Quantcast

A Poem for You

UPTICK

We were sitting there, and
I made a joke about how
it doesn’t dovetail: time,
one minute running out
faster than the one in front
it catches up to.
That way, I said,
there can be no waste.
Waste is virtually eliminated.

To come back for a few hours to
the present subject, a painting,
looking like it was seen,
half turning around, slightly apprehensive,
but it has to pay attention
to what’s up ahead: a vision.
Therefore poetry dissolves in
brilliant moisture and reads us
to us.
A faint notion. Too many words,
but precious.

- John Ashbery

This Recording

is dedicated to the enjoyment of audio and visual stimuli. Please visit our archives where we have uncovered the true importance of nearly everything. Should you want to reach us, e-mail alex dot carnevale at gmail dot com, but don't tell the spam robots. Consider contacting us if you wish to use This Recording in your classroom or club setting. We have given several talks at local Rotarys that we feel went really well.

The New York Series

Martin Scorsese Week

Masthead

Alex Carnevale        
Editor-in-Chief            
                                
Molly Lambert          
Managing Editor          
                                  
Will Hubbard            
Executive Editor

Contributors
Yvonne Georgina Puig
Meredith Hight
Durga Chew-Bose
Molly Young
Tyler Coates
Almie Rose
Karina Wolf
Danish Aziz
Eleanor Morrow
Owen Roberts

Comments? Requests?
This form does not yet contain any fields.
    Search TR


    Classic Recordings
    Robert Altman Week

    Woody Allen Week


    Molly Lambert's Science Corner


    What would Steve Martin eat?


    G.I. Joe & Zorn's Lemma


    Will explains John Ashbery


    Conspiracy of Amber's Bra


    Magic Meets The Middle East


    This Is How The World Ends


    New Tao Lin!


    Boy Met World


    Why Is Kristen Stewart So Sad?


    The Perils of Dating in L.A.


    Young Anjelica Huston Oozes For You


    Belle & Sebastian's 10 Favorite Albums


    Lindsay Loves Samantha


    Drag Us To Hell


    Molly Lambert On Jack Nicholson


    Recovering From The Hangover


    Down with The Elderly

    Morrissey's Wit and Wisdom

    Advice for the Bride and Groom

    YouTube Tour of Disneyland

    10 Best Political Speeches

    The Best Albums of 2008

    Spores Own You Now

    Your Body's Not a Myspace

    Tyler on Romance

    You're Wonderful Cher

    We Were Them, Once 

    Mamet's Genius

    A New Kind of Porn Star

    NYC on the Cheap

    If It Makes Molly Laugh

    Women & Porn

    The Day The Earth Stood Still Sucked

    Skylines Are Suffering

    What To Do About This One

    Music As You Never Heard It Before


    Wolverine Again


    Summer Romance

     Greatest Jokes Ever


    Molly & I Love You, Man


    Paltrow in Two Lovers

    Dick Cheney Is Lost

    Devendra Talks Natalie

    TR Underlings Fight For Status

    Molly Punks Amy Winehouse

    Julie Klausner and Her Sisters


    Molly's Star Trek


    Glory of Artists' Self-Portraits


    Kill Lists Are Common Courtesy

    Shia: Every Mother's Son


    Legend of Georgia's Parents

    Undercover At A Country Club

    Lauren Among the Wackness


    Babes and Fast Cars


    She's Every Woman


    The Best 50 Singles of 2009 So Far


    Wes Anderson & Pauline Kael


    Ruben's Elevator


    Tyler and Cats


    Go boycrazy maybe


    Almie and the shroud of coupledom


    Murder at the MOMA

    The Sci-Fi Future

    The Print Edition

    capgun3covercoloronly1

    We also make a poetry journal called Cap Gun. Limited supplies are left of Issue 3. Read more here

     

    Tuesday
    14Apr2009

    « In Which The Native Doll Presents Itself As Scarlett Johansson »

    Doll to Plop

    by MOLLY YOUNG

    Scarlett Johansson: an actress best described in culinary metaphors. Skin like ice cream, mouth like a plum. Her beauty is appetizing more than impressive. There is something oversweet and transient about it, which is the reason I suspect Woody Allen enjoys putting her in his films. He has always been a voracious (if slightly troubling) admirer of feminine beauty, and the impulse to capture Scarlett's ripe spell for posterity must be irresistible. It is nice work if you can get it.

    What you notice first in Vicky Cristina Barcelona is that the actress's individual features are not stunning. She has plain eyes, bleached hair, and a nose that someone (I can't remember who) once described as "porcine". And yet. Like a tasty meatloaf composed of bargain ingredients, Scarlett defies her components to come out very well in the end.

    Part of her appeal is that Scarlett's looks will not age well. She will not, for example, look as good as her costar Patricia Clarkson at Clarkson's age. Clarkson has the look of someone whose beauty is ancillary to her other characteristics (intelligence, wit.) Scarlett, on the other hand, is one-dimensionally sensuous. Super-sensuous!

    This is not a flaw. In fact, it makes her delightful to watch for exactly 90 minutes, the length of a film. During that time, especially when she is filmed by Woody Allen, there is nobody else you would rather watch. She is less an actress than a presence. By which I mean that her Scarlett Johansson-ness never, ever gets subsumed in any role she plays. It is this fact, more than her sexiness, which etches a time stamp on her forehead.

    In Vicky Cristina Barcelona we find Woody Allen treating the actress like a doll to plop in different scenarios. We get Scarlett on a bike, Scarlett in a plane, Scarlett by the pool. She is delightful in every case, especially when her sweetness is spiked with more complicated actors.

    Scarlett floats among them with the easy carriage of someone accustomed to adoration - a well-loved dog, say, or a pampered child. It is easy to feel jealous or resentful of her, but you're not doing yourself any favors by doing so.

    If you are tempted by these emotions, just remind yourself (in a voice tinged with creepiness) to relax and enjoy it. We should all be Scarlett fans.

    Molly Young is a writer living in New York. She tumbls here and frolics here.

    "New Partner (live)" — Mark Kozelek (mp3)

    "Summer Dress (live)" — Mark Kozelek (mp3)

    "Send in the Clowns (live)" — Mark Kozelek (mp3)

    Reader Comments (1)

    Hey guys,
    Would you mind sending me an email with the rest of the links to the live Kozelek songs?
    Thank you.

    August 11, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterDilip

    PostPost a New Comment

    Enter your information below to add a new comment.

    My response is on my own website »
    Author Email (optional):
    Author URL (optional):
    Post:
     
    Some HTML allowed: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>