28/7/2012

Antin

I dreamed that I was with a group of strangers, staying in a house. There was a bald man they called their uncle David. Later, I asked the people what their last name was, and they said "Antrim," or "Antim." Somehow I got it in my head that this was David Antin. I wanted to introduce myself to him, tell him I had been a fan for a long time, but I didn't get to meet him again before I woke up.

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Vance Maverick dijo...

Not Donald Antrim?

I've been a fan of Antin's for a while, too. I had a curious experience rereading his talk pieces a few years back -- none of them seemed like a perfect example, there was always some digression into annoyingness. Then I realized that this has to be intentional. They're edited improvisations, obviously -- but if they were edited to the point that they clicked like Garrison Keillor monologues, that would deny their origin. (Somewhere his eulogy for Kathy Acker is online -- you can almost see him rounding third base, into the home stretch, realizing that the apt and tidy closure is within his grasp, too cute either for the occasion or his own standards, and deciding to complicate it after all with a saving awkwardness.

Vance Maverick dijo...

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