Friday, July 25, 2008

Thought for the Day

First because of the stage, then because of cinema, spectators (including authors) have long been vulnerable to the amiable delusion of being actors, of performing their personal experience in a self-generated spotlight. In the twentieth century especially, trained by habitual moviegoing from the time of childhood, each of us has imagined a camera positioning us in artful compositions wherever we are--walking the streets, engaging with landscape, making love--until some internal censor shuts down the show. That our lives are movies cast with our selves and others has become a cliche so perdurable it has hardened into one of the few indisputable assumptions of postmodern culture. How, we sometimes ask, can we escape the inauthenticity of seeming unreal shadows of ourselves? One way is by resorting to popular movies that affirm the integrity of the self, thereby compounding our anxiety.

-Laurence Goldstein, "Coruscating Glamour": Lynda Hull and the Movies, The Iowa Review, (Vol. 29 Number 1, Spring 1999).


Blogger Macy Swain said...

Oh, so relevant. I just joined FaceBook (innocently enough, to check out the Warren Wilson site) and find myself pulled into a rip tide of PERSONS, each with his or her camera positioned "in artful compositions wherever" they's overwhelming, and definitely anxiety-provoking. How does Lynda Hull figure into it? She came to Flint a time or two with Wojahn and I really adored her.

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Blogger greg rappleye said...

I love Lynda Hull's work as well, particularly "The Only World."

I saw her at Western once.

Her poem "Fortunate Traveller" is on my mind--I suppose because I am working on a poem about a movie.

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