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Still Life With Oysters and Lemon: On Objects and Intimacy by Mark Doty
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Robin
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Nov 01, 2010 10:55AM

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That was me. I've already forgotten how I did it but I'm sure I could figure it out again, if you want me to post the next book.



On page 6 he talks about reflection in painting, “That there can never be too much of reality; that the attempt to draw nearer to it – which will fail – will not fail entirely, as it will give us not the fact of lemons and oysters but this, which is its own fact, its own brave assay toward what is.”
I have often thought about reality and what is reality, can we know it, people say that novels are not real, but on the other hand non-fiction can sometimes be more unreal than a good novel. However, this thought of not drawing or portraying reality, but only moving towards it, makes a lot of sense to me.
He goes on, “That description is an inexact, loving art, and a reflexive one; when we describe the world we come closer to saying what we are.”
Jonathan wrote: "It's a nice book, don't you think, Dvora? Not necessarily what I was expecting--more like a long personal essay than a work of art history--but the writing itself is really quite good. And I think ..."




I have finished reading Camille Claudel and my other book and am now awaiting the Oysters and Lemon book.

But it's a paperback, and not the beautiful little signed hardback I lost. Grrrrrr.

But it's a paperback, and not the beautiful little signed hardback I lost. Grrrrrr."
Ruth, it will turn up in some toatally unlkely and unreasonable spot long after the discussion. I know just how you feel though. I hate it when I misplace some special copy of a favorite book. Nowadays I just assume it's packed in one of the many boxes still -- but I won't know till I have bookcases again and start looking into the boxes.



Yes but I would assume the discussion would continue well beyond the tenth given some are reading the book during the ten days. It is a book which you can read relatively quickly but I would recommend taking notes or marking things as you go as there are plenty of discussion points.

page 7
"We long to connect; we fear that if we do, our freedom and individuality will disapear."
page 9
"To think through things, that's the still life painter's work and the poet's. Both sorts of artists require a tangible vocabulary, a wordly lexicon...a phantom language..why should we have been born knowing how to love the world? We require, again and again, these demonstrations."


Here are few more
Page 16
...this is the testament of falling in love with light,its endless variation, its subtley and complexity...it is a sort of knowledge that must be wordless, incommunicable, so precisely does it depend upon a long context of looking and practice, and so specific is its aim.
Page 18
Portraits often seem pregnant with speech...But no word will ever be spoken here,among the flowers and snails, the solid and dependable apples, this heap of rumpled books, this pewter plate on which a few opened oysters lie, giving up thier silver...painting creates silence...it is the act of painting that makes them perennially poised, an emergent truth about to be articulated,a word waiting to be spoken..At the end of time, will that word be said?

Kelley


Welcome, Kelley! Glad to have you, and thanks for introducing yourself and participating in the group discussions!
Amal, aren't his words so poetic? Would this be considered a type of Ekphrastic poetry?



BTW, I sent him a note to tell him we were discussing his book, and inviting him to stop by if he'd like. He's on tour right now, but he said he was delighted that we were discussing the book.

What you say about Doty being primarily a poet is interesting. This book makes some very sound observations about art history, but I actually found it more interesting as a reflection of the author's thoughts on how life intersects with art. A few paintings from Golden Age Holland spark all of these memories about his relationship with his partner and the life they shared together. This topic could easily have spiraled out of an author's control, but the thematic connection to the still lifes keeps things focused and does not seem at all forced to me.
Very nice that you've done workshops with him...

I wish there were more books delving into our relationship with art in this way. I tire sometimes of the standard art historical approach.



I have painted many still lifes myself and yet I never had such a deep understanding of their fascination as does Mark Doty.
“The brink upon which still life rests is the brink of time, the edge of something about to happen.”
Does it seem that way to any of you? Has this book changed the way you look at a still life, or has it, as it has for me, articulated something I felt but didn’t understand?

"I have been drawn into the orbit of a painting, have allowed myself to be pulled into its sphere by casual attraction deepening to something more compelling."
A painting in motion? Making an orbit -- through time? through space? Passing people rather than them passing before the painting? The description of the looking, reference to the "tenderness of experience", the sense of being "held in intimacy with the things of the world" -- it sounds like love, which is what he originally said -- he had fallen in love with a painting. The long passage where he is talking of the painting and its "assertions" is pure poetry in my opinion. And then in the next breath it seems he is opposing himself -- stating his resistance to the assertion that Bachelard put forth that intimacy is the highest value. Roots vs freedom.
"Alchemist's work turning tin and arsenic and vegetable juices into golden fruit painted with a kind of showy complication and variety there must have been competition among the paitners of lemons.
"To think through things, that is the still life painter's work -- and the poet's." And ours to some degree, if I'm reading Doty correctly in this book.




Robin, that pocketbook brought tears to my eyes as I pictured my own grandmother's bag quite similar to Doty's description and the items which came from its depths -- also eerily similar during my childhood -- hers yielded not the red and white peppermints but the pink or white lozenges of peppermint or wintergreen, thick and somewhat powdery in texture which were the choice of the older generation of women in my family. I remember my great-aunt usually had a few of these in the pocket of her ever-present apron.
Kim, lovely post also and I'm looking forward to that quote when you have time.