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I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet
Saturday, April 05, 2014






 I could not prove the Years had feet

563

I could not prove the Years had feet—

Yet confident they run

Am I, from symptoms that are past

And Series that are done—



I find my feet have further Goals—

I smile upon the Aims

That felt so ample—Yesterday—

Today's—have vaster claims—



I do not doubt the self I was

Was competent to me—

But something awkward in the fit—

Proves that—outgrown—I see—
Emily Dickinson



Juan Dahlmann
Friday, April 04, 2014



 
Las Dos, Juan Dahlmann 2014

 I have an artist friend in Buenos Aires, Juan Dahlmann, who paints in a hyper-realist sort of way. Recently he sent me some examples of his latest work which intrigued me as he borrowed the look of some of my photographs where I use a camera that is crooked inside a ring flash. The lens then “reads” the edges of the flash which appear as surrealistic waning moons. 

Painters have copied from photography for years. I have seen skies in hyper-realist paintings that come from first taking a photograph of the scene with a polarizer attached to the taking lens. On the other hand in the 19th century, photographers reacted to the Impressionists by consciously blurring their pictures. Alfred Stieglitz and his friend Edward Steichen took blurred (dreamy) photographs.

Note Alfred Stieglitz and Frank Sinatra were both born in Hoboken, New Jersey.



Elizabeth Blew Did Not Meet My Legs
Thursday, April 03, 2014


Since I could remember my mother told me that I had a younger, sister, a redhead, who was born dead. I think I have been fascinated by redhead women since, perhaps to the point of obsession.

In my profession as a portrait photographer, now waning, I always had a dearth of opportunity to photograph women with red hair. My interest in such an endeavour came from my inability to ever record on film the true, almost translucent skin of such mysterious people. Only in the last few months, with the advent of my owning a Fuji X-E1 digital camera do I have the ability to finally achieve my goal. In a few weeks, if  Karen Gerbrecht, a violinist for the Vancouver Symphony writes her essay, I will put up her picture as the latest in my red shawl series.

Of late I have been reading lots (in my NY Times and in the National Geographic) of the almost-proven theory of how our universe inflated after the first 10 to the minus 32 milliseconds. For reasons that escape my puny intelligence this theory raises the possibility of several big bangs before our own universe’s Big Bang. If that is indeed the case we could be living in a multiverse. It is then not just science fiction that if there is a googolplex (a very large number) of possible universes there could be one where my sister had not died and I would then not have been an only child.

Today I checked my first Argentine passport and it is dated 1953. This confirms that I left Buenos Aires that year for Mexico City. I was 10.

I remember many things of my life in Argentina until 1953 but my memory of my cousin Elizabeth Blew (who must be two years younger than I) is that of a girl that I would have ignored. She wore a ribbon on one side of  her hair. I know this because I can see her in one of my group birthday party pictures in our garden in Melián in the Buenos Aires suburb of Coghlan. 


Elizabeth Blew is the girl in white almost in the centre. You can see her hair ribbon.
Considering some important events in my life in 1965 I am ashamed of my faulty memory. It would seem that Elizabeth Blew’s memory of me (or at least that of my mother’s) is very good.

She recently read this blog. Elizabeth and I are facebook friends. This is what she wrote:

Alex, I read your story and looked at the various photos. I think all the ladies in your family are very attractive and to me, there is a lot of Aunty Nena in Hilary, also in your looks. Don't know about the legs though, I have not had the pleasure of meeting them, but will take your word for it!

The first thing that hit me is her use of the word Aunty. It seems that word evokes for me an era of nuclear families, no divorces, afternoon teas, and Anglo/Argentine accents that were more British than the Queen of England.

The second thing is a bit more intimate and I will proceed gingerly and hope that I will not embarrass my first cousin, who does happen to be a blazing redhead!

In 1965, I have a hazy memory of some of the events I used to go to my first cousin/godmother Inesita O’Reilly Kuker for dinner once a week. I usually showed up in my Argentine Navy sailor uniform. The table at the Kukers was huge as it had to accommodate Inesita, her husband Dolfi, Inesita’s four children (she was a re-married widow) and Dolfi’s four daughters (he was a re-married widower). Since many of these siblings were teenagers they invited their respective boyfriends and girlfriends. There was another guest. And this was Elizabeth Blew, one of the most strikingly beautiful redheads I have ever met. Part of her charm was a voice that somehow (to me) resembled the voice of Deborah Kerr. Whenever I see a film with Deborah Kerr my heart palpitates. I have no idea if I ever spoke with Elizabeth at the table or if we had after dinner conversations.

What I do remember is that we somehow met (I was in my uniform) at one of those Buenos Aires bar/restaurants that are on a corner. I was sitting with her at window table. I was completely transfixed and tongue-tied. I was completely smitten. I don’t think that my thoughts may have descended into the realm of incest, but perhaps my memory has erased it. It must have been summer as the window was open. If Elizabeth had brought a parasol it would not have seemed out of place. She was my Estella and I her Pip.

The magic moment was broken, a snap it was, when a very tall young man appeared in an Argentine Army uniform (he was Norwegian but he looked like a perfect blonde member of the Wehrmacht). I was introduced to the man perhaps by the expression, “….is my fiancé.”

Elizabeth and I are now first-cousin-type of friends. I have seen her every time that I visit Buenos Aires. I once visited her at her apartment in Martinez, not far from the train station. But I usually see her for tea at Inesita’s who also invites our other first cousin, Dianne. Dianne pouts if you happen to pronounce that Dy-anne. It has to be Dee-anne. 


I am happy to report that Elizabeth’s hair is still red (she says she colours it) and that she still sounds to me like Deborah Kerr.

If you re-read her latest message to me I do believe that her mention of my legs is sort of a piropo (a much milder Spanish word for flirt or a come-on). I wonder what she thought when we were sitting at that café before her soldier jerk showed up. 

I have enclosed here a couple of pictures with my mother so that Elizabeth can have the pleasure of meeting my legs.

Not too long ago Lord Gilbey told me of a drink he called Primos Hermanos. I wrote about it here. The concoction is terrible but I would drink on now if Elizabeth were on the other side of the table with, of course, a parasol.



VanDusen - That Botanical Jewel (A Zircon)
Wednesday, April 02, 2014


Rosa 'Charles de Mills'



VanDusen Botanical Gardens here in Vancouver are not far from where I live. I can walk there. Of late I have not. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that my granddaughters are older and visiting a botanical garden is not to their liking.

When we moved to our present home on Athlone Street in 1986 we had a ritual with VanDusen that was routine every year. In the fall we would fill our trunk with bags of Vancouver Gold (not what you think but mulch made by the city from fall leaf pickup). These bags were cheerfully filled by volunteers who would then pack our trunk. In the spring it was manure, nicely rotted manure. Again volunteers would fill our trunk and Rosemary would make me go for a second run. The third tradition was the VanDusen Plant Sale at the end of April (this year on the 27th).

As botanical gardens are defined they must not only display plants and trees but be engaged in research and plant propagation. They must have exchange programs with other gardens in the country and around the world.

By that definition the only true botanical garden is the appropriately named UBC Botanical Garden and Centre for Plant Research. This leaves VanDusen and the concrete garden, the Sun-Yat Sen Chinese Garden as display gardens. I am not sure of the exact status of the Nitobe Memorial Garden at UBC.

VanDusen conifers
Since I arrived in Vancouver in 1975 I have never seen a tad of botanical cooperation (the pooling or resources, sharing advertising and promotion, linking each other’s web pages). Each garden goes its own way. I wonder how many in Vancouver are aware of the UBC Botanical Garden’s excellent Shop in the Garden or the massive metallic cat walks that link parts of the garden for eye-popping views from above.

Part of the reason people are now in some sort of ignorance is that the garden wave of the 80s and 90s has mostly died. Only a few weeks ago I went to a local rose dealer and was shocked to find not one (I repeat not one) old rose in their inventory. If you want Rosa ‘Reine de Violette’ bite the dust you, will not find her.

If people are to garden they might do so high in a balcony. Many of the owners of garden centres are unable to sell their business as red ink flows.

VanDusen has always been a special Vancouver problem because until recently it had an uneasy and hazy relationship with the Vancouver Park Board. As an example, the many volunteer guides of the garden were not allowed to pull weeds. There were union regulations!

Now the direction of the garden is clear. The Park Boars is in Charge. This is the very Park Board, part of the city that replaces our city trees (when old, when they fall, when they die) with nice new trees that come with built in weeds. My wife and I have been pulling them (to no avail) for years now.

Twenty Twelve, as far as I can ascertain was the last year that VanDusen sold their fall compost and spring manure. This year, last week, they sold manure in tiny little bags for a price that in some cases exceed that of garden centres. Perhaps this is a Vancouver Park Board policy to keep all those involved with clean hands.

The above may sound like a rant because it is one.

Rosa 'Charles de Mills' at the VanDusen Plant Sale



April Played A Fiddle
Tuesday, April 01, 2014





 
Karen Gerbrecht


April Played a Fiddle
Frank Sinatra

April played a fiddle
And my heart began to dance
And I was so surprised to find
My arms around romance.
April played a fiddle
And I memorized the tune
And later on, a dream and i
Went singing to the moon.
Then may began to gossip,
And june just winked her eye,
And you should have seen
The know-it-all expression on July.
April played a fiddle
Ah but here's the funny part,
I had to pay the fiddler
With my one and only heart.

My friend virtuoso violinist Paul Luchkow once told me that we who are not musicians must call the instrument in question a violin. But the violinist has the choice of saying violin or fiddle.  

 More Karen Gerbrecht via Emily Dickinson

Emily Posts - violin in baize replaced

The Lord's fiddle  

I think the longest hour

the longest hour 



Emily Posts - A Violin In Baize Replaced
Monday, March 31, 2014




Karen Gerbrecht, Sunday March 30, 2014 Fuji Instant FP-100C

 One of my most singular pleasures in the last few years is the discovery that I can mate some of my photographs to the poems of my favourite poets, Jorge Luís Borges, Homero Aridjis, William Shakespeare (especially the Dark Lady of the Sonnets) and Emily Dickinson. Of the latter I have posted frequently in the last couple of years since I read Jerome Charyn's The Secret Life of Emily Dickinson - Novel. I first wrote about it here. Then I cross-referenced some of those blogs with the fact that Charyn then wroteI Am Abraham. I wrote lots about this novel because like The Secret Life of Emily Dickinson it is an unusual novel, what I call a first person autobiographical novel. Below are all the links to things Emily Dickinson to date.


The first two links are to photographs of the extremely beautiful Karen Kerbrecht who plays the violin in the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra. I knew that Dickinson had written at least three poems which include the violin. Here is the third so that I can justify posting one more picture of Karen Gerbrecht, one I took yesterday.

 

Like Some Old fashioned Miracle

When Summertime is done –

Seems Summer’s Recollection

And the Affairs of June



As infinite Tradition

As Cinderella’s Bays –

Or Little John — of Lincoln Green –

Or Blue Beard’s Galleries –



Her Bees have a fictitious Hum –

Her Blossoms, like a Dream –

Elate us — till we almost weep –

So plausible — they seem –


Her Memories like Strains — Review –

When Orchestra is dumb –

The Violin in Baize replaced –

And Ear — and Heaven — numb –
Emily Post






 http://blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com/2014/03/i-think-longest-hour.html

 http://blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com/2014/03/the-spirit-lasts.html

 http://blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com/2014/03/i-left-them-in-ground-emily-dickinson.html

 http://blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com/2014/01/i-felt-my-life-with-both-my-hands.html

http://blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com/2011/03/currer-bell-emily-dickinson-charlotte.html





A Fond Embrace With Thirst
Sunday, March 30, 2014

Si la sed va a abrasarme,
que ya me abrase.


If  thirst is to embrace me
that it embrace me now
Jorge Luis Borges - El Desierto 


 
Telus Studio Theatre Chan Centre UBC, March 29 2014


Going to a new music concert is always a thrill and an adventure. Particularly when in the collaboration with Turning Point Ensemble, musica intima and The Nu: BC Collective opening performance of Thirst last night, there were two world premieres. That might sound overly lofty but consider the pleasure of listening to something that has never been performed before.

Still I went to Thirst (with my designer friend Graham Walker) with some reservation. I am not keen (or at least I wasn’t at one time) on choirs or massed choirs. Fortunately musica intima (notice that I must write that in lower case!) is far from being a massed choir.

Caitlin & Phoebe MacRae

In the middle 50s while being a boarder at a Catholic school in Austin, a few of us of the many that listened to the only radio station around (owned by LBJ) considered ourselves sophisticated because we liked the instrumental music of The Ventures while everybody else preferred Elvis and company.

It is only in the last 15 years that I have begun to understand that every human voice (good ones) can be an exquisite musical instrument. And I should have known this before as I have jazz records by Lambert, Hendricks & Ross and many scat performances by Ella Fitzgerald. In my memory is a TV performance of a string trio in which the cello was simply actor Peter Ustinov imitating one with his voice!

One of the singular pleasures for me last night was noticing alto Caitlin MacRae (8 months pregnant) with her red hair singing with musica intima. I believe she may have been one of the original singers in the group when it was founded. There is a special reason why I hold a warm memory of MacRae.

In 1992, my wife, our two daughters and I went to our first ever performance of the Pacific Baroque Orchestra at Ryerson Church. They were appearing with the Elektra Female Choir. On the program was Vivaldi’s Gloria RV 589 (with that trumpet!). During this performance, my favourite ever (all female choir?) there was what seemed to me a competition between two soloists, Caitlin MacRae versus her sister (also a redhead) soprano Phoebe MacRae.


Most people who shun new music concerts because they may not be melodic enough or too dissonant or alien have it wrong when it comes to new music in Vancouver. Headed by the soft-smiling conductor (and Co-Artistic Director with trombonist Jeremy Berkman) Owen Underhill there is always lots of humanity in Turning Point Ensemble concerts. And when you mate the Ensemble with the music of the Serbian composer (resides in Montreal) Ana Sokolovic you have fun, games, humour and sound from instruments you never knew could be played.


Albertina Chan's harp and Jane Hayes
Not that Sokolovic is all laughs. In her Tanzer Lieder (2004) Soprano Robin Dridger-Klassen and The Nu:BC Collective headed by pianist Corey Hamm, Paolo Bortolussi on flute and Eric Wilson on cello there was a romantic intensity in music so good that the 15 minute duration seemed to me to be too short. Extra special was listening to Driedger-Klassen sing in German, French and English as Austrian poet Tanzer Lieder's original poem.

Sokolovic’s Dring, dring (2010/2014) with the Turning Point Ensemble was a hilarious account of our contemporary problems with cell phones and in particular those in which we post baby and cat pictures and selfies.

In …and need a room to receive five thousand people with raised glasses…or …what a wonderful day, the birds are singing “halleluia”…(2014 and a world premiere) Sokolovic with lots of humour coaxed all kinds of alarmingly wonderful sounds from Marc Destrubé’s violin,  and Albertina Chan on harp. But all the other instruments contributed too. David Owen removed the reed from his oboe to make blowing sounds, Berkman showed off with his trombone’s mutes but the most hilarious “noise” of all was French-hornist Steve Denroche’s imitations of the perfect flatulent sound. This piece should put to rest that unmelodic music cannot be fun and listenable.


Ana Sokolovic
 Thirst (2008) by American composer Julia Wolfe was much more serious. There were some moments where musica intima sang the Old Testament’s text from prophet Isaiah but most of the time they were simply musical instruments and part of the Ensemble. Thirst, when I closed my eyes brought me the image of Omar Sharif playing Sherif Ali in Lawrence of Arabia, in that iconic mirage in the desert as he closes in on the camera on his camel. And it brought to mind one of my most favourite poems, el Desierto, by Jorge Luís Borges.

Montreal resident (born in Germany) Michael Oesterle’s No Need (2014 and a world premier), (was this composition all about food as the program said? Take a year old carrot, sauté for two hours in goat butter and chamomile...) was a more slightly serious laugh (but a laugh nonetheless) in which guest clarinetist (and a regular of the Turning Point Ensemble) made sounds with his instrument that I had never heard before. I asked composer and saxophonist Colin MacDonald who was sitting nearby if he knew about all these sounds (including those French horn farts). He said, “Yes.” I was afraid to ask him how you would, as a composer notate those sounds! Musica intima again with just a few words but with more pure sounds convinced me that Bach Cantatas, as beautiful as they are (I am a fan) are not the only thing going for the human voice.

Ana Sokolovic, left, Owen Underhill, right

There is another performance (besides the one at 2:30) tonight at 7:30 at the Telus Studio Theatre at the Chan Centre at UBC.




     

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Leonard George Did Not Make It To Spring

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