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Monday, February 23, 2009

You may be interested to know that I stayed up late last night to watch a biopic of Jackson Pollock. It was très bon. The actress playing his wonderful talented wife was magnificent and heid-the-ba was good too, although he relied on his physical resemblance a lot.
Look, never mind about that. The point is, I am one of very few people I know, who get his pictures. Ha! How cool is that? I know, it’s fantastic isn’t it?
It is because I was exposed to them at something like three or four year old, followed by seeing film of him at work in his studio on TV when I was about seven, followed by a TV discussion where he was rubbished when I was nine and then that unfunny prick Tony Hancock spoofed him in some shit film too.

I am not a critic so I can’t communicate what he has communicated to me, but there’s an emotional reaction, then a realisation that it’s the intended emotional reaction and then when you realise that, there’s a third layer when you say fuck! It’s at a machine code level so all I can say is it is fantastic and mesmerising and overpowering and all encompassing in some telepathic mira
culous way. See? I told you I couldn’t tell you, and now you think I’m mental and a patronising wanker to boot. Tough.

I have never read any criticism of his work in case I’ve got it all wrong and the philistines burst my bubble; I don’t have the st
rength of my conviction.

Anyway, I say he was a giant and a genius and he was overwhelmed when he discovered his technique. I have seen some originals in Glasgow, Liverpool, London, New York and Washington so I know what I’m talking about.
If I were a millionaire I’d buy one and stare at it.


Barlinnie said...

No more shall we see such a great Tachisme, than that of oul JP.

Maybe if his Cletic blood hadn't been so intoxicated? on that dreadful night, Jack the dripper may still be with us.

As for Hancock, he remains as unfunny in death as he did in life.

The Thinker? ... my arse.

Mrs Pouncer said...

Willem de Kooning said "Pollock broke the ice", and it's certainly the case that when most people think of Abstract Expressionism, they think of Pollock.

However, you are a prick. The Rebel (with T. Hancock) is not unfunny. For one thing, it has Irene Handl as his muse for Aphrodite at the Waterhole, and for another it has O. Reed attempting a French accent. Oh, and a character called Jim Trubshaw.

Barlinnie said...

Mrs P, the word 'Prick' coming from your mouth, (especially linked with my name) is somewhat of a pleasure.

Excuse me while I take myself in hand for a while.

Merely to contemplate, you understand?

Mrs Pouncer said...

Here's my card; knock yourself out.

Pat said...

Without googling - 'cos that would be cheating - was he the dotty one? As in 'dots' rather than bonkers?

Hancock was a tragic creature but we found him funny on the radio in the fifties.
I don't think you're mental Doc-
I know it - nothing wrong with that.

I do miss Irene Handl. She wrote a wonderful novel too about a precious little French boy - I've got it somewhere.

Ms Scarlet said...

Considering how they were painted, there's an awful lot of rhythm going on. I like that.

Unknown said...

This is the guy who invented the captcha, right?

Dr Maroon said...

Che, I dunno.
I don't know the terminology
I don't think anyone continued with his technique. He worked at it, developed it and destroyed a lot of unsatisfactory stuff as he went; stuff that didn't hit the spot. I don't wholly agree with Clarissa, I don't think people do think of Pollock. Christ what do I know? Maybe they do. I know he's not a charlatan and I only know that through personal experience.

I got rhythm,
I got paint pots,
I got canvas,
who could ask for anything more?
Scarlet, here, have a drink. You've earned it.

Pat, no, not the dotty one; that was someone else entirely. And Hancock was not a tragic figure. He was rolling in it. Minted. If anything he had far too much money and he rode that horse straight to Hell.
I might be mental or just a bit autistic. What if, what if, now hear me out Pat, what if by chance Jackson Pollocks brain was set up the same way as mine. I mean physiologically. What if we shared the same motherboard and disc operating system? That would mean I had an "in" into his emotional declarations no matter how he tried to express them. Christ what a nightnmare!

Jimmy what a charmer you are. You are definitely not from Maryhill that's for sure. I was born there, I would have remembered.

Dr Maroon said...

Clarissa, I surrender.
You are of course right!
The Rebel had its momments, especially the frothy coffee and the satire on the beatnick scene, but it crumbled at taking the piss out of Pollock.
There I was, tight lipped at 10, or however old I was when it came on the TV, about them taking the piss, not about the art; the art came later: summer 79, Interail, and I saw Summertime at the Tate in Millbank and it only took a minute or two and that was that.

Dr Maroon said...

Jesus, when you read that post after a couple of drinks, it's hard not to be utterly sick.
Sorry everyone.

savannah said...

i haven't even started. . .

Eryl Shields said...

I reckon he must have been doing something right, people of the establishment don't bother to trash anyone who isn't a threat to their authority.

I've only seen a couple of his pieces and I liked them a lot, why, I couldn't say.

Mrs Pouncer said...

Stop beating yourself up. Let me do it for you.

I didn't say "most people think of Jackson Pollock". I said they think of him when they think of Abstract Expressionism. You imply that they think of him all the time. They don't. Most people have better things to do. I suspect you have been peering through the begrimed windows of a Model Lodging House, Maroon. I would be very careful about what you put into the ether. You will end up as an old penitent with a golfball sewn into your pyjamas.

sarah said...


i don't prefer his style, but it is what it is and art is for all kinds of people.

you see a masterpiece, i see a bunch of whirling colors in splatters and dribbles and blah blah blah. he was the first person to do this - well kudos. i still don't fecking like it.

Barlinnie said...

Maryhill... no, but I do have a lady friend fae there.
Seems to be a popular area with my fellow bloggers.

I can remember when it was nothing but steamies and shebeens. A poke of chups was under a shilling, and boaking on a bottle of buckie was a sign of a wee manhood.
Athol brose was more than a winter warmer, and a bannock was the staple diet for the weans.

We had not a feckin bawbee between us..

Thank the christ that's all behind me now.

Pat said...

So - if he's not the dotty one he's the splish splash? No?
Doc having lots of money does not preclude one from being a tragic figure. Hancock was doomed as are lots of the best comic actors. Olivier understood it when he did the 'dead eyes' in 'The Entertainer' or at least he understood John Osborne's character of Archie Rice.
Max Wall was a perfect example- and killingly funny.

Mrs Pouncer said...

(Off topic; I am right, amn't I? That's MY book, an East Midlands accent and a passing acquaintance. How perceptive of me, as per).

Dr Maroon said...

Well here's a thing. Damo's medicine cabinet. It's a fantastic example.
It evokes a whole spectrum of emotions and secondary feelings in me. It's nothing too much to do with association either, otherwise any medicine cabinet would do the same but it doesn't. In fact, i can't think of any other medicine cabinet in the world that does. It has menace and safety and summer and childhood and allsorts. This was the intention I believe.

Dr Maroon said...

Oh yes Clarissa, you are totally right.
But then we knew, didn't we?

Mrs Pouncer said...

It was actually supposed to be a comment on the nature of mortality, according to Damey-baby. This has piercing resonance for me at the moment. I am going to bed.

Anonymous said...

Not a millionaire? Just buy a print and stare at it anyway.

sarah said...

sincerely Maroon - i envy the ability to have that reaction to his work. it's pure jealousy rearing it's head as a rude comment.

do forgive me.

Dr Maroon said...

ninetyninewords it's the wall requirements. Here in the Hovel,I don't have the accommodation you see. A reduced print without the colours or third dimension just wouldn't do I'm afraid.

relax Sarah. I've had tons of acid in my time. I don't know why I brought the subject up, it was the film I think. He probably conned us all the way to the bank the bastard.