm, talented, supportive afternoon of poetry and music! The rich imagery of the poems and the warmth of the Salon remain with me. Many thanks to our great features, Karen Shenfeld, Bänoo Zan, Michael Oesch and Saskia van Tetering, and to all the poets who shared their poetry on open mic, Susan Helwig, Mike Lipsius, Pat Connors, Norman Bethune Allan, Charles Taylor and Elaine Waddell. A rich tapestry of poetry and music indeed!

Many thanks to Josef Hochleitner, who kindly came and took photos, some of which I've uploaded here, that are superb. Thank you to Urban Gallery, and to Glenda Fordham, their wonderful publicist, who came and photographed the early part of the Salon. Full Picasa album with the names of everyone here:


January 2015 Poetry Salon in its entirety! No more fussy clips - from now on, one video of everyone (who permits posting). Below are the poets and musicians and the time the introduction to them and their reading begins. (direct link:

:40 - *Susan Helwig*:
1. Wartime: more stories
2. I need to know

3:23 - *Mike Lipsius*

7:25 - *Bänoo Zan*:
1. Azän on a Toronto Streetcar
2. Payäm-där
3. Allah-u Jamil va Yoheb-o Jamal
4. Letter to My Father
5. Namäz
6. Battle of Books
7. Letter to God
8. I die for you, I live for me

28:00 - *Brenda Clews*:
1. Light Catches Diamonds, from 'the luminist poems'

31:47 - *Norman Bethune Allan*

37:26 - *Charles Taylor*
1. Hey Jim Morrison

43:47 - *Pat Connors*:
1. Bluebottle Fly Trapped in a Blue Bottle
2. 35
3. Unattainable

48:46 - *Elaine Waddell*

52:12 - *Karen Shenfeld*
1. Brief Note to an Engineer
2. Companion Poem
3. Circumference
4. They Praised Her to Pharoah and She Was Taken into His Palace
5. The Standing Prayer
6. Bathurst Manor
7. Confession
8. "Theatre Doctor

1:13 - *The Minions: Michael Oesch and Saskia van Tetering*

A fun 16 second silent timelapse video of Josef's photographs of moi dancing to The Minions' 'Iceland' Pong. (direct link:

Backstory: I had heard MOesch perform with his theramin and Saskia and Michael were vacationing in Iceland, and so I asked if Saskia had a poem that they could do with the theramin at the Poetry Salon where they were featured because I had a mask that might work and I could do some dance/creative movement to accompany their Pong (what The Minions call their poem songs). I heard a version of the Pong the night before where they were performing in Kensington Market and the next day danced to it. Since they had also just created the music for Saskia's poem, the whole piece, music and dance, were pretty much ad lib, impromptu.

The Split Mask came from 'the depths' - out of the unconscious, however that is - an image which I carried for months and then began making the mask which demanded a poem that took a year to write - but that is all another project and not this fun romp at my most recent Poetry Salon.

You saw this one a few weeks ago... it's the 'Iceland' dance from another camera (direct link: and has the poem and music as well as the dance.

The Features:

Toronto's KAREN SHENFELD has three books of poetry to her credit, published by Guernica Editions: The Law of Return, (1999), The Fertile Crescent (2005) and My Father’s Hands Spoke in Yiddish (2010). Her poetry has been published in numerous poetry journals in the USA, UK, South Africa, Bangladesh and Canada. She won the 2001 Canadian Jewish Book Award for Poetry and was long-listed for the Relit Award in 2005. Along with being a poet, Karen is a widely published magazine journalist, editor (both print and screen) and filmmaker. Her indie documentary, Il Giardino, The Gardens of Little Italy, screened at several film festivals, including Planet in Focus. Karen is currently working on her fourth book of poetry, two documentary films, and a screenplay for a feature, which has been optioned by Canadian director Bruce McDonald.

Writer, translator, teacher, and poetry organizer, BÄNOO ZAN, landed in Canada in 2010. She has over 80 publications. As managing editor, she doubled the number of submissions and made Voices 2012 anthology financially solvent. She hosts Shab-e She’r (Poetry Night), the most diverse poetry series in Toronto bringing together people from different ethnicities, nationalities, religions (or lack thereof), sexual orientations, ages and poetic voices, visions and styles. She believes her politics is her poetry.

MOesch is a most unique dynamic artist. You never know what will come from him next. He has a back ground in blues and folk. And is one of a few musical artist who have toured across Canada on foot. In 2002 and 2005 MOesch walked over 11,000 km traveling through every province and even venturing into Labrador. "14 month on the road felt like 50 years, I'm ready to settle down." Even Though MOesch has settled back in Toronto he has not settled, his musical output has expanded into trance, electronic and he has started a Celtic band and plays in a rhythm and blues band, but more than anything MOesch loves to just sit back and play his lap steel guitar.

Author SASKIA VAN TETERING is a lifelong lover of words, especially poetry. In 2008, Saskia fulfilled a lifelong dream by self-publishing her first book, life unmasked, comprising poems and short stories. Swimming to the surface, her second collection of poetry was published in 2009 by In Our Words, Inc., and in January 2012, bojit press in Toronto, Ontario, published After Philosophy. Saskia is currently working on her fourth book of poetry and short stories, River of Ghosts. She describes herself as a Renaissance woman, balancing her own business, the anticipated completion of a Bachelor of Arts degree after a 30-year hiatus, with finding time to write, volunteer, and to travel with her soul mate and husband, Michael. Saskia is a member of the Canadian Federation of Poets, of The Ontario Poetry Society, and of the Peel Chapter, CFP. She resides near the Beaches in Toronto, Ontario, with Michael and their fluffle of bunnies.

Friday, February 13, 2015

Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait

Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait

When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, "How black do you think I have to be?"Basquiat, quintessential black artist, brilliant rebel whose astronomical rise in the international art market in his 20s, was dead of a heroin over-dose by age 27. During his short lifetime, he produced thousands of paintings and drawings. Driven, talented, full of paradoxes, aware and vulnerable, Basquiat, wild child of his times, is the focus of a blockbuster show, 'Now's the Time,' currently on at the AGO, where over 80 of his paintings and drawings are on display until May 10, 2015.

His blackness, like everything in his life and oeuvre, is entangled with paradoxes. While he would give us each bars of black soap (Black Soap, 1981) so that when we washed we would become blacker, he moved in an almost exclusively white world. Phoebe Hoban, who knew Basquiat and wrote a vivid biography of him:

Despite the pointed racial references in his work, Basquiat was more in touch with white than with black culture. Like his father, he rarely went out with black women....During his lifetime, he was not embraced by African-American critics....Greg Tate wrote, "I remember myself and Vernon Reid being invited to Jean-Michel Basquiat's loft for a party in 1984, and not even wanting to meet the man, because he was surrounded by white people."....With the exception of being bused to one primarily white school, he never experienced racial segregation.... He pretended he came from the street, and in the end he went back to the street--for drugs." Despite being marketed as a "street artist" by the art machine, including the AGO, "Basquiat was not a true graffiti artist; he didn't work up through ranks as a "toy," earning the right to leave his tag on certain turf, and he never drew on subways; certainly the stars of Wild Style, Charlie Ahearn's graffiti film of the time, didn't consider Basquiat a real member of their group.2

Perhaps Basquiat, who, at the beginning of his 'public' career as an artist painted his graffiti near SOHO Galleries, always had his eye on becoming a famous artist. "Since I was seventeen," Basquiat said, "I thought I might be a star."

Basquiat was one of the artists who formed a new movement, Neo-Expressionism, that broke through the bland surfaces of Minimalist and Conceptual art of the 60s and 70s by re-introducing the figure and bright, expressionistic colour into paintings. His "canon revolves around single heroic figures: athletes, prophets, warriors, cops, musicians, kings and the artist himself."3 Basquiat himself says, "The black person is the protagonist in most of my paintings. I realized I didn't see many paintings with black people in them."4 In his art, there are many references to and explorations of black history, homages to black figures like musicians and boxers and we find fury at the slave trade and black labour in his art, yet the world he moved in, as Hoben elucidated, was largely a white one. Perhaps one of the reasons Basquiat became a successful international artist was that he wanted, not to be a famous Black artist, but a famous artist, and was able, on some level, to divest himself of his colour while maintaining a burning anger at the ironies of discrimination, segregation, and a multitude of racial violences against Black people as the core subject matter of his work.

Basquiat's meteoric rise to fame came with a price the AGO ignores. There are no references to his drug use or the cause of his death anywhere in the AGO tour guide or the mass-market $10. art book of the works in the show.5 It is a bizarre exclusion. The curator of the show, Austrian art historian, curator and critic, Dieter Buchhart, seeks to establish Basquiat's place in art history and locates his work at the crux of important dialogues on black identity and the social forces of discrimination and the way the state sanctions that with various forms of violence towards Black Americans. While I feel Basquiat's art transcends his blackness, it is undeniable that the thrust of his art speaks to and draws upon issues of Black power, empowerment and creativity. Basquiat is a socially conscious black artist whose work remains politically relevant — this is a crucial point and much is made of it in “Now’s the Time.” In 1986, he had a show in the capital of the Ivory Coast and Emmerling conjectures that Basquiat may have been "seeking out an identity that did not reject or ignore his blackness, but accepted it as fundamental."6

"I don't think about art while I work. I try to think about life." Basquiat put the problems of race at the centre of his art. And yet he was somewhat removed from the difficult experience of blackness in America in terms of the ghetto of poverty and street violence. He grew up in Brooklyn, New York, in a wealthy middle class family. He went to private schools, his father, an accountant, drove a Mercedes. His mother, a New Yorker of Peurto Rican descent, his father, Haitian, separated when he was 8 and within 3 years his mother was admitted to a mental institution, which she would be in and out of many times in the ensuing years. Basquiat was a precocious, gifted child who, taught by his mother, became fluently tri-lingual, speaking and writing English, French and Spanish.

By Grade 10, he had dropped out of school, and left home, citing emotional and physical abuse from his father, and was adopted by a friend's family, couch-surfed and lived sporadically on the streets of New York. While working in the art department of Unique Clothing Warehouse, he became a graffiti artist by night, developing a name, SAMOS (with Al Diaz), spray painting signs and inscriptions that were an epigrammatic street poetry. He created a noise rock band, "Gray." Nowhere do we find an 'art education.' While much is made of a childhood accident that put him in hospital and where he studied Gray's Anatomy (hence the name of his band), a book his mother gave him, and that his mother took him and his sisters to many galleries throughout his childhood, Basquiat is essentially a self-taught artist. He later said, "I don't listen to what art critics say. I don't know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is."

And this is the central paradox of Basquiat for me. Despite being a 'Neo Expressionist' working in the 1980s at the height of Conceptualism, I find that Basquiat's paintings and drawings would be incomprehensible without the critic who provides the cultural contexts and explanations for his work. The painting that the AGO titles this major show with, Now's the Time (1985), is an enormous (235cm), if irregular, wooden circle painted black. On it, Basquiat drew a circle in white oil stick within which he writes, "NOW'S THE TIME" with a © symbol (one of Basquiat's trademark signs) and PRKR (which we learn refers to the bebop musician Charlie Parker) and then there is a very small white circle drawn at the centre (or approximation of). While the painting resembles a large LP album, I found myself questioning it as ‘fine art’ as I stood before this massive icon. It seemed both clever advertising icon and an example of Conceptual art, which is so sparse and empty of form as to rely on a critic and on cultural context to enflesh it with meaning. While I am sure many would disagree with me for saying such a thing about a Basquiat, I had to wonder if someone from a part of the world who knew nothing about Western culture would understand this abstracted icon. That said, it works marvellously as a logo for the show at the AGO.

Could I accept it as concrete poem? Maybe I'd have an easier time with that. He "typically covered" surfaces, canvas, paper, "with text and codes of all kinds: words, letters, numerals, pictograms, logos, map symbols, diagrams and more.”6 The utterances in paint, oil stick and words can be too sparse, though, too abstracted. The most successful Conceptual artists give the critics a simplicity of image that gives the critics free reign to embellish and 'explain.' Basquiat is not exempt from the academic machine that has grown up around this type of art.

I find the reliance on references that are almost fully outside of the frame of the canvas, wood, door in Basquiat's paintings both a source of frustration and enjoyment in reading the text that needs to accompany them because the many references and histories we learn about enriches the experience of his work. With this type of Conceptualism, though, we are often left wondering who the real artist is, the painter or the critic, reviewer, researcher, writer whose language comes alive with their explanations and interpretations of what we see.

There are some metaphors that I do like which describe the notational quality of Basquiat's enscribed and enigmatic drawings and paintings. One is that he is like a matador who invites us to rush towards him only to have him move out of the way as we storm through. Another is what Parker was known for, "suspended accentuating," that he would let beats pass to make a sound stand out. There are many erasures in Basquiat's art. Moments half way to where they might be. What he leaves out, crosses out, paints over, expresses the idea of that painting. It is like inspiration in the middle of the night, things are scribbled, there are brilliant ideas, but the work is never finished. Basquiat, one might say, is not master of the understated but of the not-quite-done, the un-done, which leaves much space for the viewer, critic, teacher, art-lover to tell the story of his paintings according to their own needs and visions. Basquiat said that he did cocaine to stay up all night and paint, and heroin to sleep. Towards the end of his life, he claimed he was doing 100 packets of heroin a day, and so the paintings, we must assume to some extent, are fuelled by a drug-induced intoxication. Basquiat has been described as a megolomaniac who was also deeply vulnerable and who was alone in many ways. While the sense of the not-finished style of his art, the way his paintings (for this viewer) border on incoherence, and his drug-use may have parallels, I find it more intriguing to surmise on his drug use as the method by which he was able to surmount and silence 'long enough' the discriminatory critic within and paint his wild and raw paintings.

Today, as the retrospective at the AGO shows, Basquiat's work has been located firmly in the African diaspora and any critical examination of his work involves important dialogues on racial identity. He has become a figurehead of the success of the Black artist. There is the tremendous paradox of a Black artist who made it in the predominantly white world of high-priced international art, an artist who, while he divested himself of his black compatriots while alive, worked with almost singular passion on disturbing images that reveal the ironies and horrors of Black life in America, and by extension, all Western nations. That said, he will continue to inspire many generations of artists of colour, and he speaks to the rebel in us all.

Besides the typical approaches and apperceptions of Basqiat -- that he fits into the Romantic ideal of the tortured sensitive artist who lives life with a ferocity as if on fire and dies young, the political relevance of his work, and the insidious implication that the art world grabbed Basquiat as a Black mascot and forced him to paint day and night as he was propelled to fame and big money -- what happens in front of a Basquiat painting? We each see something that has relevance to us differently. So, I, too, will enter the arena of his art and describe one of my favourite paintings of his, a very famous one, "Untitled, 1981" (acrylic and oil stick on canvas).

Basquiat's method often is to paint blocks of colour, forms, to un-paint with cover-ups, erasures and so on, or with a pentimento technique of scratching away layers to give glimpses of what's beneath, and then to define the form of the painting, a head or person or cart or car, with a loosely drawn and sometimes quite scribbled outline that may not be complete but suggestive enough in oil stick. There is a writerly quality to the works that he develops in this way due to the oil stick drawn lines, as well as the word or verbal signs he often incorporates into his paintings.

In the "Untitled" head of 1981, however, we do not find lines of oil stick drawing overlaying blocks of colour like doodles of afterthoughts, but, rather, an integration of colour and line. The 'finishing' drawing syncopates with the background in an inter-textual meshing. The painting reveals a pulsing, raw, flayed head around which there is blue and orange, and so I see water and flames. The whole painting is united by a mad coherence. The head brings to mind an Aztec obsidian head of Tezcatlipoca at the British Museum (and later in the AGO show there is a drawing entitled, "Cruel Aztec Gods).

In the spirit of the scribbled, the incomplete, I offer my unedited notes as I stood in front of this painting: 'Drawing an outline over the painting to define the head, flayed head, where the city exists in the innards of the artist's imagination. Doors, tracks, red rivers, picket fences, earth and sun, fire, soot, bony yellow jaw, cut-away buildings like in 'Rear Window.’ Eyes that are different - one gazing in sadness; one quite cyborg and visionary with sun fronds. The stitches around the eye remind me of the scene in 'A Clockwork Orange,' where the eyes are mechanically held open. The ear's strange, like a lump or a landmass. That hair made of sticks or the lines on train tracks on the forehead. Wounds - surgical stitches. Nose black like soot. The head is almost pinned into place on the canvas. Everything stitched or stapled. Surgery. It is a terrifyingly beautiful portrait.'

As I complete this difficult article on the Basquiat show at the AGO, I will share some notes I made before certain paintings - these are not statements, or even sentences. They are not necessarily what I consider Basquiat's 'best,' or even my ‘favourite' works, but are simply ones I stopped and hand-wrote notes on my iPad (which the AGO allowed, and I was at times followed by security guards as they ascertained I was only writing, since photographing and drawing are barred).

Notary Public, 1981, drawing, oil stick on paper. "Lawyers and notary publics remind us of how the state is both security and also the site of multiple violences of all kinds." Cited from wall card at the AGO.

"The Ring" boxing 1987. Strange child-like drawing, vibrant red - striking, raw, a bloody statement. Boxing - triumphant punching, winning the fight, crowned king -boxing ring ="racialized struggle" - where the Black man can win. Yes!

"Untitled 1981"
-fab red notes erasured
statue of liberty

Simplicity of "Water-Worshipper" 1984
-wood slats-
-Egyptian mummy, tomb
-NA totem pole

"racism institutionalized through police brutality" - "Irony of a Negro Policeman 1981
-pentimento - paint applied in layers and scratched away
-blood red under whitewash a deeper story of violence beneath the veneer of white culture

*Basquiat's figures are always anatomically proportioned. Head to shoulders to legs, measurements mostly correct.

"Death of Michael Stewart" His friend, and fellow graffiti artist, was horrifically beaten to death by New York police while he was spray painting in a subway.

"Dark Milk" 1986 [a-60]
-dualisms become prominent - why was he turning to opposites -was he at war with himself too? Double identities...
-also collaging colour xeroxes of his own work (he begins to quote himself, then, to recycle himself)
-totally CAVE ART in Dark Milk - collage left side

His anatomy has a theatrical quality.
-tensions, successes, tragedies of African diaspora- complicated histories
-1984- "Untitled" S-P
that famous cave art Shaman, setting himself up as a oracle

Basquiat's 1983 self-portrait
-incredibly striking - very black - framing helps in the location at AGO
the figure is absent, the absence of the black experience in Western culture
-more- sit with it - a silhouette - no eyes only holes

"Obnoxious Liberals"
Samson on left - a historical symbol of slavery - exploitation of Africa and its peoples
-right - money; middle - "not for sale"

"Six Crimee" 1982
triptych - aquamarines - skull?? heads - 2 on each canvas x's + o's - quite gorgeous

"People are trapped in history and history is trapped in them" James Baldwin

"The Wolves"- MILK
gold - erasure
animal totems

1988 - Basquiat died that year -
Exu, Egyptian god, delivers newly dead souls to the afterlife
EXU - a figure in explosion
-eyes everywhere-
symbol of all-seeing deity
-yellow light exploding outwards-
spiked wolf animal head - totem animal

again, v. Egyptian
arrows - 2 out, 1 in
-poles or stick-like on a bonfire
-of course! being burnt at the stake
-orange and red flames
E[X]U --> EXIT
-man's body in jeans, animal head
-being burnt alive but
EXU looks notorious
-impossible for Basquiat to continue - he couldn't survive it


The Warhol/Basquiat -stunning - large, bright - pop art and primitive bustling detail of Basquiat's Conceptualism
Florida1984 -wow
Win $1000000 1984
High octane paintings, vibrant, bold, confident
-playful, messy and happy
"Apples and Lemons" 1985
haha, Cezanne...

Bischofberger - top German dealer who suggested the collaboration between Basquiat and Warhol - a pic of them, that looks like quite a painting behind them too

Jean-Michel Basquiat with his father Gerard Basquiat, with whom he had a complex relationship. They often met for dinner. After Jean-Michel died, his father guarded and looked after his estate with great care, even setting up a foundation to verify the many 'Basquiats' that emerged to cash in on the huge sums works of the artist were selling for. In November 2013, a Basquiat, "Dust Heads" (1982) sold for USD$48.4 million.


1. Leonard Emmerling, Basquiat (Taschen, New York: 2013), 46
2. From the New York Times (no date provided), the first two chapters of Phoebe Hoban’s biography, “Basquiat: A Quick Killing in Art”:
5. Jean-Micel Basquiat, “Now’s the Time,” edited by Dieter Buchhart, Art Gallery of Toronto, 2015
6. Emmerling, 75

Jean-Michel Basquiat: The Radiant Child, A Film by Tamra Davis, Arthouse Films, 2010 (highly recommended - with original footage of Basquiat)

On-line Sources

Basquiat’s Obituary in the New York Times, August 15, 1988:

from the New York Times (no date provided), the first two chapters of Phoebe Hoban’s biography, “Basquiat: A Quick Killing in Art”:

from The New York Times, November 2013, "Do you think this painting is worth $48.4 million?”:

from the European Graduate School, Jean-Michel Basquiat - Biography:

from, "I am Not a Gun" blog post, 'Phoebe Hoban — Basquiat: A Quick Killing in Art':

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Struggling with my Basquiat review

I'm really struggling with my Basquiat article. While I knew this would happen - there are too many tangents, too many things that need further explanation, and I do have a tendency to give too much background, and any more writing will weigh it down into tedium - so I need to finish up with a bunch of his images and tidy what I've written with a bit of prepositional dusting, vacuuming stray adverbs and whatnot, and polishing with that word-i-dex spray. Oh, lol. I like and don't like Basquiat's work, and think I'll be cremated alive as I try to articulate some of my issues since he is so popular presently.

Monday, February 02, 2015

The Minions (MOesch & Saskia) perform ‘Iceland,’ a Pong, and Brenda dances

direct link: Iceland

The Minions (Michael Oesch and Saskia van Tetering) perform, ‘Iceland,’ a Pong (poem song) and Brenda Clews dances in her Split Mask at the January 2015 Poetry Salon at Urban Gallery in Toronto.

It was a fun Poetry Salon! While there are photos to come, and one long video of the Salon, I edited this clip, shot on another camera by Barry (thank you), to bring out the ice and strangeness and transcendence of Iceland in Saskia's poem and Michael's music, especially with the theramin.