Jane Eaton Hamilton

"At the bottom of the box is hope." – Ellis Avery.

Tag: Los Angeles Review of Books

Can You Do It, Make a Living From Art? Probably Not.

LARB always has great essays about this biz of ours. Alexis Clements writes What Are the Chances? Success in the Arts in the 21st Century and concludes that money is a bit of a dirty secret in the arts. Most artists working at art or writing full time have ancillary income–help from a spouse, inheritance, real estate success.

“The chances of your book becoming a New York Times best seller in 2012: 0.002 percent [1]” -Alexis Clements

What Are the Chances? Success in the Arts in the 21st Century

Voluble Orlando

Over at Voluble, a Los Angeles Review of Books (LARB) channel, there’s a new project in the works. Home movies filmed at queer bars run alongside LGBTQ artists in a feature called The Joy of Coloring.

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“On June 12, 2016 a man entered PULSE, a gay nightclub in Orlando Florida and used a SIG Sauer MCX semi-automatic rifle and a 9mm Glock 17 semi-automatic pistol to murder 49 people and wound 53 others. The club was hosting Latin Night. The vast majority of victims were Puerto Rican and Latin@. This was the largest massacre of LGBTQ people in U.S. history. It continues a seemingly relentless wave of gun violence in the U.S. It is part of a tapestry of year that included significant legislation against LGBTQ people in the United States of America.

My original impulse was to immediately “do something”. I asked people on Facebook to find their nearest gay bar and go read a poem in front of it. We got these gorgeous homemade films. I didn’t ask folks to identify whether they were LGBTQ or not. I think everyone should know where their nearest gay bar is.” –-Gabrielle Calvocoressi from the introduction to the project

The night of the slaughter of Latin@ and Puerto Ricans at Pulse, Vancouver held a vigil at the Art Gallery. Afterwards, my friend Donna Dykeman and I stood in front of The Fountainhead and I read an excerpt from GOING SANTA FE, a chapbook of mine published in 1997–nearly twenty years ago–while she filmed me. It was very dark and noisy on the street and we only had my iPhone. I was crying while I read. Standing outside a bar, a bar like Pulse, a bar that could have been Pulse, drove home the horror. Like everyone else, I longed for us to be able to lift the victims into our arms and breathe their lives back into them. Now all I can do is look at their photographs and speak the victims’ names again and again and again.

Never forget. Never forget. Never forget.

“Why I Write” by Meldon Sandrow

 

 

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We all pretend we don’t know why.

But maybe we do. And maybe this is it?

Why I Write

 

 

LARB: On Joan Didion

I am her fond, perhaps unthinking, fan, and now, I am Emmett Rensin’s as well; he has such an avuncular style.  (His rhythm, don’t you know?)  His essay about Joan Didion here.

 

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