Showing posts with label John Waters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Waters. Show all posts

Cyberflanerie: John Waters Appreciation Issue

I just look at him and want to laugh-- with him. He's a sort of Edgar Allen Poe x David Byrne x Ichabod Crane x Andy Warhol x Diane Vreeland (if she ever had anything to do with Baltimore)-- beyond brilliant. Not that I relish the movies (the few I've watched seemed to me wince-worthy, at best, Divine divinely and hilariously gross). What I appreciate, sincerely, is his joy as an artist. And I almost went to Baltimore the other weekend after the Writer's Center's "Publish Now!" seminar (more about that anon). But then I didn't. Oh well. The crab cakes can wait. But not my appreciation of John Waters.

John Water's Marfa poster
"Eat food all the same color!.. Pretend to see the Marfa Lights!... The Jonestown of minimalism!" Note, my chickadeecitos, that it is priced at $3,000 and sold out.

The Bat Segundo Interview podcast

The Vanity Fair Proust Questionnaire

The New Yorker calls him ... something not so nice

Interview at the Nervous Breakdown

NYT explains the "Odarama"

Dreamland Ultimate Guide to John Waters
Including a special page devoted to Divine

John Waters in Switzerland

More anon.

COMMENTS.

Cyberflanerie: From Mexico to Marfa, and a Bit About Mojo

One of the houses on the recent Marfa house tour featured this nifty "poster" by John Waters, "Visit Marfa." Turns out it's a rah-ther pry-say limited edi-shun. Check it out.

(What's up with the Marfa Mondays Podcasting Project? Slow but sure... four more podcasts, including an interview with painter Mary Baxter, a tour of Swan House, and Exploring Pinto Canyon Rd, are in the works. The latest is "A Spell in Chinati Hot Springs." Listen in anytime. I recently did an article for Cenizo Journal on Swan House-- the visionary Nubian-style mud-roofed compound outside of Presidio, which is about an hour and a jog south of Marfa. Stay tuned for more about that.)

My amigas the poet, essayist and translator, Brandel France de Bravo, and Mexican writer Silvia Cuesy have beautiful websites, ¡felicidades!
www.brandelfrancedebravo.com
www.silviacuesy.com

Wouldn't it be bodacious to drive from Mexico to Marfa in the Mojo Car?
(Scroll on down that page for the hilarious FAQs.)

(You might be wondering how I happened to surf onto the Mojo Car page. It so happened that, as part on my reading to expand and revise the introduction to my translation of Francisco I. Madero's Spiritist Manual of 1911, I was reading Mitch Horowitz's excellent Occult America, which provides an overview of the many American traditions, from Spiritualism to Mormonism to hoodoo. Yes, hoodoo. So I was reading all about those African-American root doctors and mojo and I just had to go and google. Up came the Lucky Mojo Curio Company of California and the owner's Mojo Car. Read more about the true meaning of mojo -- which is probably not what you think, you Doors fans, you-- here.)