#joe brainard

[nobrashfestivity]

Joe Brainard, Whippet on a Green Couch (series), 1973 (Whippoorwill)

#joe brainard #dogs

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Joe Brainard - Whippoorwill, 1974

#art #dog #pet #painting #joe brainard #whippoorwill #u

[internationalemeteorologie]

Joe Brainard

Untitled (Whippet on Green Couch), 1973

#joe brainard #painting #animal art #realism #new york school #avant-garde #modern art #american artist #tibor de nagy gallery #everyday pictures #dogs are family

[disease]

JOE BRAINARD / "IF NANCY WAS..." / 1972 [graphite and charcoal on paper | 13 ½ x 10 ⅝"]

#joe brainard #nancy comics #comic art #sketch #70s #monochrome #nancy #contemporary art #american #art #u

[chainsawpunk]

Joe Brainard, Mixed Blueberries, 1972, cut and pasted paper, graphite, colored pencils, watercolor, and gouache on paper, 10 5/8 × 13 3/4 in (27 × 34.9 cm)

#Joe Brainard #a

[grundoonmgnx]

Joe Brainard, Untitled (Nancy Landscape), 1968

Mixed media collage, 8 x 6 in

#joe brainard #ernie bushmiller #nancy #nancy and sluggo

[botticellisniece]

#joe brainard #collage #art

[anslheyy]

the avant-garde

joe brainard

1968

#joe brainard #avant-garde #nancy comics #ernie bushmiller #collage

[serpentinesheldonserpentine]

I may have forgotten Joe Brainard’s birthday (it was the 11th) but man, do I remember.

"I remember globes. Roll down maps. And rubber-tipped wooden stick pointers."

What was it like to grow up in an average white family in post WW2 America?

If you’re like me and you're looking more at 70 (or older) than you are at 50, I Remember will flood you with memories.

Joe Brainard was a very good artist who wrote an extraordinary book. He describes with simple sentences what had been the indescribable, the joys of a true golden age in the United States.

Read and remember.

#Joe Brainard #I Remember

[lclrgsl]

Joe Brainard’s The Nancy Book

#nancy #comics #joe brainard #André breton #nancy comics

[nobrashfestivity]

Joe Brainard, Straw, 1971

#Joe Brainard

[thrupoem]

I Remember - Joe Brainard - 1970

I mentioned that I had not read I remember to a close friend, and in their unrelenting kindness they instantly bought me a copy. I see why now, I will be recommending this book to everyone I meet from now on. I Remember is a truly original book of utter sincerity. I think a lot of poetry gets bogged down with the attempt to reveal a secret, to let a reader into the poet's soft center, but this book actually does it well, it does it in a way that feels vulnerable but creates space between the reader and the poet. Yes it is vulnerable, but it doesn't feel like Brainard is pouring his heart out to the reader, it feels like he is pouring his heart out for the sake of pouring his heart out, for the sake of art. I think poetry has the power to envision a world where every conversation has only the goal of getting to know someone better. I Remember is this world. I don't and will never know Joe Brainard, but I feel I know him a little bit. By reading this book I feel like I know my grandfather a little bit better. Each line of the book starts with two words, 'I remember', and the simplicity of that is just so damn powerful. A list poem that operates in the past, that reveals what one carries with them. The book is both sincere and ironic, tragic and hilarious, deeply unsettling and deeply sexy. The book is a sort of portrait. Every poet should read this book. It is a reminder of where poetry comes from, that soft center, that unrelenting memory.

#book review #bookblr #poetry #joe brainard #i remember

[internationalemeteorologie]

Joe Brainard

Untitled (Still Life). 1968

#joe brainard #still life art #art on paper #watercolor art #new york school #avant garde #modern art #everyday scene #american artist #tibor de nagy gallery #flowers are pretty

[thunderstruck9]

Joe Brainard (American, 1942-1994), Untitled (Flowers), 1972. Graphite and ink on paper, 13.5 x 10.5 in.

#joe brainard #american art #flowers

[sapphireshorelines]

Second of September, I ate the last berry of summer, the sun still dreaming it's July twenty-first

also, I love it so here, and have so little relaxed time to saturate myself with the minor pleasures and daily epiphanies of life that I may just stay at the apartment into the middle of september to cook and read at widener and observe the plethora of vivid details of life which I generally have to ignore for the sake of economy of time

when summer turned to ash / from Ventimiglia to Salerno / and nothing else was left / and we were free / to run away, to play dumb or cry / one September night.

Do not faint in September/ or you will wake up in a dead city

I had a terror—since September—I could tell to none, and so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground—because I am afraid.

Another day; another Friday; another twentieth of March, January, or September. Another general awakening.

•••

Ethan Gilsdorf, The Imprint Of September Second / Joe Brainard, I remember, Three Pansies / Anne Carson, The Glass Essay / Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary / Sylvia Plath, letter to Gordon Lameyer / Robert David Cohen, September / Frank W. Benson, Autumn (1895) / Franco Fortini, One September Night / Anne Sexton, The Sermon of the Twelve Acknowledgement / Emily Dickinson, letter to Thomas Wentworth Higginson / Virginia Woolf, The Waves / Jackson Pollock, Autumn Rhythm (Number 30)

#september #web weaving #ethan gilsdorf #the imprint of September second #joe brainard #i remember #three pansies #anne carson #the glass essay #virginia woolf #a writer's diary #syliva plath #sylvia plath letters #autumn #frank benson #robert david cohen #franco fortini #anne sexton #emily dickinson #emily dickinson letters #the waves #jackson pollock #autumn rhythm #parallels #**

[chainsawpunk]

Joe Brainard, Whippoorwill’s World, 1973, oil on canvas, 9 × 12 in (22.9 × 30.5 cm)

#Joe Brainard #a