Julius Lester - Cupid and an Early Valentine

"We are only human. We make mistakes. We oft times do not know what we are 
doing, or why. We hurt each other out of the depths of hurts whose pain we have 
not felt. This is what it means to be human - to love each other in our 
mistakes, our hurting each other, and in the darkness that is always present."

Journal,  1978 

Remarkable Julius Lester

In Amherst, MA we have a marvelous, unique and incredibly creative man, a  man who has sought to understand human struggle - political, social, private and emotional - and documented it with force, feeling, and amazing tenderness.  He is Julius Lester.

New School professor, distinguished UMass faculty icon; folksinger, board member 1965 Newport Folk Festival; photo documentarian of the US civil rights movement (here's a great interview), Viet Nam war, and Castro/Cuba.  Pioneer in Afro-American Studies, Judaic and Near Eastern Studies.  But I admire Julius most for three things:

    
1. He wrote "Look Out, Whitey!  Black Power's Gon' Get Your Mama!" about his days (through early '68, though he must have turned the manuscript in just before April 4), as a field coordinator on the ramparts at the SNCC,
2. He wrote "Cupid," and when I heard his heart-melting reading at the Jones Library he left tears on many of our faces,
3. He occasionally reads, sings, or lay-leads at services in our lively local synagogue, the Jewish Community of Amherst.

When in Amherst, come to the back room at A. J. Hastings Newsdealer's, and search among the greeting cards for his hand-printed and signed masterpieces, including this one below ("Black American Gothic") which I presented to my wife one year on Valentine's Day.  Then walk across the street to Amherst Books and purchase a copy of "Cupid," as I did for my eldest daughter as a Valentine's Day gift when she was coming of age.

Black American Gothic  (1966)  -  (c) Julius Lester

I was lucky enough to speak with Julius recently when his photographs were on display at the JCA. Introduced myself as a reader and as the son of an old English department colleague.  We shared a few words, and I met his lovely wife.  I took a chance and complemented her that she was no doubt the blessing in his life who enables him to write so warmly about human love and vulnerability.  Then I [coarsely] quoted him this passage from "Cupid," and thanked him for the dialog his book had opened between me and my then 13 year old daughter:

"There come moments in each of our journeys when we can no longer continue our lives as they are.  But neither can we see what we will become.  We either go forward, with no idea of where we are going or what we are doing, or we remain as we are - and begin to die, though we do not realize that is the choice we have made.  This is why love is such a fearful undertaking...."

Cupid: A Tale of Love & Desire, 2007
 

Shabbat Shalom

A man who understands struggle and love, and can enlighten us on each, is someone who understands much of what life is about.


Gratefully Yours.

Through the Phantom Tollbooth with Norton Juster

Shopping Cart Week, II:

Amherst Celebrity Juster

Like you I'll bet, I had the unique and magical, private, literally wonder-ful experience entering another world of logic and absurdity to absorb Norton Juster's The Phantom Tollbooth's fantastic images, clever ideas, and delightful illustrations.

Only after I left town for college did I learn that this much-beloved author is by training actually an architect and planner, and has been on the faculty in the old home town, professor emeritus of design at Hampshire College.

I was eleven years old when I first read the book.  We were in Rome for spring holiday when I stepped into the incredible Red Lion Bookshop (then a block or two to the right off the bottom step at the Spanish Steps in Rome; later around the corner from its original spot), where in a number of visits I found Penguins a-plenty, acquired several Moomin-books and the entire Narnia Chronicles, and stepped out to take the first steps on an amazing mind journey with Phantom Tollbooth in hand.

The Portal

We now have a great local organization in town, Reader to Reader, that works to provide books and learning materials to underprivileged schools and libraries in the USA and around the world.  Professor Juster endorsed this tremendous organization and its literacy mission from the outset, and has been an outspoken supporter all along.

My connection and fond memory of Norton is from our conversation at founder Dave Mazor's 2010 event for Reader to Reader:

My #1 daughter was along with me that day.  She was approaching seventeen, and her reading of Phantom Tollbooth was in the past, but vividly so.  As I spoke with Norton, she came by and I made the introduction - and I watched her beautiful face transform from teen jade to pre-teen, wide-eyed purity: "Oh, WOW!! YOU wrote the Phantom Tollbooth??  REALLY????"  He was kind and funny as we traded a few dear favorite memories from the book, although no doubt this sort of thing must happen to him all the time.  A gracious and tender man.

It is hard to imagine many other books that can elicit such swooning favor, such longing for the transport and possibility of childhood.

Next stop: through the Tollbooth in Milo's toy car...

I've run into Norton pushing a shopping cart in Stop & Shop, raised a glass to see him honored at a Children's Book Illustrators' event at Rich Michelson's fabulous gallery in Northampton, and seen him line up on my parents' side of the street in a recent (2005) battle over the structure of town government (Amherst went, to its detriment, for Town Manager form rather than Mayor - and has been sliding downhill ever since).

Long Live the Mayor: Mayor Juster of Nonsense-opolis

Norton Juster is a local treasure of worldwide renown.  He puts Amherst, MA - our never-ending Nonsense-opolis - on the map.

Read a fine essay in NYR by Michael Chabon, on the fiftieth anniversary of the 1961 publication of "The Phantom Tollbooth," and this story of how the book came to be; listen to the author's tale of "My Accidental Masterpiece from a radio interview on NPR's All Things Considered.

Where Am I ??

On a Wild Nantucket Sleighride with Roy Bailey

Time to dream, and dream, and daydream again about Nantucket Island summers.

Happy Father's Day to my Dad, and here's a Nantucket reprise in honor of my parents spending the week now in Wauwinet...

In the Bailey Studio...

In the 1960's, one of Nantucket's great artists-in-residence was Roy Bailey, whose upstairs gallery above Miltimore's Dress Shop was on the corner of Orange Street and South Main Street, just up from where Mitchell's Bookshop now sits, and below Murray's Toggery.

Gorgeous

My parents knew Roy through some good mutual friends - natives, I'm obliged to point out - and collected a few of his pieces.

James Dean-esque and seductively dashing, Bailey was active in the art and performing arts community, and a regular in the Opera House, where a good martini could always be had, and a Coke at the bar would cost you $1 in 1968 (at the time, it was $.10 or .15 everywhere else on the island!).

Sixties island hoi-polloi would congregate in the Opera House after sailing, for evenings of tale-telling and tail-chasing.  It was a swinging scene among the yacht club set, up-and-comers, and Snopeses of all stripes.

Porters' Quarters, 59 Fair

At the time, we had a place on Fair Street, a short stroll away.

Now, if you read your Melville, you know that a Nantucket Sleighride is local (early 19th century) slang for the ride you and your (possibly doomed) friends took once the leashed harpoon you'd hurled found its mark in the whale's flesh and he took you for a long and rough ride, sometimes for hours... sometimes to the bottom of the sea.  Reference Captain Ahab.

Gentlemen of a certain age know well, also, that "Nantucket Sleighride" refers to a 5:50 rock classic (blended ballad/dirge and riff-rock roarer) from the 1971 album of the same name by monumental heavy/dinosaur band Mountain (alternately, to its 32-minute cousin from the live "Twin Peaks" album, much and painfully inferior).  As Mountain were preparing to release the great (I think their best) album Nantucket Sleighride, the band either selected - or commissioned anew - an etching by Bailey to illustrate the inner album spread.

I'd stared at this illustration ['Drawing of a Nantucket Sleighride'] many times - but only years later, after college, did I notice the attribution and realize it was ol' Roy who'd 'drawn' it.

"Three years sailing on bended knee ..."

So when in 1998 while biking into town now on Vestal Street I spotted Bailey's shingle, I hustled in to find him, aging and a bit brittle.

We introduced ourselves and chatted about the 'golden age' of Nantucket for ten minutes or so.  Then I revealed my real interest - to buy a print of the Nantucket Sleighride key art.

"Wow!" he shouted - "it's been years and years since anyone has even mentioned that piece to me!  I didn't think anyone remembered.  I barely remember it myself!"

Visit the Nantucket Whaling Museum

He did not have the print to sell - for all he knew, it had gone ages ago to Davy Jones' locker.  We reminisced and he let me know the connection had come about through a Nantucket fellow - "young man, don't remember his name now, but might have been a Coffin descendant" - who was friendly with the band and knew of their fascination with Nantucket, whaling, and the story of the whaleship Essex, all inspirations for the album.

Here is a nice Father's Day themed article about Roy Bailey.

Roy passed away in 2002 but he lives on in the memory of many a Nantucket "Golden-Ager' . . . as does this particular work of his in the hearts and minds of many I'd venture utterly unwitting rock fans of 40 years ago!!

Appreciating Jerry Liebling's Vision

R.I.P. Jerome Liebling, 1924 - 2011

In Focus: Jerome Liebling: (photo of, not by ...)

Jerome Liebling was a visionary photographer and documentarian of the American experience, who taught and inspired so very many, and whose pictures illustrate unique, personal and transcendent stories. It is said that "Jerome Liebling and his camera saw into the souls of America" - have a look here and see what you think.  He passed away on Wednesday.

In 1969, moving from Minnesota with his family, Jerry rented our home in Amherst for a year (my father had an exchange to teach American Literature at Keele University in the British Midlands). Upon arrival, Liebling started the interdisciplinary film and photography program at brand-new Hampshire College.   I challenge you to think of a better artist at combining film and photography than Ken Burns, who has many times expressed his deepest debt to Professor Liebling under whom he studied at Hampshire.

* * * Today begins the Emily Dickinson International Society's annual meeting, in Amherst. Come one, come all!  The EDIS was founded in 1980, my father keynoting and organizing the events.  At around this time, Jerry began capturing images for his spectacular book, The Dickinsons of Amherst.

Dickinson Fence  - Amherst, MA (1980)  Jerome Liebling

"Like Emily Dickinson, he is constantly wondering what happens to us after we die. Liebling: "In the body that remains, is there some residue of the spirit, of the soul?"  Dickinson: "Do people moulder equally. / They bury, in the Grave?"  Liebling's photographs are always asking where the line is between life and death.  What of our feelings lingers around the objects we loved?  Why is grief, even when 'tongueless,' so palpable?"

Christopher  Benfey

The Dickinsons of Amherst

While his imprint is admired the world over, and his work appears in the Corcoran Gallery of Art and the Museum of Modern Art,

Emily, by Jerry

 Jerry and his family made a huge mark on the Amherst academic, social, and political community for over forty years.  I feel fortunate to have known him.

God Rest His Soul.

J. C. Duffy: Fusco Father

Porter Brothers Meet the Fusco Brothers

J.C. Duffy, the hilarious cartoonist whose work appears frequently in the New Yorker and elsewhere, is a friend of my brother's whom I met at the bachelor party that I'd organized before Dave's wedding in 1997.  The two were classmates at U. Penn in the glory days.

We chatted again at a 40th birthday cookout in Trenton, N.J.

A lot of Duffy's tableaux take place in bars - and I support that!  For instance this one and that one. And here is something to enjoy in the sunny summer season:

Happy Summer Reading, friends...

Yes . . . a laughing, funny, burly guy is J.C. Duffy!

Leigh Keno: an Elegant Highboy

Leigh Keno: A Hamilton Original

You know him as a peripatetic TV host and one half of a matched-set of enthused antique furniture appraisers.

I first knew him as a hyper, wired sort of guy in the class a year ahead of me at Hamilton College.  A local-area kid from Herkimer, one exit over on the NY Thruway, Leigh was a pretty good drummer who sat behind the kit for Robbie and the Nylons, a new wave band on campus that occasionally shared rehearsal space with the band I was in, Rogue.

Queen Anne, c. 1760

Leigh and I also took a couple of the same courses in Art History from notorious department head Rand Carter, although Leigh must have really been paying attention.  He and brother Leslie (Williams '79) have parlayed their love for the "breakfront," the "high-boy," and all things "clawfoot" into a multivariate avocation - not only as an appraiser, collector, gallery-owner, philanthropist and all-around personality, but most recently as impresario with Keno Auctions.

Come to find out that Leigh's quite involved with the antique and collectible car market, personally as a race-car collector & driver, and ceremonially as a judge at the annual Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegance charity event.  And in 2005, he wrested a National Humanities Medal from the hands of President George W. Bush.

In college I had a '74 Chevy Nova 350-SS. No match for Leigh's 1938 Jaguar SS 100 . . .

Though I didn't know Leigh well, from our paths-crossings I can attest that what you see is what you get - he's really that nutty, animated and passionate about the 18th century furniture that your great-great-grandfather, in his youth, thought was long in the tooth.

Will Leigh Keno be our last link to the Golden Age of the American empire, now in such wretched decline?

Gumby Calling - Art Clokey, R.I.P.

It's A Small World

Although we did not attend church on Sundays, as a child I received spiritual direction of another sort....

In those days, cartoons primarily played on Saturdays... with Davey & Goliath and Gumby among the few oddball offerings that found their way onto the Sunday morning TV schedule.

These two powerhouse stop-motion hallucinations came from Clokey Productions, from the brain of Art Clokey.

Good moral values courtesy of the Lutherans - & Clokey

Later, following college, I was house-sharing with a couple of college classmates and learned that one's father had been a big wheel in the Lutheran church.  A reverend (among other things, including being a Naturist btw) he was also the commissioning executive for the Lutherans' TV entry - Davey & Goliath.  Somehow in 1982, through Jon I got motivated to look up the CA telephone number for Clokey Productions, and to place a call.

At work I had access to a small Phillips "Pocket Memo" micro-cassette dictation machine (and to long-distance calling!), and I surreptitiously taped our halting, bizarre conversation, later playing it for another friend who declared it the lamest thing he had ever heard.  Art sounded old and confused, and I was pathetic and needling.  But I'd gotten him to speak at length with me of his mentor Slavko Vorkapic', a Serbian master filmmaker (I thought the name was funny-sounding, and actually had Art repeat it over and over).  At sign-off, he encouraged me to visit him sometime in California, but sometime never came.

Clokey's: A Contemplative Life

Art Clokey lived an amazing life, which is amply documented in Tim Hittle's tender film Gumby Dharma.  He was orphaned following his father's death and his mother's abandonment at age 8, and raised by a Pomona College music professor who gave him his first film camera.

Art became a serious student of film animation under Vorkapic, dean of USC Film School.

The 60's were his heyday with hundreds of Gumby episodes springing from his rolling pin.

Clokey / Zappa tete-a-tete, "1967" [I think '70]

Gumby was the product of an inventive, seeking and expanding 1960's mind.  Though he ably presented the lessons of traditionalist spirituality that define Davey & Goliath, he personally needed more, and he made radical changes in the late sixties - becoming a self-professed "hippie," leaving his marriage, and pursuing eastern mysticism with Sathya Sai Baba.

A period of intellectual experimentation followed, with the 1970's bringing many years of intense personal loss and hardship before a revival of interest (film repertory shows, TV syndication, merchandising, and Eddie Murphey's "Gumby Dammit!" sketches) brought the clay boy and his creator rightly back to the fore.  And ultimately he reconciled with, and forgave, the estranged mother who had given him up for adoption.

Sic Transit Gumby

Art Clokey died on January 9, 2010 at age 88, and this nice obituary includes links to some of his work and the Gumby 1960's show intro.  Enjoy.

Later in life, Art looked more and more like Jacques Tati, I think, and every bit as sympathetic and appealing but a bit sad. He was a good soul.

Charles Nelson Reilly, the Belle of Amherst

Today is Emily Dickinson's birthday; she would be turning 180 years old.

How I love each morning as I drive to work to see the stately Dickinson Homestead, and the window behind which Emily privately wrote her poems.

Thanks to Emily, the late Charles Nelson Reilly lit his pipe in my parents' living room one autumn evening in 1980.  Reilly and Julie Harris were in town for the Emily Dickinson Sesquicentennial - her 150th birthday.

"Hoodoo" on S&M Krofft's Lidsville

Somers' foil, Rayburn's bain on Match Game

CNR and Emily Dickinson?  The campy character had clowned around on TV sit-coms, kids' shows, game shows & commercials, in film and on stage, yet he emerged as a serious stage director whose crowning achievement I think - among many - was to direct Ms. Harris in The Belle Of Amherst.

Enchanting actress, dapper director: Julie Harris & Charles Nelson Reilly convey the world and art of Emily Dickinson in The Belle Of Amherst

Having established this high-water mark in 1976, the pair were naturals for the first-ever convocation of the Emily Dickinson International Society when it formed in 1980.  My father was the organizer and keynote speaker for this 3-day extravaganza, and hosted a raucous opening night gathering in our Amherst home.  Alas, I wish I'd been there, but I was an enterprising college grad making his way in the world and had to read James Atlas' coverage of the proceedings on page 1 of the New York Times.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it!

Playdates with Tama Janowitz

Tama Janowitz + Thomas A. Porter = Tom A. Janowitz

After I became a nursery school student, I had to deal with extroversions of every imaginable shape and size.  So she was an obstreperous child - are you surprised?  80's lit. brat-pack & NYC art/scene darling Tama Janowitz spent pre-school days in the classroom with yours truly, wreaking general havoc (her family was also at my home the weekend of JFK's funeral)

During the 60's, Tama's mum Phyllis was a grad student in my dad's U. Mass. English Department, and her dad Julian a psychiatrist - about the only one in town, in those days (now Amherst requires dozens of professionals to keep people from the tipping point).

My prime memory of Tama is from a July 4, 1964 cookout.  Julian had dug a huge pit in the driveway to roast a gigantic pig.  It should have been the center of attention.  But the performing daughter entertained one and all, peaked on the attention, collapsed in a tantrum and was carried off.

Twenty-two years later, as Slaves of New York hit big and Tama became toast of New York with her Warhol, Sid Vicious and Indochine credentials, my mother reminded me that we'd been 'mates and played at each other's houses.  "You must look up Tama Janowitz, next time you're in New York!" she urged. While it certainly seemed like the thing to do, I've never crossed paths with Tama in adult life... but Julian's still in the area, and going strong.

I Married One of Leonard Nimoy's Secret Selves!

Lisa, by Nimoy

Turns out I am now married to a celebrity.

Leonard Nimoy photographed Lisa in late 2008 (and talks about her here), to reveal her 'true identity' in his Secret Selves project, opening at Mass MoCA on Sunday, August 1 (Members' preview reception today). At Leonard's stunning Full Body Project exhibit at Michelson Gallery, I asked him about the reaction he'd gotten - mine having grown intensely positive. "Men - nearly universally - are first curious and then deeply intrigued and moved. Women are universally terrified!"

You remember Leonard Nimoy, don't you? He wore those funny ears... when he performed on Broadway in Equus!