My dear friend Evanice Holz continues her rampage through the art world with 3 new interviews featuring phenomenal artists: J.R. Mankoff, Jesse P. Thomas & Tom Gallant. Eva has talent for prying into the nitty gritty of the artist’s psyche which makes for entertaining and insightful interviews and I’m so damn proud of her. Happy reading!
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work is—if you’re old enough to read this you know what work is, although you may not do it. Forget you. This is about waiting, shifting from one foot to another. Feeling the light rain falling like mist into your hair, blurring your vision until you think you see your own brother ahead of you, maybe ten places. You rub your glasses with your fingers, and of course it’s someone else’s brother, narrower across the shoulders than yours but with the same sad slouch, the grin that does not hide the stubbornness, the sad refusal to give in to rain, to the hours of wasted waiting, to the knowledge that somewhere ahead a man is waiting who will say, “No, we’re not hiring today,” for any reason he wants….
Samuel Beckett Playwright, novelist, and Nobel laureate
meets
André the Giant Gargantuan professional wrestling legend
In 1953, fresh off the success of Waiting for Godot, Beckett bought a plot of land near the hamlet of Molien, in the commune of Ussy-sur-Marne, about forty miles northeast of Paris. There he built a cottage for himself with some help from a group of locals, including a Bulgarian-born farmer named Boris Rousimoff. Over the years, Beckett and Rousimoff became friends and would occasionally get together for card games. Rousimoff had a son, André, known as Dédé, who was something of a physical marvel. By the age of 12, André was over six feet tall and weighed 240 pounds. No school bus could hold him, and his family lacked the means to buy a car big enough to schlep him back and forth to school in Ussy-sur-Marne. Enter Boris’ old card-playing buddy Beckett, who owned a truck and was more than willing to pay his friend back for his help with the cottage by giving a lift to his enormous pituitary case of a son on his drives into town. Years later, when recounting his conversations with Beckett (which he did often), André the Giant revealed that they rarely talked about anything besides cricket.
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So how does this work? Does Japan get raptured first? Does Hawaii have to wait a full day to get theirs? Can the inhabitants of Fiji take a small boat ride across the international dateline to Samoa to tack on an extra day to their lives?
Join me in a prayer-circle at Russian Bar tonight.