Archaeologists Discover the World’s First “Art Studio” Created in an Ethiopian Cave 43,000 Years Ago

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If you want to see where art began, go to a cave. Not just any cave, but not just one cave either. You’ll find the best-known cave paint­ings at Las­caux, an area of south­west­ern France with a cave com­plex whose walls fea­ture over 600 images of ani­mals, humans, and sym­bols, all of them more than 17,000 years old, but oth­er caves else­where in the world reveal oth­er chap­ters of art’s ear­ly his­to­ry. Some of those chap­ters have only just come into leg­i­bil­i­ty, as in the case of the cave near the Ethiopi­an city of Dire Dawa recent­ly deter­mined to be the world’s old­est “art stu­dio.”

“The Porc-Epic cave was dis­cov­ered by Pierre Teil­hard de Chardin and Hen­ry de Mon­freid in 1929 and thought to date to about 43,000 to 42,000 years ago, dur­ing the Mid­dle Stone Age,” writes Sarah Cas­cone at Art­net.

There, archae­ol­o­gists have found “a stash of 4213 pieces, or near­ly 90 pounds, of ochre, the largest such col­lec­tion ever dis­cov­ered at a pre­his­toric site in East Africa.” The “ancient vis­i­tors to the site processed the iron-rich ochre stones there by flak­ing and grind­ing the raw mate­ri­als to pro­duce a fine-grained and bright red pow­der,” a sub­stance use­ful for “sym­bol­ic activ­i­ties, such as body paint­ing, the pro­duc­tion of pat­terns on dif­fer­ent media, or for sig­nalling.”

In oth­er words, those who used this ochre-rich cave over its 4,500 years of ser­vice used it to pro­duce their tools, which func­tioned like pro­to-stamps and crayons. You can read about these find­ings in much more detail in the paper “Pat­terns of change and con­ti­nu­ity in ochre use dur­ing the late Mid­dle Stone Age (MSA) of the Horn of Africa: The Porc-Epic Cave record” by Daniela Euge­nia Rosso of the Uni­ver­si­ty of Barcelona and Francesco d’Errico and Alain Quef­f­elec of the Uni­ver­si­ty of Bor­deaux. In it, the authors “iden­ti­fy pat­terns of con­ti­nu­ity in ochre acqui­si­tion, treat­ment and use reflect­ing both per­sis­tent use of the same geo­log­i­cal resources and sim­i­lar uses of iron-rich rocks by late MSA Porc-Epic inhab­i­tants.”

The Ethiopi­an site con­tains so much ochre, in fact, that “this con­ti­nu­ity can be inter­pret­ed as the expres­sion of a cohe­sive cul­tur­al adap­ta­tion, large­ly shared by all com­mu­ni­ty mem­bers and con­sis­tent­ly trans­mit­ted through time.” The more evi­dence sites like the Porc-Epic cave pro­vide, the greater the lev­el of detail in which we’ll be able to piece togeth­er the sto­ry of not just art, but cul­ture itself. Cul­ture, as Bri­an Eno so neat­ly defined it, is every­thing you don’t have to do, and though draw­ing in ochre might well have proven use­ful for the pre­his­toric inhab­i­tants of mod­ern-day Ethiopia, one of them had to give it a try before it had any acknowl­edged pur­pose. Lit­tle could they have imag­ined what that action would lead to over the next few tens of thou­sands of years.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Was a 32,000-Year-Old Cave Paint­ing the Ear­li­est Form of Cin­e­ma?

We Were Wan­der­ers on a Pre­his­toric Earth: A Short Film Inspired by Joseph Con­rad

Hear the World’s Old­est Instru­ment, the “Nean­derthal Flute,” Dat­ing Back Over 43,000 Years

Based in Seoul, Col­in Mar­shall writes and broad­casts on cities and cul­ture. He’s at work on the book The State­less City: a Walk through 21st-Cen­tu­ry Los Ange­les, the video series The City in Cin­e­ma, the crowd­fund­ed jour­nal­ism project Where Is the City of the Future?, and the Los Ange­les Review of Books’ Korea Blog. Fol­low him on Twit­ter at @colinmarshall or on Face­book.

Wes Anderson Names 12 of His Favorite Art Films

Image by Raf­fi Asdouri­an, via Wiki­me­dia Com­mons

Asked to list their favorite films of all times, most direc­tors tend towards the canon. And why not? 8 1/2–loved by Scors­ese and Lynch and many others–is an indis­putable mas­ter­piece, for exam­ple. So is The God­fa­ther, Rashomon, Ver­ti­go, and any num­ber of movies that make top film lists over and over. The point is, most of the time, these lists are samey.

That’s why this list from Wes Ander­son is a hoot. Here he’s not asked to list his favorites of all time, but rather to cre­ate a Top 10 list of Cri­te­ri­on titles. Yet here’s his M.O.: “I thought my take on a top-ten list might be to sim­ply quote myself from the brief fan let­ters I peri­od­i­cal­ly write to the Cri­te­ri­on Col­lec­tion team,” he says.

A lot of these films are rar­i­ties, and Ander­son admits he’s only just seen some of them for the first time. Mar­tin Ritt’s The Spy Who Came in from the Cold is one. Rober­to Rossellini’s The Tak­ing of Pow­er by Louis XIV is anoth­er. Of the lat­ter, he says, “This is a won­der­ful and very strange movie. I had nev­er heard of it. The man who plays Louis can­not give a con­vinc­ing line read­ing, even to the ears of some­one who can’t speak French—and yet he is fas­ci­nat­ing.”

Anderson’s com­ments are often ques­tions, not defin­i­tive state­ments. Like us, he is just as mys­ti­fied by a film, and that feel­ing is prob­a­bly why he likes them in the first place.

Of that Rosselli­ni film he won­ders “What does good act­ing actu­al­ly mean?” And of Claude Sautet’s Classe tous risques he asks, “Who is our Lino Ven­tu­ra?” refer­ring to the Ital­ian-born French actor who was once described as “The French John Wayne.” (So, the real ques­tion is this: who is our mod­ern day John Wayne?)

We’ll leave the rest for you to read, but for a direc­tor so invest­ed in arti­fice and nos­tal­gia it was a sur­prise to hear how much he loves sur­re­al­ist Luis Buñuel:

“He is my hero. Mike Nichols said in the news­pa­per he thinks of Buñuel every day, which I believe I do, too, or at least every oth­er.”

Wes Ander­son­’s Cri­te­ri­on Col­lec­tion Top 10

1. The Ear­rings of Madame de… (dir. Max Ophuls)
2. Au hasard Balt­haz­ar (dir. Robert Bres­son)
3.Pigs and Battleships/The Insect Woman/Intentions of Mur­der (dir. Shohei Ima­mu­ra)
4. The Tak­ing of Pow­er by Louis XIV (dir. Rober­to Rosselli­ni)
5. The Spy Who Came in from the Cold (dir. Mar­tin Ritt)
6. The Friends of Eddie Coyle (dir. Peter Yates)
7. Classe tous risques (dir. Claude Sautet)
8. L’enfance nue (dir. Mau­rice Pialat)
9. Mishi­ma: A Life in Four Chap­ters (dir. Paul Schrad­er)
10. The Exter­mi­nat­ing Angel (dir. Luis Buñuel)

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Watch Wes Anderson’s Charm­ing New Short Film, Castel­lo Cav­al­can­ti, Star­ring Jason Schwartz­man

Wes Ander­son from Above. Quentin Taran­ti­no From Below.

Stan­ley Kubrick’s List of Top 10 Films: The First and Only List He Ever Cre­at­ed

Wes Ander­son & Yasu­jiro Ozu: New Video Essay Reveals the Unex­pect­ed Par­al­lels Between Two Great Film­mak­ers

Ted Mills is a free­lance writer on the arts who cur­rent­ly hosts the artist inter­view-based FunkZone Pod­cast and is the pro­duc­er of KCR­W’s Curi­ous Coast. You can also fol­low him on Twit­ter at @tedmills, read his oth­er arts writ­ing at tedmills.com and/or watch his films here.

How Insomnia Shaped Franz Kafka’s Creative Process and the Writing of The Metamorphosis: A New Study Published in The Lancet

What­ev­er else we take from it, Franz Kafka’s night­mar­ish fable The Meta­mor­pho­sis offers read­ers an espe­cial­ly anguished alle­go­ry on trou­bled sleep. Filled with ref­er­ences to sleep, dreams, and beds, the sto­ry begins when Gre­gor Sam­sa awak­ens to find him­self (in David Wylie’s trans­la­tion) “trans­formed in his bed into a hor­ri­ble ver­min.” After sev­er­al des­per­ate attempts to roll off his back, Gre­gor begins to ago­nize, of all things, over his stress­ful work­ing hours: “’Get­ting up ear­ly all the time,’ he thought, ‘it makes you stu­pid. You’ve got to get enough sleep.” Real­iz­ing that he has over­slept and missed his five o’clock train, he ago­nizes anew over the fran­tic work­day ahead, and we can hear in his thoughts the com­plaints of their author. “Sleep and lack there­of,” writes The Independent’s Christo­pher Hooten, “is of course a cen­tral theme in Kafka’s best known work…. It seems there was a strong dose of auto­bi­og­ra­phy at play.”

Chron­i­cal­ly insom­ni­ac, Kaf­ka wrote at night, then rose ear­ly each morn­ing for his hat­ed job at an insur­ance office. Though he made good use of rest­less­ness, Kaf­ka char­ac­ter­ized his insom­nia as much more than an incon­ve­nient phys­i­cal ail­ment. He thought of it in meta­phys­i­cal terms, as a kind of soul-sick­ness. “Sleep,” he wrote in his diaries, “is the most inno­cent crea­ture there is and sleep­less man the most guilty.”

Insom­nia trans­formed Kaf­ka into an unclean thing, quiv­er­ing in fear of death. “Per­haps I am afraid that the soul, which in sleep leaves me, will not be able to return,” he con­fessed in a let­ter to Ger­man writer Mile­na Jesen­ská. Anx­ious expres­sions like this, writes There­sa Fish­er, have led researchers to “spec­u­late that Kafka’s patho­log­i­cal traits… indi­cate bor­der­line per­son­al­i­ty dis­or­der.” This posthu­mous diag­no­sis may be a leap too far. “Unearthing his insom­nia, how­ev­er,” and its effects on his life and work, “requires less spec­u­la­tion.”

Kafka’s descrip­tions of his anx­ious insom­ni­ac writ­ing habits have led Ital­ian doc­tor Anto­nio Per­ci­ac­cante and his wife and co-author Alessia Coral­li to argue in a recent paper pub­lished in The Lancet that the writer com­posed much of his fic­tion in a state of some­thing like lucid dream­ing. In one diary entry, Kaf­ka writes, “it was the pow­er of my dreams, shin­ing forth into wake­ful­ness even before I fall asleep, which did not let me sleep.” Per­ci­ac­cante and Coral­li note that “this seems to be a clear descrip­tion of a hyp­n­a­gog­ic hal­lu­ci­na­tion, a vivid visu­al hal­lu­ci­na­tion expe­ri­enced just before the sleep onset.” It’s some­thing we’ve all expe­ri­enced. Kaf­ka, fear­ing sleep, stayed there as long as he could. Lest we think of his writ­ing as ther­a­peu­tic in some way, he gives no indi­ca­tion that it was so. Indeed, it seems that writ­ing intro­duced more pain: “When I don’t write,” he told Jesen­ská, “I am mere­ly tired, sad, heavy; when I do write, I am torn by fear and anx­i­ety.”

Kaf­ka made many sim­i­lar state­ments about sleep depri­va­tion bring­ing him to “a depth almost inac­ces­si­ble at nor­mal con­di­tions.” The visions he encoun­tered, he wrote, “shape them­selves into lit­er­a­ture.” Through sur­vey­ing the lit­er­a­ture, biogra­phies, inter­pre­ta­tions, and the author’s diaries and let­ters to Jesen­ská and Felice Bauer, Per­ci­ac­cante and Coral­li pieced togeth­er a “psy­chophys­i­o­log­i­cal” account of Kafka’s dream log­ic. As Per­ci­ac­cante told Research­Gate in an inter­view, his study con­cerned itself less with the caus­es of Kafka’s sleep­less­ness. He admits “it’s dif­fi­cult to clas­si­fy Kafka’s insom­nia.” Instead the authors con­cerned them­selves with the effects of remain­ing in a hyp­n­a­gog­ic state (a word, notes Drake Baer, that ety­mo­log­i­cal­ly means “being abduct­ed into sleep”), as well as Kafka’s aware­ness of his insomnia’s mag­i­cal and debil­i­tat­ing pow­er.

Meta­mor­pho­sis, says Per­ci­ac­cante, in addi­tion to a work about social and famil­ial alien­ation, “may also rep­re­sent a metaphor for the neg­a­tive effects that poor qual­i­ty sleep, short sleep dura­tion, and insom­nia may have on men­tal and phys­i­cal health.” Had Kaf­ka over­come his mal­a­dy, he may nev­er have writ­ten his best-known work. Indeed, he may not have writ­ten at all. “Per­haps there are oth­er forms of writ­ing,” he told Max Brod in 1922, “but I know only this kind, when fear keeps me from sleep­ing, I know only this kind.” Per­ci­ac­cante and Coral­li see Kafka’s insom­ni­ac tor­ment as a pri­ma­ry theme in his work, but two dis­sent­ing voic­es, writer Saudami­ni Deo and foren­sic doc­tor and anthro­pol­o­gist Philippe Char­li­er, dis­agree. Writ­ing into The Lancet to express their view, they assert that despite Kafka’s per­sis­tent laments and the squirmy fate of the auto­bi­o­graph­i­cal Gre­gor Sam­sa, the writer’s “insom­nia was not at all dehu­man­iz­ing… but the exact opposite—ie, human­iz­ing the self by bring­ing to sur­face ele­ments of uncon­scious that guide most actions of our wak­ing life.”

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Franz Kaf­ka Ago­nized, Too, Over Writer’s Block: “Tried to Write, Vir­tu­al­ly Use­less;” “Com­plete Stand­still. Unend­ing Tor­ments” (1915)

Franz Kafka’s Kafkaesque Love Let­ters

How a Good Night’s Sleep — and a Bad Night’s Sleep — Can Enhance Your Cre­ativ­i­ty

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

Interactive Periodic Table of Elements Shows How the Elements Actually Get Used in Making Everyday Things

Kei­th Enevold­sen, a soft­ware engi­neer at Boe­ing, has cre­at­ed an Inter­ac­tive Peri­od­ic Table of Ele­ments. As you might expect, the table shows the name, sym­bol, and atom­ic num­ber of each ele­ment. But even bet­ter, it illus­trates the main way in which we use, or come into con­tact with, each ele­ment in every­day life. For exam­ple, Cad­mi­um you will find in bat­ter­ies, yel­low paints, and fire sprin­klers. Argon you’ll encounter in light bulbs and neon tubes. And Boron in soaps, semi­con­duc­tors and sports equip­ment.

The Inter­ac­tive Peri­od­ic Table of Ele­ments (click here to access it) is a handy tool for chem­istry teach­ers and stu­dents, but also for any­one inter­est­ed in how the ele­ments make a chem­i­cal con­tri­bu­tion to our world. Also worth not­ing: Enevold­sen has released his Inter­ac­tive Table under a Cre­ative Com­mons Attri­bu­tion-Share­Alike 4.0 Inter­na­tion­al License.

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Relat­ed Con­tent:

The Peri­od­ic Table of Ele­ments Scaled to Show The Ele­ments’ Actu­al Abun­dance on Earth

Peri­od­ic Table Bat­tle­ship!: A Fun Way To Learn the Ele­ments

“The Peri­od­ic Table Table” — All The Ele­ments in Hand-Carved Wood

World’s Small­est Peri­od­ic Table on a Human Hair

“The Peri­od­ic Table of Sto­ry­telling” Reveals the Ele­ments of Telling a Good Sto­ry

Chem­istry on YouTube: “Peri­od­ic Table of Videos” Wins SPORE Prize

Free Online Chem­istry Cours­es

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Infinite Escher: A High-Tech Tribute to M.C. Escher, Featuring Sean Lennon, Nam June Paik & Ryuichi Sakamoto (1990)

When tele­vi­sion appeared in Japan in the 1950s, most peo­ple in that still-poor coun­try could only sat­is­fy their curios­i­ty about it by watch­ing the dis­play mod­els in store win­dows. But by the 1980s, the Japan­ese had become not just aston­ish­ing­ly rich but world lead­ers in tech­nol­o­gy as well. It took some­thing spe­cial to make Toky­oites stop on the streets of Aki­habara, the city’s go-to dis­trict for high tech­nol­o­gy, but stop they did in 1990 when, in the win­dows of Sony Town, appeared Infi­nite Esch­er.

Pro­duced by Sony HDVS Soft Cen­ter as a show­case for the com­pa­ny’s brand new high-def­i­n­i­tion video tech­nol­o­gy, this short film caused passers­by, accord­ing to the video descrip­tion, to “gasp in amaze­ment at the clar­i­ty and sharp crisp focus of the pic­ture.”

Run­ning sev­en and a half min­utes, it tells the sto­ry of a bespec­ta­cled New York City teenag­er (played by a young Sean Lennon, son of John Lennon and Yoko Ono) who steps off the school bus one after­noon to find M.C. Esch­er-style visu­al motifs in the urban land­scape all around him: a jig­saw puz­zle piece-shaped curb­side pud­dle, a trans­par­ent geo­met­ri­cal­ly pat­terned bas­ket­ball.

When he goes home to sketch a few artis­tic-math­e­mat­i­cal ideas of his own, he looks into an awful­ly famil­iar-look­ing reflect­ing sphere and gets sucked into a com­plete­ly Escher­ian realm. This sequence demon­strates not just the look of Sony’s high-def­i­n­i­tion video, but the then-state-of-the-art tech­niques for drop­ping real-life char­ac­ters into com­put­er-gen­er­at­ed set­tings and vice ver­sa. In addi­tion to the visions of the Dutch graph­ic design­er who not just imag­ined but ren­dered the impos­si­ble, Sony also brought in two of the oth­er pow­er­ful cre­ative minds, Japan­ese musi­cian Ryuichi Sakamo­to to cre­ate the score and Kore­an video artist Nam June Paik to do the art direc­tion.

Watch­ing Infi­nite Esch­er today may first under­score just how far high-def­i­n­i­tion video and com­put­er graph­ics have come over the past 27 years, but it ulti­mate­ly shows anoth­er exam­ple of how Escher’s visions, even after the artist’s death in 1972, have remained so com­pelling that each era — with its own tech­no­log­i­cal, cul­tur­al, and aes­thet­ic trends — pays its own kind of trib­ute to them.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Watch M.C. Esch­er Make His Final Artis­tic Cre­ation in the 1971 Doc­u­men­tary Adven­tures in Per­cep­tion

Meta­mor­phose: 1999 Doc­u­men­tary Reveals the Life and Work of Artist M.C. Esch­er

Inspi­ra­tions: A Short Film Cel­e­brat­ing the Math­e­mat­i­cal Art of M.C. Esch­er

David Bowie Sings in a Won­der­ful M.C. Esch­er-Inspired Set in Jim Henson’s Labyrinth

Good Morn­ing, Mr. Orwell: Nam June Paik’s Avant-Garde New Year’s Cel­e­bra­tion with Lau­rie Ander­son, John Cage, Peter Gabriel & More

62 Psy­che­del­ic Clas­sics: A Free Playlist Cre­at­ed by Sean Lennon

Based in Seoul, Col­in Mar­shall writes and broad­casts on cities and cul­ture. He’s at work on the book The State­less City: a Walk through 21st-Cen­tu­ry Los Ange­les, the video series The City in Cin­e­ma, the crowd­fund­ed jour­nal­ism project Where Is the City of the Future?, and the Los Ange­les Review of Books’ Korea Blog. Fol­low him on Twit­ter at @colinmarshall or on Face­book.

An Archive of Iconic Photos from the Golden Age of Jazz: William Gottlieb’s Portraits of Dizzy, Thelonious, Billie, Satchmo & More

If you’ve seen the most famous pho­tographs of Bil­lie Hol­i­day, Dizzy Gille­spie, Thelo­nious Monk, Frank Sina­tra, Djan­go Rein­hardt, or near­ly any oth­er jazz leg­end from the mid-20th cen­tu­ry, you’ve seen the work of William P. Got­tlieb. His pho­tos have graced many a clas­sic album cov­er, mag­a­zine spread, and poster. “Between 1938 and 1948,” writes Maria Popo­va, Got­tlieb “doc­u­ment­ed the jazz scene in New York City and Wash­ing­ton, D.C., and cre­at­ed what even­tu­al­ly became some of history’s most icon­ic por­traits of jazz greats.” He ini­tial­ly did so as a self-taught ama­teur, a jazz colum­nist whose pho­tog­ra­phy was “an after­thought,” notes Gottlieb’s 2006 Wash­ing­ton Post obit­u­ary,” mere visu­al accom­pa­ni­ment to his reg­u­lar work.”

As Got­tlieb once told The New York Times, “I got into pho­tog­ra­phy because The Post was stingy and wouldn’t pay pho­tog­ra­phers to cov­er my 11 o’clock con­certs.” But he devel­oped an unde­ni­ably keen eye for per­for­mance.

What’s more, his work is deeply informed by affec­tion and empa­thy. Got­tlieb was an artist who had warm rela­tion­ships with his sub­jects. He took the pho­to at the top, per­haps the most famous image of Bil­lie Hol­i­day, in 1947, when the singer “was at her peak,” he wrote, “musi­cal­ly and physically”—two years clean and sober after her time in a fed­er­al prison.

“Regret­tably,” he writes, “Bil­lie regressed.” Got­tlieb tells the heart­break­ing sto­ry of the last time he went to see her. The “audi­ence wait­ed… and wait­ed.” The pho­tog­ra­ph­er, “play­ing a hunch,” went back­stage to find her “pret­ty much ‘out of it.’”

I helped her fin­ish dress­ing, then led her to the micro­phone. She looked hor­ri­ble. She sound­ed worse. I replaced my note­book in my pock­et, put a lens cap on my cam­era, and walked away, choos­ing to remem­ber this remark­able woman as she once was.

Most of Gottlieb’s sto­ries are not near­ly so trag­ic. Take his last run-in with Louis Arm­strong, at their den­tist office’s wait­ing room. “After small talk,” he wrote, “Satch­mo looked me over, decid­ing I, too, had been gain­ing weight. He reached into his jack­et pock­et, pulled out a print­ed diet (that he kept for friends-in-need), and hand­ed me a copy. ‘Pops,’ he said, ‘try this.’ I quick­ly not­ed that it fea­tured Plu­to Water [a lax­a­tive]. But I thanked him, any­way.”

Got­tlieb retired from pho­tog­ra­phy and jazz writ­ing in the fifties and made a career as a children’s book author and edu­ca­tion­al film pro­duc­er. In 1979, he pub­lished 219 of his best pho­tographs in a book called The Gold­en Age of Jazz, and in 2010, much of Gottlieb’s work entered the pub­lic domain, accord­ing to The Library of Con­gress (LOC). You can see hun­dreds of his photographs—famous images like those of Sarah Vaugh­an, fur­ther up, Thelo­nious Monk, above, Bud­dy Rich, below, and so many more—at the Library of Congress’s online William P. Got­tlieb Col­lec­tion. The LOC describes the col­lec­tion thus:

The online col­lec­tion pro­vides access to dig­i­tal images of all six­teen hun­dred neg­a­tives and trans­paren­cies, approx­i­mate­ly one hun­dred anno­tat­ed con­tact prints, and over two hun­dred select­ed pho­to­graph­ic prints that show Got­tlieb’s crop­ping, burn­ing, and dodg­ing pref­er­ences. One can fol­low the artist’s work process by exam­in­ing first a raw neg­a­tive, then an anno­tat­ed con­tact print, and final­ly a fin­ished, pub­lished prod­uct. The Web site also includes dig­i­tal images of Down Beat mag­a­zine arti­cles in which Got­tlieb’s pho­tographs were first pub­lished. Oth­er spe­cial fea­tures of the online pre­sen­ta­tion are audio clips of Got­tlieb dis­cussing spe­cif­ic pho­tographs, arti­cles about the col­lec­tion from Civ­i­liza­tion mag­a­zine and the Library of Con­gress Infor­ma­tion Bul­letin, an essay describ­ing Got­tlieb’s life and work, and a “Got­tlieb on Assign­ment” sec­tion that show­cas­es Down Beat arti­cles about Thelo­nious Monk, Dar­d­anelle, Willie “the Lion” Smith, and Bud­dy Rich.

You can also down­load high res­o­lu­tion ver­sions of near­ly every image in the archive. (To pur­chase prints, see Got­tlieb’s online gallery, Jazz Pho­tos.) There may be no bet­ter way, short of actu­al­ly being there and meet­ing the stars, to wit­ness the gold­en age of jazz than through the eyes and ears of such a sym­pa­thet­ic observ­er as William P. Got­tlieb. Enter the col­lec­tion here.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Hear 2,000 Record­ings of the Most Essen­tial Jazz Songs: A Huge Playlist for Your Jazz Edu­ca­tion

Stan­ley Kubrick’s Jazz Pho­tog­ra­phy and The Film He Almost Made About Jazz Under Nazi Rule

How “America’s First Drug Czar” Waged War Against Bil­lie Hol­i­day and Oth­er Jazz Leg­ends

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

Hunter S. Thompson Chillingly Predicts the Future, Telling Studs Terkel About the Coming Revenge of the Economically & Technologically “Obsolete” (1967)

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Half a cen­tu­ry ago, Hunter S. Thomp­son got his big jour­nal­is­tic break with a book called Hel­l’s Angels: The Strange and Ter­ri­ble Saga of the Out­law Motor­cy­cle Gangs. In it he pro­vid­ed a curi­ous and fear­ful pub­lic with a look into the inner work­ings of one of the most out­ward­ly men­ac­ing social move­ments of the day, based on knowl­edge gained not by mere­ly observ­ing the Hel­l’s Angels but by get­ting on a hog and spend­ing a year as a qua­si-mem­ber him­self. This gave him oppor­tu­ni­ty both to devel­op what would become his style of “gonzo jour­nal­ism” in the long form and to catch an ear­ly glimpse of big­ger trou­ble ahead in Amer­i­ca.

“To see the Hell’s Angels as care­tak­ers of the old ‘indi­vid­u­al­ist’ tra­di­tion ‘that made this coun­try great’ is only a pain­less way to get around see­ing them for what they real­ly are,” Thomp­son writes in that book, call­ing them “the first wave of a future that noth­ing in our his­to­ry has pre­pared us to cope with. The Angels are pro­to­types. Their lack of edu­ca­tion has not only ren­dered them com­plete­ly use­less in a high­ly tech­ni­cal econ­o­my, but it has also giv­en them the leisure to cul­ti­vate a pow­er­ful resent­ment… and to trans­late it into a destruc­tive cult which the mass media insists on por­tray­ing as a sort of iso­lat­ed odd­i­ty” des­tined for extinc­tion.

Studs Terkel, after read­ing that pas­sage out loud in a 1967 inter­view with Thomp­son (stream it online here), calls it “the key” to the entire book. “Here we have tech­nol­o­gy, we have the com­put­er, we have labor-sav­ing devices,” he says to Thomp­son, but we also “have the need for more and more col­lege edu­ca­tion for almost any kind of job, and we have this tremen­dous mass of young who find them­selves obso­lete.” But Thomp­son replies that the real con­se­quences have only start­ed to man­i­fest: “The peo­ple who are being left out and put behind won’t be obvi­ous for years. Christ only knows what’ll hap­pen in, say, 1985 — a mil­lion Hel­l’s Angels. They won’t be wear­ing the col­ors; they’ll be peo­ple who are just look­ing for vengeance because they’ve been left behind.”

The Angels, wrote Susan McWilliams in a much-cir­cu­lat­ed Nation piece late last year, “were clunky and out­classed and scorned, just like the Harley-David­sons they chose to dri­ve.” And “just as there was no ratio­nal way to defend Harleys against for­eign-made chop­pers, the Angels saw no ratio­nal grounds on which to defend their own skills or loy­al­ties against the emerg­ing new world order of the late 20th cen­tu­ry.” The result? An “eth­ic of total retal­i­a­tion. The Angels, rather than grace­ful­ly accept­ing their place as losers in an increas­ing­ly tech­ni­cal, intel­lec­tu­al, glob­al, inclu­sive, pro­gres­sive Amer­i­can soci­ety, stuck up their fin­gers at the whole enter­prise. If you can’t win, you can at least scare the bejeesus out of the guy wear­ing the medal.”

Six years lat­er, Terkel invit­ed Thomp­son back into his stu­dio for anoth­er inter­view (click here to lis­ten) that fol­lowed straight on from the first. Osten­si­bly there to talk about Thomp­son’s book Fear and Loathing on the Cam­paign Trail ’72 (which fol­lowed his best-known work, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas), the two, hav­ing cracked open a beer, get into what the Studs Terkel Radio Archive blog describes as “the sense of sur­re­al­ism in ‘real’ life,” which becomes “a very seri­ous con­ver­sa­tion about the direc­tion in which our coun­try was head­ing. After Thomp­son recount­ed his expe­ri­ence of talk­ing to Richard Nixon about foot­ball” — the only sub­ject per­mit­ted — “Studs responds, ‘Isn’t this what we’re faced with now? … That fan­ta­sy and fact become one.’ ”

What’s a reporter to do in such an envi­ron­ment? Terkel seems to see in Thomp­son the per­fect kind of “sub­jec­tive” jour­nal­ist, one “who can make lit­er­al what is psy­chic in our lives,” for a time that has lost its own objec­tiv­i­ty. “Has there ever been any such thing as objec­tive jour­nal­ism?” he asks. “It’s prob­a­bly the high­est kind of jour­nal­ism, if you can do it.” Thomp­son replies. “Nobody I know has ever done it, and I don’t have time to learn it.” But the dis­tinc­tive suite of jour­nal­is­tic skills he did pos­sess primed him to per­ceive cer­tain real­i­ties — and per­ceive them with a dis­tinc­tive vivid­ness — that have only become more real in the decades since. What, for instance, did he learn from cov­er­ing the 1972 pres­i­den­tial cam­paign? “Pow­er cor­rupts… but it’s also a fan­tas­tic high.”

Relat­ed Con­tent:

New Ani­ma­tion: Hunter S. Thomp­son Talks with Studs Terkel About the Hell’s Angels & The Out­law Life

Hunter S. Thomp­son Gets Con­front­ed by The Hell’s Angels: Where’s Our Two Kegs of Beer? (1967)

Hunter S. Thompson’s Con­spir­a­to­r­i­al 9/11 Inter­view: “The Pub­lic Ver­sion of the News is Nev­er Real­ly What Hap­pened”

Hunter S. Thomp­son Gets in a Gun­fight with His Neigh­bor & Dis­pens­es Polit­i­cal Wis­dom: “In a Democ­ra­cy, You Have to Be a Play­er”

Read 18 Lost Sto­ries From Hunter S. Thompson’s For­got­ten Stint As a For­eign Cor­re­spon­dent

Read 11 Free Arti­cles by Hunter S. Thomp­son That Span His Gonzo Jour­nal­ist Career (1965–2005)

Based in Seoul, Col­in Mar­shall writes and broad­casts on cities and cul­ture. He’s at work on the book The State­less City: a Walk through 21st-Cen­tu­ry Los Ange­les, the video series The City in Cin­e­ma, the crowd­fund­ed jour­nal­ism project Where Is the City of the Future?, and the Los Ange­les Review of Books’ Korea Blog. Fol­low him on Twit­ter at @colinmarshall or on Face­book.

Historical Plaque Memorializes the Time Jack Kerouac & William S. Burroughs Came to Blows Over the Oxford Comma (Or Not)

Maybe it doesn’t take much to get a gram­mar nerd in a state of agi­ta­tion, or even, per­haps, vio­lent rage. While I gen­er­al­ly avoid the term “gram­mar nazi,” it does blunt­ly con­vey the severe intol­er­ance of cer­tain gram­mar­i­ans. One of the most pop­u­lar recent books on gram­mar, Lynn Truss’s Eats, Shoots & Leaves, announces itself in its sub­ti­tle as a “Zero Tol­er­ance Approach to Punc­tu­a­tion.” And sure enough, the main title of the enter­tain­ing guide comes from a vio­lent joke, in which a pan­da enters a bar, eats a sand­wich, then shoots up the joint. Asked why, he tells the bar­tender to look up “pan­da” in the dic­tio­nary: “Pan­da. Large black-and-white bear-like mam­mal, native to Chi­na. Eats, shoots and leaves.”

Truss’s exam­ple illus­trates not a gram­mat­i­cal point of con­tention, but a mis­take, a mis­placed com­ma that com­plete­ly changes the mean­ing of a sen­tence. But we might refer to many tech­ni­cal­ly cor­rect exam­ples involv­ing the absence of the Oxford com­ma, the final com­ma in a series that sets off the last item.

Many peo­ple have argued, with par­tic­u­lar vehe­mence, that the “and” at the end of a series sat­is­fies the comma’s func­tion. No, say oth­er strict gram­mar­i­ans, who point to the con­fus­ing ambi­gu­i­ty between, say, “I went to din­ner with my sis­ter, my wife, and my friend” and “I went to din­ner with my sis­ter, my wife and my friend.” We could adduce many more poten­tial­ly embar­rass­ing exam­ples.

The Oxford com­ma is so con­tentious a gram­mat­i­cal issue that it sup­pos­ed­ly pro­voked a drunk­en fist­fight between Beat writ­ers Jack Ker­ouac and William S. Bur­roughs. At least, that is, accord­ing to a plaque at Mill No. 5 in Low­ell, Mass­a­chu­setts, a his­toric tex­tile mill built in 1873 and since revi­tal­ized into a per­for­mance space with shops and a farmer’s mar­ket. “On this site on August 15, 1968,” the plaque reads, Ker­ouac and Bur­roughs “came to blows over a dis­agree­ment regard­ing the Oxford com­ma. The event is memo­ri­al­ized in Kerouac’s ‘Doc­tor Sax’ and in the inci­dent report filed by the Low­ell Police Depart­ment.” The next line should give us a clue as to how seri­ous­ly we should take this his­tor­i­cal tid­bit: “Accord­ing to eye­wit­ness­es, Bur­roughs cor­rect­ed the spelling and gram­mar of the police report.”

The plaque is a hoax, the fight nev­er hap­pened. (And it is one of many such joke his­tor­i­cal mark­ers at the mill.) Doc­tor Sax was writ­ten nine years ear­li­er, in 1959, and Ker­ouac and Bur­roughs hadn’t even met at the time of that novel’s events. But it’s a great sto­ry. “We imag­ine Bur­roughs grab­bing the policemen’s pen,” writes Alex­is Madri­gal at The Atlantic, “lucid as a shaman, and then plop­ping onto the grass, out cold.” (The Anarchist’s Guide to His­toric House Muse­ums calls the spu­ri­ous plaque “an act of his­toric van­dal­ism.”) We like the sto­ry not only because it’s a juicy bit of lore involv­ing two leg­endary writ­ers, but also because the Oxford com­ma, for what­ev­er rea­son, is such a weird­ly inflam­ma­to­ry issue. The TED-Ed video above calls it “Grammar’s great divide.” (The com­ma acquired its name, points out Men­tal Floss, “because the Oxford Uni­ver­si­ty Press style guide­lines require it.”)

If it isn’t already evi­dent, I seri­ous­ly favor the Oxford com­ma, per­haps enough to defend it in pitched bat­tle. But if you need con­vinc­ing by gen­tler means, you might heed the wis­dom of The New York­er’s res­i­dent “com­ma queen,” who, in the video above, serves up anoth­er humor­ous instance of a ser­i­al com­ma faux pas involv­ing strip­pers, JFK, and Stal­in (or “the strip­pers, JFK and Stal­in”). For a much more seri­ous Oxford com­ma ker­fuf­fle, we might refer to a class action law­suit involv­ing over­time pay for truck­ers, a case that “hinged entire­ly” on the ser­i­al com­ma, “a debate that has bit­ter­ly divid­ed friends, fam­i­lies and foes,” writes Daniel Vic­tor at The New York Times, in a sen­tence that puck­ish­ly, or con­trar­i­ly, leaves out the last com­ma, and sets the gram­mar intol­er­ant among us grind­ing our teeth. But the Oxford com­ma is no joke. Its lack may cost Maine com­pa­ny Oakhurst mil­lions of dol­lars, or their employ­ees mil­lions in pay. “The debate over com­mas is often a pret­ty incon­se­quen­tial one,” writes Vic­tor. Until it isn’t, and some­one gets sued, shot, or punched in the face. So snub the Oxford com­ma, I say, at your per­il.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Jack Ker­ouac Lists 9 Essen­tials for Writ­ing Spon­ta­neous Prose

Hear Allen Gins­berg Teach “Lit­er­ary His­to­ry of the Beats”: Audio Lec­tures from His 1977 & 1981 Naropa Cours­es

Meet the “Gram­mar Vig­i­lante,” Hell-Bent on Fix­ing Gram­mat­i­cal Mis­takes on England’s Store­front Signs

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

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