I learned a decade or so ago that no one is irreplaceable, regardless of their talents, native abilities, passions, certainly not in something as prosaic as a business organization, or as it turns out, in a political system, not even in the art world.
But this morning that day-in and day-out truth seems so hard to bear. There is such a haze of loss I’m fighting over the news of the death of Steve Jobs.
Separating yourself from the idea of ‘the irreplaceable’ is not to say…
Justus Rosenberg was the youngest member of the team led by Varian Fry that rescued some of Europe’s most famous artists, writers, and intellectuals who had taken refuge in France prior to the Nazi occupation. I studied linguistics under Dr. Rosenberg at The New School in the Fall of 2008. This video tell his story from the 1940′s, and in the post I tell a little story shared between us that fall.
Bill Peshel’s site reminds us of a the 1968 mud wrestling match between Bill Buckley and Gore Vidal. Since along with Jean Shepherd, WFB is one of my earliest media influences, I throw my two cents in the ring:
“Regardless of how one feels about his politics – and the terms arrogant, elitist, monarchial, papist all fit – Buckley was a force that influenced politics for decades.”
Buckminster Fuller had Journals, so do I…
I wrote about the recent revival of interest in Buckminster Fuller stemming in large part from a major show at the Whitney, and about my own small personal discovery about Fuller’s impact on the iconography of our day.
A second, and perhaps more important reflection came as I walked the halls of the Whitney’s fourth floor exhibition space as I spent some time looking at bound volumes of Fuller’s notes.
Have you ever noticed that all representations of the future have no ninety degree angles? From EPCOT to Worlds Fair, ovals and acute angles dominate. Why is that? It’s because of Buckminster Fuller.
