Attributed to the Harrow Painter



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2017
98 pages, 5 3/4 x 9 inches
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9781609385415
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9781609385422
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“Meandering around the edges of the beginning of someone’s mid-life, Attributed to the Harrow Painter dips back to lost teenage friends, traumas, accommodations, pleasures and losses and forward as the father of a young child, to the inevitable future. There’s the New York diaspora, and there are the blue jays 
and backyards of skull-fuck cold Kansas. Where are you most alive? Like Dana Ward and Ariana Reines, Nick Twemlow writes brainy poetry that’s as dispersed as real life without losing heart. I found the book very moving, and will read it again.”—Chris Kraus, author, I Love Dick and Summer of Hate 

Attributed to the Harrow Painter reckons with fatherhood, the violence of nostalgia, poetry, and the commodity world of visual art as the poems here frantically cycle through responses to the speaker’s son’s remark on a painting by Julian Schnabel that it “looks like garbage.” What does it mean to be a minor artist, the poems wonder, like the Greek pot painter named in the book’s title, who is described by one critic as “indeed a minor talent, not withstanding the undeniable charm of some of his works”? What structures must be destroyed to clear the way for all the “minor” voices that litter the discourse of Western civilization? This is a mangled, tattered guide to transcendence through art in an age when such a thing seems nearly impossible. 

Excerpt: 

from 
“Looking at Schnabel’s The Death of Fashion with my son”

 

Sacha looks at

The Death of Fashion

Hanging against this

Well-lit wall &

Says,“This looks like

Garbage.” The only word

That matches his mouth

Is the end of everything. No one goes out

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