The writers in the July issue are blowing things up. They are shooting fire into the sky. Get down with Rachel Adams, Stace Budzko, Sara Crowley, Alana Dakin, Tim Dicks, Chris Erickson, Jen Gann, Kyle Minor, Ansley Moon, Gena Mohwish, Johnsie Noel, Tia Prouhet, Laura Read, Keith Rosson, Chris Sheehan, Robert Anthony Siegell, Robert Swartwood, Robb Todd, Brandi Wells, and Bill Yarrow.
Run, read, revel, rejoice.
Young Bright Things
Jason Floyd Williams’ Inheritance Tax: A Review by Adam Palumbo
Last week, my grandfather’s health deteriorated rapidly while traveling to my cousin’s wedding in Houston, Texas.
He is 82. He has led a full and adventurous life, serving in both the Second World and Korean wars. He raised five children with his beloved wife. He has faithfully managed his diabetes for 20 years and underwent a quadruple bypass in 1998. He is the man I admire most in this world. He is the man who made me who I am, my father’s father.
My whole family has been anticipating this dreadful time, but now we must all come to terms with the inevitable. He is the patriarch of 26 grandchildren and twelve great-grandchildren, a proud Sicilian thoroughbred, but even he knows the truth—that death is just around the corner.
Jason Floyd Williams’ collection Inheritance Tax chronicles a life and the painful overlap of its preceding lives, its kin. The speaker is preoccupied with the physical presence of his family and the stories they tell, forging a sort of proto-American mythology within the poems. At 207 pages it is a rather heavy volume of verse, but Williams’ easy-going style is an addicting read. His simple diction and raw narrative may seem lowbrow to some, but do not be fooled. As great poets should, Williams moves from the “thing” to the “idea,” creating passages of sparkling symbolism and emotion. Avoiding the temptation to politicize or pontificate as a lesser poet might, Williams instead displays a talent for the understated allegorical. Part 6 of the poem ‘career choices’ reads:
He detoxed himself.
A 2-decade career sweated out
over a week of
nightmares involving
disembowelment, snakes, fleas.
When he was ready
to give up, he asked
Christ for help.
Just to sleep w/out
the nightmares.
Carvaggio should’ve painted
this Conversion.
Religion has its place within the poet’s world; the Apostle Luke’s conclusion to the Parable of the Prodigal Son opens the collection. However, the speaker is as comfortable quoting the Norse goddesses of Fate and referencing Cerebus as he is with the Gospels. As the deadpan tone of the excerpt above shows, religiosity is of little use to the speaker in confronting the harsh stigmas of the world. Instead, Inheritance Tax is woven from a tapestry of Midwestern biker bars, unsuccessful suicides, and—as the title suggests—a certain anxiety about repeating our forbearers’ mistakes.
Williams has developed a unique voice, both humorous and unsettling, and with it crafts a specialized mood of both remembrance and regret. The reader will no doubt be enthralled by the many stories, but the most surprising aspect of Williams’ writing is how the frustrations of the speaker are recreated for the reader. After recounting the tale of Keith (an old acquaintance who throttled his grandmother), the pokerfaced poet ends the poem ‘children of divorce’ with a haphazard personal note:
Some kids are better at
dealing w/ divorce than others.
I never choked anyone—
I only wrecked every vehicle
I could get my hands on.
Williams reminds us that literature is a representation, a retelling of our stories so that others may benefit. Reality weighs heavily upon him, and it is his poems that help him to deal with the disappointments of existence. Pain must be turned into art and the poet does his best to create “stories like wet concrete that eventually harden into memory.”Â
As a master of understatement, Williams revels in his art of leaving the reader in a tepid sort of mood; in the poet’s own words, a “gutpunch disappointment.”Â
The specter of the speaker’s grandfather cues the most well-formed and compelling stories in the collection. These tales hits an emotional register that is nearly lost in Williams’ conversational language, but beneath lurks a fervent honesty. In ‘incomplete metamorphosis’ the speaker gives a look into the life of his elder relative, sparing the reader no sad details:
His daily medication count
was 37 pills.
That was 37 different pills
to deal w/ diabetes, high blood pressure,
bad liver, depression, etc.
Some pills were just on
the list to balance the
after effects—the body’s seismic
utterances to pioneering tablets.
So his golden years became one long
run on sentence, a traffic blur,
a winter storm.
Everyone has felt a heart-gripping fear for a loved one, but Williams’ poetry gives that fear a voice, and it is this sort of writing that eases the pain of existence. Inheritance Tax is a book that reminds us that poetry is more than a language unto itself; real lives are displayed for the reader, regardless of their fears and tensions. Death is just around the corner—for all of us. But writing is not something that can keep death away. It just helps to know that we can glean strength from our previous generations to keep living and breathing and enduring.
Reading this collection in the wake of my own grandfather’s health struggles, I cannot help but project my own associations, logic, and fears onto the world of the poem. But this is the way poetry is supposed to work, right? Poetry should not aim to be a one-sided rhetoric, but a conversation in which the poet can instruct and delight the reader, and the reader can decipher the poet’s meanings out of language and apply them to their own attitude. Time and effort are involved in reading poetry as much as in writing it. Â In order for the reader to take something away from the poem, they must first put something into it.
Museum Appetite 5: Going Inside
Every time I’ve visited the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA), I’ve wandered through the first floor of the Broad Contemporary Art Museum like a weird moth to a weird flame. Â The flame, in this case, is two giant sculptures called Sequence and Band, by an artist named Richard Serra. Â Both are copper colored, made out of steel, and fill an entire gallery. Â They are twice or two-and-a-half times as tall as me, and they are made to be gone inside of. Â That is to say, the sculptures by design invite you inside; in order to view them, you must enter them.
The first time I went inside Bend, I remembered a sculpture in the Centre Pompidou, the contemporary art museum in Paris. Â I visited the Centre only once, in the summer of 2000. Â I was 14. Â My little brother was 12 and my little sister was 10. Â My mother led us through the museum, most of which I have forgotten, and into a large white sculpture that looked to 14-year-old me like what a really cool, abstract igloo would look like if Pablo Picasso painted it, then someone made a sculpture out of the painting. Â My mother took a picture of my brother, sister, and I in the sculpture. Â I don’t remember the artist or what the sculpture was called, but I remember being tired, and I remember enjoying the rest of sitting inside the sculpture, swaddled by the dome over my head.
I remember only two works of art from the Centre Pompidou: the red bull because it’s on all of the Centre’s advertisements and is really ostentatious looking, and the sculpture I sat inside of. Â The sculpture is memorable because it makes you interact. Â Your memories of the art aren’t just mental, they’re physical. Â When your body is forced to interact, your subjective experience of the art is more vivid, more personal, more functional.
Two years ago, I visited the “first significant survey of the work” of the artist Karen Kilimnik at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago (MCA).  I had never seen Kilimnik’s art before, but I loved it.  I wandered through the galleries of her “scatter-art installations of various bits of pop culture detritus” and lingered in front of her paintings that “combine art historical tradition, modern topicality, and an awkward intimacy and fragility.”  My favorite part of the exhibit was “The Red Room.”  The circular room was actually pink, not red, and the walls were covered with around 50 smallish paintings.  In the center of the room was a round circular couch, and I sat on it and starred at the paintings for a while.  I didn’t want to leave the room.  I liked the way it made me felt.  I let Kilimnik’s aesthetic define my space, my body, my experience — I liked the kind of person that I was when I sat in her room.
In an interview on the LACMA website, Serra said of his sculptures: “The content or the subject to a great degree is you. Â And that subject is your experience, and that experience is not prescriptive, nor is it depictive, or illustrational, nor is it representational, but it’s your experience–
“I’m not building playgrounds, and I’m not building theaters, and there’s no beginning or end, there’s no narrative here, there’s no hierarchy in terms of parts or wholes.  I mean, it’s up for everybody to go where they want, or not go, so you’re not programmed in anyway about the beginning or the end or whatever.”Â
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Unattributed quotes are from the MCA’s website.
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Catie Disabato lives 2 miles from the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, 2,044 miles from the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago, and 5,700 miles from the Centre Pompidou in Paris. Â She has written essays and conducted interviews for The Millions and The Rumpus and writes about music for Venus Zine.
Literary Los Angeles: 826LA
This week’s edition of Literary Los Angeles is also a shameless plug for one of L.A.’s most versatile, energetic, creative, and necessary literary non-profits, 826LA.
826LA is the Southern California outlet of 826 National, an organization dedicated to helping students ages 6 to 18 with their creative and expository writing skills. Â They — or rather, we, as I also volunteer — provide afterschool on-site tutoring at our sites in Echo Park and Venice, plus class field trips, writing workshops, and in-schools programs, all totally free of charge for kids and teachers. We have a lot of fun, and we send kids home with a real, actual newspaper, book, film, script, essay, or story they penned themselves.
There are eight 826 chapters around the country, and I sat down with L.A.’s Executive Director Joel Arquillos to talk about what makes the Los Angeles chapter unique.  Arquillos was a teacher at Galileo High School in San Francisco and 826’s first Teacher of the Month.  He joined 826 Valencia shortly after in San Francisco, then helped open the Boston chapter  before returning to San Francisco as Program Director of 826 National.  He transferred to Los Angeles two years ago.
“We all have the same mission, to work with underserved public schools,” Arquillos begins. “In Los Angeles those students are predominately Latino,” says the Spanish-speaking Arquillos, and English-language learning is a key part of their programming.
Why set up shop in Echo Park? I asked.
“There are twenty thousand young people living in the 90026 zipcode,” he says, “so we’re very close here to many, many schools, and it’s also an area where a lot of our volunteers happen to live.  We need a meeting place for volunteers and young people, and Echo Park offers both of those things . . . there’s nothing else like this in this neighborhood.  And 826 has a store-front model, too, so we rely on foot traffic to keep selling products, things like lost languages in a bottle or canned mammoth meat. There needs to be a touch of whimsy in this neighborhood for these things to work.”Â
The store-fronts to which he refers are revenue-generating emporiums like San Francisco’s Pirate Supply Store, The Bigfoot Research Institute of Greater Boston, or our own Time Travel Mart.
All 826 locations are known for their affiliations with notable authors and artists (including founders Dave Eggers and Vendela Vida), and Los Angeles’ proximity to the entertainment industry allows 826LA access to a tremendous pool of enthusiastic and influential talent.
“We are just so lucky to have these amazing artists and actors and musicians.  And those who are not able to volunteer during the school day can volunteer by performing for an event,” Arquillos says. Comedian Paul F. Tompkins, for example, hosts monthly Dead Author Readings (in keeping with the city’s time travel theme) at Upright Citizens Brigade Theater, interviewing famous dead authors in the persona of H.G. Wells.
Unfortunately, working in Los Angeles also poses some unique challenges.
“The schools [we serve],” Arquillos says, “are really far-flung, and because of the city’s unique geography, it can be hard for volunteers to drive to these places.  That’s part of why we chose Echo Park, all the kids for the after-school tutoring sessions can walk here directly from school.  We go into schools all over Los Angeles: south L.A., east L.A– Now Los Angeles is cutting back funding for school buses, so we are concentrating on schools that can reach us by walking or public transit.  And we’re bringing our programs to more schools, to those who can’t reach us easily.  We go wherever we’re needed.”Â
Next month 826LA will be hosting a major fundraiser, the Spelling Bee for Cheaters, a competition between 826 volunteers, community members, and celebrities like Spike Jonze, John Krasinski, Judd Apatow, and Dianna Agron. Â And — at last, here comes the pitch — you can donate! To my team, The Breakfast Presidents (hint, hint) or to any other team.
And to find out more about volunteering with 826 where you live, check out the National page.
2010 1,001 Awesome Words Contest
We are now accepting entries for our second annual writing competition, 1,001 Awesome Words. We think it suits the PANK ethos to leave it at that.
Not enough, you say? Need key words, you say? Explode. Excite. Intrigue. Surprise. Blow. Our. Pea. Sized. Brains. Any form or formlessness, 1,001 words or less. You know who you are. Now go to it.
Prizes and Fees
Yes! Prizes!
1st Place: $650* and publication in PANK 5.
2nd Place: $150 and Publication in PANK 5 .
Yes. An entry fee, too.
$10 for one entry; $15 for two entries; $25 for three entries. Each entrant will receive a copy of PANK No. 5, out in January 2011.
*For the sake of transparency— We realize entry fees are controversial—acknowledged. Whether you believe us or not, this isn’t a reading fee—we consider it a privilege and pleasure to read your work. While we are hoping this will make us some money, we mostly want to hold a contest and we want to pay the winners, and we want the winners to truly benefit from participation. That said, the announced prize money is predicated on getting enough entrants (we don’t anticipate a problem). However, if PANK draws a prize pool less than $800, we will announce how many entries we received, and we will pay the two winners on a graduated scale with the first place winner getting 50% of the prize pool.
If this doesn’t suit you, please do not participate.
To Enter
1.    Pay the entry fee. Go to here and click on the “Paypal Buy Now” button beneath “1,001 Awesome Words Contest”Â
2. Â Â Â Make a note of your Transaction ID. You will need to submit a transaction ID with your contest entry.
3.    Email entry(ies) to contest@pankmagazine.com, subject line “AWESOME CONTEST ENTRY.” Include your PayPal transaction ID in the body of the email along with a brief bio and your preferred contact information. Attach entries as .doc, .docx, .pdf, or .rtf attachment.
4. Â Â Â All entries must be original and previously unpublished.
5. Â Â Â All entries will be considered for publication in PANK.
6. Â Â Â Deadline for entry is midnight, September 30, 2010. October 15, 2010.
7. Â Â Â Winners will be announced on the website in October, 2010.
Questions
If you have any questions regarding the contest, e-mail awesome@pankmagazine.com, subject “CONTEST QUERY”.
Our Island of Epidemics by Matthew Salesses is Available for Pre-Order
M. Bartley and I are pleased to announce that our second little book, Our Island of Epidemics, by Matthew Salesses, is now available for pre-order. You can buy Our Island of Epidemcis for $10, or bundled with PANK 5 for $20 + shipping and handling. The book will be released and pre-orders will ship on October 1.
Watch this space soon for big news about the artist who will be designing the cover.
Excerpts from Our Island of Epidemics can be found here and here and here and here and here and here among other places.
Make your way to our merchandise page and the Little Books button to make your purchase. We know you will love this book as much as we do. PANK Little Books also make great gifts!
Breeding and Writing: Sally Mann and the ethics of being a parent artist
–by Tracy Lucas
Most of us are committed to our art. We are diehard creators.
And of course, those of us who have offspring are wholeheartedly devoted to our kids.
If they’re ever pitted against each other, who wins?
Many accused photographer Sally Mann of choosing one over the other. Ironically, depending on which critic you read, she either chose her craft to the exclusion of her kids or her kids over her artistic credibility.
Tough place to be.
Mann’s most controversial work was Immediate Family, a book comprised of pictures of her kids in the twilight of their childhoods as each teetered between innocence and adolescence. (This article covers the basics pretty well.)
The alarming bit? Many of the photos are nude shots.
They are all breathtaking, arresting pictures.
The real question is whether that makes it okay to publish them.
One shows us her daughter, fast asleep in a bed she has wet. It’s a beautiful, almost spiritual vignette of the moment between oblivious rest and the bodily shame at having let go. Another of the photographs, and the one which is frequently cited as being more disturbing than the others, is a full-frontal of her young son with popsicle drips running down his inner thigh. There are also photos of her children running, playing, scampering, swimming, jumping; some have clothes separating them from their world, others do not. It’s honest childhood at its best, even as the kids are burgeoning into their own eventual sexuality, which she does not shy away from for a second.
It’s as if she sees them as future adults in the making, and never as children of her own possession. I try daily to see my son that way, too. I admire that. I constantly remind myself that I’m just a stop along his way, and that I’m not the end-all-be-all to him that he is to me. He is not mine to own. I am only his carrier to the future. He belongs to himself, no matter how much of my soul I invest.
As Noelle Oxenhandler put it, and more eloquently than I can:
Looking through the black-and-white photographs of these children, I get the same feeling I’ve had looking at certain long-ago photographs of Native Americans, portraits that managed to preserve that fleeting moment when a conquered people still rest so deeply in their own dignity that they can stare back into the eye of the conquering people with a look that says, There is something about me that will never be yours.
Is that what Mann means, too? Or are we being fooled? Does she, in fact, see these half-grown people as her personally-made, fully-owned children, and therefore grant herself the absolute right to take pictures of them as she pleases?
When Time Magazine named her America’s Best Photographer in 2001, they said:
Mann recorded a combination of spontaneous and carefully arranged moments of childhood repose and revealingly — sometimes unnervingly — imaginative play. What the outraged critics of her child nudes failed to grant was the patent devotion involved throughout the project and the delighted complicity of her son and daughters in so many of the solemn or playful events. No other collection of family photographs is remotely like it, in both its naked candor and the fervor of its maternal curiosity and care.
Is it responsible, though? Or should art even try to be?
Mann’s Wikipedia entry includes this contrasting snippet:
One image of her 4 year old daughter (Virginia at 4) was censored by the Wall Street Journal with black bars over her eyes, nipples and vagina. Mann herself considered these photographs to be “natural through the eyes of a mother, since she has seen her children in every state: happy, sad, playful, sick, bloodied, angry and even naked.”
Are these moments of purity which a loving mother carefully froze in their innocence?
Or are they salacious child porn taken only for shock value and career-furthering?
Those in either thought camp will swear they hold the only viewpoint.
Personally, I don’t know. The shots are inarguably beautiful, and I’d like to believe they were taken for the right reasons. I wasn’t there; I don’t know her intentions, only what I’ve read after the fact.
If I view them from the perspective of the kid I used to be, they are amazing and exactly accurate of how I remember my world feeling at ten, twelve, fourteen. It’s proof of the minute between when I was allowed to run freely around the yard without a shirt (and without a second thought) in front of my cousins and when changing clothes in gym class started to terrify me.
And as a mother, I want to document every opportune moment of life with my son, be that beautiful or messy. (Ask my poor, inundated Facebook friends. Sorry, guys.) They’re all worthwhile to me, and later on, I want to be able show him bits of our real life together, not just a polished scrapbook of Sundays in Pleasant Valley. I have photos of snot, of food clinging to his face in disgusting ways as he smiles beneath the muck, of his terrified expression during his first ER visit. I’ve photographed funerals we went to, injuries he’s had, funny things he’s puked on, and crying fits. Yes, I have bathtub pics, too.
But I do know that in today’s climate, I’d be afraid to publish photos like that of my child, mostly because the laws become so fuzzy and so immediately drastic, especially in the area of nude photos. And Mann has certainly gambled on dodging those laws.
I read not too long ago of a family who lost custody of their kids, ages 5, 4, and 1, and endured investigations and public name-bashing for having their toddlers’ naked bathtub pics developed at Wal-Mart. They eventually won their case (just barely!) but were not allowed to see their children for a month in the meantime. A month! That’s forever when your child is that young—a baby changes every week, every day. Eighteen months of age in particular, as this baby was, is exactly when separation anxiety hits, too. But sorry, you can’t live with Mommy right now. You just go live over here now while we do all the paperwork.
This mother missed a block of her child’s infancy because of a bath pic. You don’t get to go back and live those days again. They’re just gone. Lost forever. Not to mention the fact that the parents were both listed as sex offenders on the online registry, and the mom lost her teaching job for a year while everything was being settled. A handful of playful bathtime pictures ruined their lives, careers, friendships, and some of their children’s earliest memories of stability.
For those reasons, I’m even nervous writing this blog post and linking to Mann’s images. I’m that paranoid now. We are supposed to deny that part of parenthood, and we are told that overwhelmingly every day.
But does that make ignoring it right?
As artists, shouldn’t we document life as it really happens? Are all things to be filtered for political correctness? Does that change when we become someone’s parent, or are our lives still our own?
Is Mann a brave pioneer? Or someone who selfishly sold her kids out to make a name for herself?
What do you think?
July Is Almost As Hot As PANK Writers
Congratulations to Jen Michalski whose novella MAY-SEPTEMBER has been chosen as the co-winner (a first) of the  Press 53 Open Awards Contest and will be published in October 2010 by Press 53. Her novel, THE SUMMER SHE WAS UNDER WATER, has been chosen as a finalist for the  2010 James Jones First Novel Fellowship. Winners will be announced in September.
In the July issue of Emprise Review, you will find Reynard Seifert. He is joined by Jennifer Spiegel, and the featured writer is Anne Valente who has not one, not two, but three stories and she is interviewed by Amber Sparks.
The massive summer issue of JMWW includes work from PANK contributors like Jensen Beach, Ryan Ridge, RA Allen, Â Andrew Borgstrom, Luca Dipierro, Lily Hoang, Sean Loveleace one two three times, Â and JA Tyler one two three times.
Myfanwy Collins has written a beautiful essay on new motherhood.
Buffalo Artvoice this week features Amber Sparks with a stunning story.
The Reassessment by John Bruce is live at vis a tergo.
At The Rumpus, Kathleen Heil writes about the last book she loved.
William Walsh is the July Writer in Residence. He kicks things off with Sleepwalking Man.
The July issue of decomP boasts writing from Gary Moshimer, JA Tyler, and others.
It’s the beginning of the month so there’s also a new issue of Hobart with writing from Brian Allen Carr, Matthew Salesses and more.
The Plagiarist, by David LaBounty appears at Metazen.
Quick Fiction 17 is now on sale and includes Ben Loory, Gabe Durham, JA Tyler, and others.
Issue 1.3 of The Medulla Review will wow you with words from Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, Laura LeHew, Eric Burke, Eric Beeny, Kyle Hemmings, and others.
Diagram 10.3 is, by all accounts, hot and witless. Not quite sure what that means but there are great stories by JA Tyler and Sutherland Douglass.
Enjoy The Music of Moving Furniture by David Peak at Dark Sky.
July elimae includes Kristina Marie Darling, Kirsty Logan, Joseph Riippi, and more.
There’s another section of Jac Jemc’s long poem, “this disturbed evening,” up at Bone Bouquet where she is joined by Elizabeth Hildreth who offers a translation.
Mudluscious Twelve brings the heat with Nicelle Davis, George Moore, Sean Lovelace, and other hotness. Sean also writes of Dive Bars, Briefly at Metazen.
The Summer Issue of Per Contra includes writing from David Erlewine.
Erin Fitzgerald’s Rethink appears at LitSnack.
Jen Michalski’s  Boy Stuff is in The New Yinzer.
Check out Sternum as 3 Â from Jason Jordan in Issue 34.1 of The 2nd Hand.
The debut issue of the Prose Poem Project includes writing from Michelle Reale.
Three poems by Melissa Broder appear at On Earth As It Is.
The year is 1562 for one Mel Bosworth.
Anne Leigh Parrish’s An Undiscovered Country, which received an honorable mention from The Writing Site’s contest, is now online.
Rusty Truck includes poetry from Eric Burke.
Are you going to be in the Bay Area on July 12? Lauren Wheeler is reading at the July Monthly Rumpus. Get tickets here. It’s only $10!
This week Annalemma features Eric McKinley’s Veils and Elephants.
Typo 14 includes poetry from Maureen Alsop.
At Dark Sky, JA Tyler is the focus of Ethel Rohan’s spotlight.
Museum Appetite 4: Doctor Who
In a recent episode of Doctor Who, the Doctor and his companion Amy Pond visited a museum. Â For on the un-geeky, Doctor Who is a British, time-travel sci-fi series in which a man called the Doctor travels through space and time fighting or protecting aliens, accompanied by a lady friend.
A recent episode of Doctor Who begins in a wet dream of a museum exhibit, with every single one of Vincent Van Gogh’s most iconic paintings collected at the Muse d’Orsay, with total disregard for the lending politics of Museum of Modern Art in New York City, the Art Institute of Chicago, and the Van Gogh Museum of Amsterdam (among other museums’ whose Impressionist collection is represented). Â As the Doctor examines Van Gogh’s The Church at Auvers, he notices a malevolent alien face in a window of the church. Â The Doctor demands that the exhibit’s tour guide, played by a bow-tied Bill Nighy, tell him the date the church was painted, and off the Doctor and Amy go, back in time, to fight aliens with Vincent Van Gogh.
In between battles with giant invisible alien bird things, the Doctor and Amy go on a real-life tour of the works hanging in the museum. Â They pass by the Bedroom in Arles, as finished as it will ever be, in the moments before they actually visit Van Gogh’s bedroom at Arles. Â Amy brings Van Gogh the sunflowers he will paint again and again; and they even get to watch him as he paints The Church at Auvers. Â Amy actually walks through 1890 with her guidebook from the museum, matching the image of Cafe Terrace at Night with the physical cafe terrace, which she encounters at night. Â Also, throughout the whole episode, we are constantly reminded that the townspeople of Arles hate Van Gogh and think he’s a hack, and Van Gogh himself believes he’s a lousy painter. Â It’s a clever trick, the viewer and the main time-traveling characters share a secret. Â The viewer is taken through this living museum as well; not only do we get to see the paintings as they would hang on our museum walls, we also get a fully characterized version of the man who painted them, everything from his painting techniques, to his madness, to the depression that eventually drove him to suicide.
At the end of the episode, after the battles are fought and won, the Doctor and Amy take Van Gogh into their time machine and bring him to his own museum exhibit in 2010. Â He gets to see his work glorified and hear Bill Nighy say that he’s the most important painter that ever lived.
The museum exhibit seems to bookend the episode, both kick-starting the adventure and creating the emotional resolution, but the museum actually, metaphorically, encloses every scene in the episode. Â When museums provide biographical notes on the artists and descriptions on how the art was made, distributed, and critically received, they are attempting to insert the viewer into the life of the art and artist, the way a fictional TV show about time travel can. Â Every moment that aliens aren’t on-screen is like a performance on the notes of a museum wall.
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Catie Disabato lives 120 years from Vincent Van Gogh’s Arles. Â She has written essays and conducted interviews for The Millions and The Rumpus and writes about music for Venus Zine.
the unfirm line – MGMT
“I’ve got someone to make reports that tell me how my money’s spent.  To book my stays and draw my blinds  so I can’t tell what’s really there.”
MGMT, “Congratulations”
Purchased and purposeful self delusion. Sad, I guess there are many that do so.
But the video makes me happier …