Most lovely. And appreciated. Excerpt? Word.
"The air is salty, crisp, and inky dark.
This isn’t the summer
Provincetown where the night is filled with packs of boys dressed in
leather who follow Adam and I as we go to meet our parents after
wandering the streets; where music plays everywhere, pulsating and full
of kinetic energy; where every other storefront is a souvenir or T-shirt
shop selling cans of Cape Cod air and where Spiritus Pizza, the Penny
Patch, and the Army-Navy store filled with its ancient scuba gear are
always jammed with tourists while rainbow flags flutter from every
building, and there is life, so much life, and so much joy with every
stop.
This is winter, and even on New Year’s Eve, the people on
the streets are few, except for the drunken guy who yells, “Happy New
Year’s” at me as he and another guy stumble by, and I think, “Happy New
Year’s for who man, because it’s not happy for me and my brother?”.
And
what must Adam be thinking at this point, laying on the floor of our
room, alone, scared, and far from home, as he wonders whether keeping
his hands clasped tightly around his head will keep his brains from
spilling out onto the rug as he awaits my return?
Not that I’m really thinking about any of that."
Showing posts with label michael tanzer. Show all posts
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Friday, June 3, 2011
And now we pause for a brief Michael Tanzer interlude.
It is June 3rd. And today is the birthday of TBWCYL, Inc. spokesperson Ben Tanzer's father Michael Tanzer, artist, advocate, raconteur, tough guy and pool player. He has been dead eleven years this coming fall and at the risk of being morbid, nothing about that seems sadder than the idea that he will slowly fade from our collective memory, something we know he would have hated. So, in an effort to avoid, or at least prolong said fade, please do take a moment to revisit our 2008 storySouth award nominated creative nonfiction joint and Michael Tanzer homage "PaintWriteDeathLifeArt (Sketches from a Life in Art)," and please do note, and yes this seems coarse as hell, that his last work of art graces the cover of our soon to be released novella My Father's House, something we couldn't be more excited about.Thursday, June 3, 2010
Michael Tanzer. A shout-out.
We want to take a moment to recognize that June 3rd would have been TBWCYL, Inc. spokesperson Ben Tanzer's father Michael Tanzer's sixty-ninth birthday. He was a great artist and mostly unrecognized during his lifetime. With that in mind, we draw your attention to not only a piece we wrote about him titled PaintWriteDeathLifeArt (Sketches from a life in art), that ran in decomP back in 2007, and is briefly excerpted below, but an academic article about his life and work as well, which is titled Michael Tanzer: An Artist Searching for His Routes by the late UCLA art historian and long-time family friend Albert Boime."My father Michael Tanzer was a lot of things. Painter. Teacher. Activist. Raconteur. Filmmaker. New Yorker. High-school dropout. Tough guy. He was also a man who had regrets, someone who died much too young from a twisted form of cancer, an artist who never quite achieved what he hoped to, and a guy who never cried, not until the end anyway."
Saturday, September 5, 2009
This Self-Portrait Will Change Your Life, Week Thirty-Four - "PaintWriteDeathLifeArt."
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