A Visit to the Broad by Tim Lane

I reserved a visit at the Broad in East Lansing, Michigan, today. I had already seen the Interstates of the Mind exhibition, but had not seen Seeds of Resistance. Below, I’ve included one image from Seeds and several from Interstates.

It was cool to be at the Broad. There are several exhibitions in rotation right now; I enjoyed Interstates of the Mind the most.

The Broad is doing pre-arranged visits right—you can reserve a slot online—and I appreciate that.

Beatriz Cortez, Salvadorian artist b. 1970Generosity II, 2019The sculpture, which resembles a satellite, and reminds me of the menacing machines in The Matrix, is a seed bank, storing seeds for future generations.

Beatriz Cortez, Salvadorian artist b. 1970

Generosity II, 2019

The sculpture, which resembles a satellite, and reminds me of the menacing machines in The Matrix, is a seed bank, storing seeds for future generations.

Screenprints and photolithographs by British artist, Eduardo Paolozzi (1924-2005).

Screenprints and photolithographs by British artist, Eduardo Paolozzi (1924-2005).

Chakaia Booker, American b. 1953Solar Flare, 2007

Chakaia Booker, American b. 1953

Solar Flare, 2007

Philip Guston, American, b. Canada (1913-1980)Driver, 1975

Philip Guston, American, b. Canada (1913-1980)

Driver, 1975

Delphian Gallery & Francisco G Pinzón Samper by Tim Lane

I recently found some artwork that I really like on Delphian Gallery’s IG account. The artist is Francisco G. Pinzón Samper, and the gallery is located in London. I have posted a pic of the painting that grabbed my attention, but there were many others.

You can find Delphian Gallery on IG or Facebook. I wasn’t able to find a lot about Francisco G. Pinzón Samper online, but you can find this artist on IG, as well, as @sanfranciscodebogota.

Isis, by Francisco G. Pinzón Samper@sanfranciscodebogota

Isis, by Francisco G. Pinzón Samper

@sanfranciscodebogota

Poem Begun In August by Tim Lane

This is another old poem, written around 2004. I still enjoy performing this one, when the moment is right. It is also featured in Pure Pop, which is free (scroll down).

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Three Houses, One Home, 2004, 40”x30” on canvas

Three Houses, One Home, 2004, 40”x30” on canvas

Pure Pop
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Pure Pop was released in 2007 by the wonderful folks at Revelator Press. Here it is in its original format! You can still find other downloadable titles at revelatorpress.blogspot.com.

“Pure Pop is just that—a little bit of Coke, a little bit of homage to the Pops of the New York School, and a lot of heart. Tim Lane’s gracefully fluent lyrics are celebratory, immediate, full of feeling, and full of life. Without falling into sloppy sentimentality or clunky derivation, Lane conjures his own world while stealing fire from the masters.”

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Pure Pop delivers all of the delicious, unmitigated pleasure implied in its title. Tim Lane’s poems, jubilant and experientially engaged, prove that joy too is serious stuff.

The Rusty Nail by Tim Lane

I cannot take credit for this photo of the Rusty Nail.

I cannot take credit for this photo of the Rusty Nail.

The Rusty Nail was a bar in downtown Flint that went out of business in the late 80s. The spot figures prominently in my semi-autobiographical novel, Your Silent Face, and would have to appear in just about anything I ever wrote about Flint and the 80s. It was that place. The place where regular folks went, where the writers and poets and musicians and creatives went, where the pool players went, where the U of M, Flint students hung out, where the underground crowd went. It was where I first got up on stage and read my poetry, at the age of seventeen. It was where I met one of my best friends in life.

I thought that I would share this photo that a buddy shared to my FB wall this morning. I don’t know who took it. It also captures the Capitol Theater down the street, another spot that appears in my novel. Despite everything else, we had a hell of a lot of fun, or something like that, in downtown Flint in the 80s.

Your Silent Face is available at the Apple Book Store (for iphones, tablets and notebooks), Amazon (for Kindle), or this website (for all devices).

Links below.

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"10 Book Challenge" Runners Up by Tim Lane

My friend, Courtney, challenged me to post ten books on FB that I love. I have listed them here in one spot for inquisitive readers. But wait, there’s more. There’s always more; I’ve listed some notable runners up!

The Goalie’s Anxiety at the Penalty Kick, by Peter Handke

The Lover, by Marguerite Duras

Song of Solomon, by Toni Morrison

Last Nights of Paris, by Philippe Soupault

A Scanner Darkly, by Philip K Dick

The Savage Detectives, by Roberto Bolaño

Ask the Dust, by John Fante

Rivethead, by Ben Hamper

Emerald Ice, by Diane Wakoski

Astrophysics for People in a Hurry, by Neil De Grasse Tyson

Some notables (these books could just as easily have been in the above list…):

The Plague, by Albert Camus

The Moviegoer, by Walker Percy

Franny and Zooey, by J D Salinger

The Selected Poems of Frank O’Hara, edited by Donald Allen

Less Than Zero, by Brett Easton Ellis

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, stories by Raymond Carver

Saturday Night and Sunday Morning, by Alan Sillitoe

Honky, by Dalton Conley

Prozac Nation, by Elizabeth Wurtzel

No One Belongs Here More Than You, stories by Miranda July

Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, by Annie Dillard

The Universal Baseball Association, Inc., J. Henry Waugh, Prop., by Robert Coover

Jillian, by Halle Butler

Eat When You Feel Sad, by Zachary German

Before Night Falls, by Reinaldo Arenas

Reservation Blues, by Sherman Alexie

Tulsa Kid, by Ron Padgett

Teardown: Memoir of a Vanishing City, by Gordon Young

So, yeah, I could go on and on…the above lists leave out hundreds of authors and do not really even begin to scratch the surface.

Photo of Aaron not reading.

Photo of Aaron not reading.

Poem of Hope of One Kind or Another by Tim Lane

My art, writing and poetry have always been closely linked to my life—the physical and the life of the mind. This poem is about fifteen years old. I still enjoy it. While at readings, I was never really sure if this one connected with audiences. I was obstinate, though; I often brought it out.

I hope you like it, or take away a line that you like.

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