Author Archives: Mark Kerstetter

Hey guys, what time is it anyway?

In recent weeks I have felt the need to take a vacation from my mind and that has meant getting away from writing. As an escape I found myself falling down the rabbit hole of watching a lot of YouTube … Continue reading

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Robert Rauschenberg and Working in the Gap

It’s hard to read about Robert Rauschenberg without encountering a Great American Image: a uniquely American hero in modern visual art. It seems to me rather that he was more like the Slavoj Žižek of the art world of his … Continue reading

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Tarkovsky and Buñuel

I’m new to the films of Tarkovsky, and have become obsessed with them. Yet with the peculiar itch typical of my mind my thoughts on his work keep slipping into thoughts on my favorite filmmaker, Luis Buñuel.

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Rimbaud and de Kooning

Arriving from always, you’ll go away everywhere. —Rimbaud We are modern. We are so because Rimbaud commanded us to be. —Ashbery It is one of those curious accidents (but are they really accidents?) that I have resumed my de Kooning … Continue reading

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Song of the Mock Turtles

From September 1st to December 31st of last year I kept a stuck tune diary, a journal of all of the sticky tunes that visited me, particularly tunes that I awoke with already playing in my head. Of the 122 … Continue reading

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A Song for Julia and Winston

If I could stretch my eyesWide enough to see I wouldn’t blame youI’d see you’ve set my paceOne paycheck away and farFrom a homeward slide Around and around like full moonsIn day’s full light we danceAcross a store of blindnessMy darling, … Continue reading

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On Reading William Carlos Williams on Christmas Day

It’s Christmas and I don’t have to goIt’s Christmas and I have a place to stay Not writing but readingmy favorite thingPicking my waythrough the delicate mechanismsNot by the clockbut all day to lightly treadSo as not to tramplemy own … Continue reading

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