Frozen Music

Posted in Music, Shelter with tags on September 10, 2014 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

Two architectural projects by Iannis Xenakis



Posted in Art, Music with tags , on September 10, 2014 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

Son et lumière spectacle by Iannis Xenakis, Persepolis, Iran, 1971


Arthur Kraft’s Kansas

Posted in Art, Kansas with tags , on September 8, 2014 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

The artist Arthur Kraft (1922–1977) was a Kansas City native and, like myself, an alumnus of that city’s Southwest High School. Much of his work was painted in an abstract style which is pretty hard to take seriously these days, but he was also one of the many talented designers employed by the Container Corporation of America in their pioneering and unconventional advertising campaigns of the 1940’s and 50’s, “… intended to differentiate the CCA from its competition through the use of modern art, or, as Elizabeth said “to associate the company with design excellence.”

Southern California architecture in Lawrence, Kansas

Posted in Cinema, Kansas, Photo with tags on September 8, 2014 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

The Granada movie theatre in Lawrence, Kansas was still around when I was a kid, though it had a different marquee, and the bus station had moved further down Massachusetts Street. This photo from October 1938 taken by John Vachon is one of the tens of thousands of documentary images compiled by the Farm Security Administration, part of FDR’s New Deal during the Great Depression. The entire archive is now available online.

Constable at the V&A

Posted in Painting with tags , , on September 4, 2014 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

Self Portrait

I am very much looking forward to attending the new exhibition at the V&A of paintings by John Constable, who has long been among my favourite artists. Though sometimes overshadowed by the theatrics of his great contemporary Turner, and with a reputation suffering somewhat from the over-familiarity of his most famous works, there is nonetheless little doubt that he was one of the most brilliant and innovative painters of his day and among the very greatest landscapists of all time.

A View on the Stour, 1810
The Lock, c. 1823-24
Study of Clouds at Hampstead, 1821
Hadleigh Castle, 1829
Branch Hill Pond, Hampstead Heath, 1828
Flatford Lock and Mill, 1812
The Opening of Waterloo Bridge, 1829
Cloud Study, 1822
Dedham Lock and Mill, c. 1820
Hampstead Heath, Looking Towards Harrow, 1821
Rainstorm off the Coast at Brighton, c. 1824-28
Salisbury Cathedral from the Bishop's Grounds, 1820

Selection of Constable images from Kammermusikkammer

Frank Sinatra on Religion

Posted in Philosophy with tags , on September 1, 2014 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

This one has been doing the rounds of atheist media and both Jerry Coyne and Sam Harris have posted it. I’ve never been a fan of Sinatra’s music but he is impressively articulate here and one has to admire his integrity. As he points out at the end of this excerpt, such opinions could have seriously damaged his career at that time.

Playboy: All right, let’s start with the most basic question there is: Are you a religious man? Do you believe in God?

Sinatra: Well, that’ll do for openers. I think I can sum up my religious feelings in a couple of paragraphs. First: I believe in you and me. I’m like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand Russell and Albert Einstein in that I have a respect for life—in any form. I believe in nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky, in everything I can see or that there is real evidence for. If these things are what you mean by God, then I believe in God. But I don’t believe in a personal God to whom I look for comfort or for a natural on the next roll of the dice. I’m not unmindful of man’s seeming need for faith; I’m for anything that gets you through the night, be it prayer, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. But to me religion is a deeply personal thing in which man and God go it alone together, without the witch doctor in the middle. The witch doctor tries to convince us that we have to ask God for help, to spell out to him what we need, even to bribe him with prayer or cash on the line. Well, I believe that God knows what each of us wants and needs. It’s not necessary for us to make it to church on Sunday to reach Him. You can find Him anyplace. And if that sounds heretical, my source is pretty good: Matthew, Five to Seven, The Sermon on the Mount.

Playboy: You haven’t found any answers for yourself in organized religion?

Sinatra: There are things about organized religion which I resent. Christ is revered as the Prince of Peace, but more blood has been shed in His name than any other figure in history. You show me one step forward in the name of religion and I’ll show you a hundred retrogressions. Remember, they were men of God who destroyed the educational treasures at Alexandria, who perpetrated the Inquisition in Spain, who burned the witches at Salem. Over 25,000 organized religions flourish on this planet, but the followers of each think all the others are miserably misguided and probably evil as well. In India they worship white cows, monkeys and a dip in the Ganges. The Moslems accept slavery and prepare for Allah, who promises wine and revirginated women. And witch doctors aren’t just in Africa. If you look in the L.A. papers of a Sunday morning, you’ll see the local variety advertising their wares like suits with two pairs of pants.

Playboy: Hasn’t religious faith just as often served as a civilizing influence?

Sinatra: Remember that leering, cursing lynch mob in Little Rock reviling a meek, innocent little 12-year-old Negro girl as she tried to enroll in public school? Weren’t they—or most of them—devout churchgoers? I detest the two-faced who pretend liberality but are practiced bigots in their own mean little spheres. I didn’t tell my daughter whom to marry, but I’d have broken her back if she had had big eyes for a bigot. As I see it, man is a product of his conditioning, and the social forces which mold his morality and conduct—including racial prejudice—are influenced more by material things like food and economic necessities than by the fear and awe and bigotry generated by the high priests of commercialized superstition. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m for decency—period. I’m for anything and everything that bodes love and consideration for my fellow man. But when lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday—cash me out.

Playboy: But aren’t such spiritual hypocrites in a minority? Aren’t most Americans fairly consistent in their conduct within the precepts of religious doctrine?

Sinatra: I’ve got no quarrel with men of decency at any level. But I can’t believe that decency stems only from religion. And I can’t help wondering how many public figures make avowals of religious faith to maintain an aura of respectability. Our civilization, such as it is, was shaped by religion, and the men who aspire to public office anyplace in the free world must make obeisance to God or risk immediate opprobrium. Our press accurately reflects the religious nature of our society, but you’ll notice that it also carries the articles and advertisements of astrology and hokey Elmer Gantry revivalists. We in America pride ourselves on freedom of the press, but every day I see, and so do you, this kind of dishonesty and distortion not only in this area but in reporting—about guys like me, for instance, which is of minor importance except to me; but also in reporting world news. How can a free people make decisions without facts? If the press reports world news as they report about me, we’re in trouble.

Playboy: Are you saying that…

Sinatra: No, wait, let me finish. Have you thought of the chance I’m taking by speaking out this way? Can you imagine the deluge of crank letters, curses, threats and obscenities I’ll receive after these remarks gain general circulation? Worse, the boycott of my records, my films, maybe a picket line at my opening at the Sands. Why? Because I’ve dared to say that love and decency are not necessarily concomitants of religious fervor.

Young Masters #11

Posted in Music, Photo, Poetry with tags , , on August 29, 2014 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

A beautiful and iconic image of seventeen year old Vladimir Mayakovsky, whose sultry charms remind me of Gram Parsons.


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