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Some things are well distributed and some things are less well distributed, but I still add it to the collection. When you see a new publication how do you know you might want to collect it, or why it would be of value in the MoMA collection? Yes, it is interesting, the difference between what I do and curating. And being a repository for these types of efforts.
From the beginning there were always scrapbooks, collected clippings and little show flyers, and stuff like that. There are some really amazing posters that are not necessarily cataloged, they're just sort of in the files. How does the MoMA library present its collection online? Certain things within the museum have been digitized, like the museum press releases or materials relating to the museum and its history.
That is always seemingly on the horizon. Things get photographed when they are in exhibitions and there is an existing database of those images. We have a Tumblr. I made a Tumblr for the most recent show that we did of things from our artist files. But the Tumblr has become a really interesting avenue for getting things seen.
One of the priorities for a lot of the people that work with the collection as reference librarians, cataloguers, administrators within the library is for the collection to get used. Librarians are interested in access. This is a space of research and the public can use it.
Is the library making any effort to archive publications that are only based online? How does this work? The short answer is that we just catalogue it like other publications and also provide a link out to the publication. Not to just link out, but to have a standing record of the different iterations, because things change.
Non-profit spaces are another area of resources that seems really necessary to capture in some way over time. Are there any specific websites that you are thinking of? A place like Printed Matter for example, with a site in constant flux. Any alternative space would be interesting to archive. That could be something we could provide.
In the last few years the MoMA Library has moved from being archival to activating artist publications with exhibitions, talks and conferences. Could you tell me about this kind of programming, particularly the Millennium Magazine show? Rachael Morrison and I did the Millennium Magazines show. So the communication that we had while organizing it was beneficial to me and to Rachel, who also collects magazines, to even get a better sense of the scene. Everybody told their friends who work in publications, and publications usually involve large groups of people, so the word spread pretty organically.
What was the research process like for planning that kind of show? A part of our jobs is to keep up on this type of thing. The book is available in bookstores and online at https: Here are some reviews and advance praise for the book: Each of the stories within delivers stunning revelations of deep human truths, and each hitches Jauss's formidable storytelling powers to his very good heart.
I'm in awe of this collection. His prose is at once lean and generous, sensual and intelligent, edgy without being judgmental. Glossolalia is an absolute triumph of the short form by a master of it, and you will not read a better collection anywhere. A Memoir "For more than three decades David Jauss has been quietly crafting gems of literature.
In this collection he demonstrates yet again the skill, insight, and artistry that have earned him a place among the very best American writers. His talent runs deep. But having these stories together in this beautiful selection is such a pleasure. I've been going through the book slowly, savoring each story; each comprises what Peter Taylor called 'an evening's entertainment. More like a fanatical fan. His stories have been personal landmarks for as long as I have been writing 'Glossolalia' is itself worth the price of admission , but with this new book one can see the man and his work in all their literary glory.
The new stories are stronger than ever, which is saying a lot, given the power of the early work, and the publication of this collection is an occasion for all readers to cheer. Jauss's stories are quietly haunting. This is the kind of work that sticks to the soul, waiting to be carried long into the night. Glossolalia is a more than welcome overview of David Jauss's career to date as a short story writer, and every lover of the form would profit from reading and studying this book, yet what this writer deserves is not only a New and Selected, but, one hopes one day, a Collected.
Black Maps "These powerful stories are about conditions of exile and the many contemporary varieties of American violence and American shame. Written with clarity and compassion and an ability to see several sides of life simultaneously, Black Maps is a moving, impressive, deeply rewarding collection from a very talented writer. Highly recommended for libraries, undergraduate and up, wanting to build collections of first-rate contemporary fiction.
These are excellent stories, delicate and intricate as poetry. A man saws his car in half when his wife and son leave him. Close to the no-hitter that will give him his chance at 'The Bigs,' a minor league pitcher from the Dominican Republic refuses to throw another pitch. An alcoholic attending his son's funeral discovers in a lie he once told a truth that could destroy or save him. With gentle words and acts of love, a husband succumbs to his latent brutality. A soldier in Vietnam steps on a mine that fails to detonate and enters into a new and baffling kind of war.
As the epigraph from Milan Kundera suggests, the secret of life is that 'the border beyond which everything loses meaning.
Crimes of Passion " Crimes of Passion is a remarkably varied performance, speaking to us at different times from 16th century Spain and post-Vietnam America, in the voices of murderers, priests, and heart-broken lovers. The stories are executed with verve and wit, and one of them--'Shards'--is terrifying enough to have vexed my sleep for two nights running. It is, beginning with the epigraph, a humorous book, alive with men bearing hooks instead of hands, crafty nuns, blind painters. Though much of this writing is funny, much is also sad. For the protagonists are lovers, that terrible and inward tribe; they carry gifts and doom to one another, and they describe for us the pain, the awful energies, of real loving.
Jauss offers five monologues that are persuasive and haunting voices. His concluding novella, alert as it is to the marvelous failures available to us in art and in love, must be called no less than wise. The language of the book is clearly consecrated to its characters: Jauss than is any need to show us how rich his gift is.
It is very, very rich.
The language is deceptively simple, but carefully directed, with maximum economy. Jauss's work is complex, profound, beautiful in form. FRANCIS "There isn't a mediocre story among the six, though for this reader, the stories got better and better; more subtle, more intricate as the book went along; culminating in the long 'Last Rites,' a study of the savage sadism of a Medievalist college professor to a blind girl.
This story interweaves flashbacks and overlapping events in such a way as to leave us miraculously sympathetic to the main character.
In fact, eliciting multiplicity of response to deeply flawed characters seems to be Jauss's specialty, which he achieves by implicating us in conflict and desire and making us feel complexity, rather than accepting a more simple, surface appearance. In presenting us with inherently unattractive people and then bringing us to understanding, he sets himself the hardest task of the storyteller. As a first book by Jauss, it's a dazzler. Jauss bares for us the lives of a rogue's gallery of characters--saints and sinners, murderers and malcontents--a varied crew alike only in the excesses of feeling and action passion has made them heir to.
In 'Hook,' Jauss gives us a tortured Vietnam vet whose hook hand is the one constant in an otherwise chaotic life. In 'Sister Anastasia's Birthday,' a convalescing nun, looking back on a life of hollow routine, becomes caught up in the etiquette of dying, afraid to face the emptiness her misplaced devotion has left her with. With rich historical detail, the story is a documentary account of a priest whose will to survive leads him into the inner realm of the native Indian religion: Thirdly, in the very old human wish to be confirmed in our beliefs, we find ourselves only at those on-line forums where those who agree with us naturally gather.
The museum comprises three permanent collections whose nucleus dates back to the days of its founder, C. L. David: the Collection of Islamic Art, the Collection . already not any longer living the one like David Hersland before the one who had David Hersland was never really wanting to be needing to have much.
Lastly, the need for a larger, mythological context has an enormous percentage of young men sinking their ambitions and hopes into virtual games which feed them endless false triumphs and a sense of almost otherworldly accomplishment that bears no relation to the world they actually inhabit. Without discipline and artfulness, it is hard to break out of the increasingly narrow contexts that these technologies so conveniently provide.
What is astonishing about our contemporary world is how few people are present to what is physically occurring around them. Distracted thumbs on phone keys are a brilliant, iconic image Shakespeare would use today, were he alive, to illustrate the desperate need to be busy and remain undisturbed by a larger horizon of human endeavor for which we might feel inadequate. There is an unconscious sense that if we refuse to be present to the physical world around us, if we disappear into our screens, we will be held harmless from any of the greater physical patterns that might disturb and destroy the protected, often virtual worlds we have taken so much effort to construct around us.
One of the many artful disciplines needed at this time is the art of poetry. Good poetry is speech fully in the physical body and fully in the body of the society into which it is spoken. Poetry is the spoken edge between what I think is me and what I think is not me.
The results of this latter trend were on vivid display in as the cannibalised militaries of Iraq and Nigeria collapsed at the first sign of a challenge. All these labels are a bit misleading. Following the Copenhagen fire of the king granted the city a strip of land which had been part of the Rosenborg Castle Gardens. Inside the stadium, you feel it. But if most countries throughout most of human history were patrimonial or neo-patrimonial, there were still large differences between them with regard to the quality of government. The big archive of Fluxus material that came to the Museum a few years ago has been the current example of what I think about when we discuss how things are placed in different collections. Is the library making any effort to archive publications that are only based online?
Poetry takes us beyond ourselves and into ourselves at exactly the same time. It is the place where the distance between us and others, between us and the world, comes to be healed and made more beautiful by intimacy. Poetry is the human imagination tempered by the details and necessities of the physical world we inhabit.
It cannot exist without that relationship being cemented and made real. The frontier between speech and physical reality is not a fixed possession but a constantly moving conversation between self and other. It makes real our speech, our relationships, our communities and our ability to live with others in the only home we have for the moment: When you see the two sides of it closing together at that far horizon and deep in the foundations of your own heart at exactly the same time,. Four talks currently available:. This special edition of the new poetry book is leather with gold leaf and a ribbon bookmark, quarter-bound, signed and numbered.
The sound of a bell still reverberating,. Asking you to wake into this life or inviting you deeper to one that waits. Either way takes courage, either way wants you to be nothing but that self that is no self at all, wants you to walk to the place where you find you already know how to give every last thing away.