“The thing that interests me is that today painters do not have to go to a subject matter outside of themselves. Most modern painters work from a different source, they work from within.”
Jackson Pollock, unbroadcast 1950 interview
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
“The thing that interests me is that today painters do not have to go to a subject matter outside of themselves. Most modern painters work from a different source, they work from within.”
Jackson Pollock, unbroadcast 1950 interview
T.S. Eliot, The Family Reunion
A Terry Teachout Reader, my self-anthology, came out sixteen years ago. I’ve published hundreds of pieces on various subjects since then, and I have no plans to put together a sequel to the Teachout Reader, so I thought I might instead launch a series of occasional posts drawn from my fugitive essays, articles, and reviews. I hope you like this one, which came from “Trapped in Eden,” a review of Christopher Guest’s A Mighty Wind.
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We are never so funny to others as when we are least funny to ourselves. This seeming paradox is the piston that drives the engine of comedy. In the greatest of all comedies—the Shakespearean tales of romantic reconciliation and their operatic counterparts, Verdi’s Falstaff and Mozart’s Marriage of Figaro and Così fan tutte—a pompous man’s thick carapace of earnestness is penetrated by humiliation. All at once, the unwitting butt of the joke realizes that he, too, partakes of the human condition, and is thereby made whole. It is in these transformative moments that the moral force of comedy is most evident, for it reminds us that we are not gods, merely men.
That’s one way to be funny. Another is to show us serious people who not only don’t realize how funny they are but never acquire any insight into their condition, wrapped as they are in their own bulletproof dignity. This sheer obliviousness is what makes them funny to us—but it also tempts us to feel superior to them, and that is a dangerous business, an invitation to vanity. This, I think, is the reason why women as a group tend to squirm at pure farce, for it outrages their protective instincts. Farce, after all, is a peculiarly hopeless kind of comedy, one in which the dignified boob learns nothing from his elaborately prepared Calvary of embarrassment. Instead, he is utterly vanquished by the other characters—and by the audience. Men naturally think in such triumphalist terms, but most women don’t. They want the victim (if he is a man) to learn from his misfortune, and be the better for it.
“Kings will be tyrants from policy, when subjects are rebels from principle.”
Edmund Burke, Reflections on the Revolution in France
“Tuesday in November,” a 1945 documentary featurette about elections in America made by the Office of War Information for overseas distribution. It was directed by John Houseman and scored by Virgil Thomson:
(This is the latest in a series of arts- and history-related videos that appear in this space each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday)
From 2011:
Read the whole thing here.I just got another wonderful e-mail from the Bulgarian translator of Pops: A Life of Louis Armstrong. Here it is, verbatim and in its entirety….
“The people never give up their liberties but under some delusion.”
Edmund Burke, speech at a County Meeting of Buckinghamshire (1784)
Bing Crosby and Bob Hope are seen auctioning off War Bonds at a 1944 golf tournament in a newsreel clip. Also seen is Frank Sinatra:
(This is the latest in a series of arts- and history-related videos that appear in this space each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday)
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